Cheng Hao lit two cigarettes and handed one to Sun Ling.
At that moment, Sun Ling's upper body was wrapped in bandages, leaning against the seat of an off-road vehicle. He took the cigarette, took a deep drag, and then began to cough violently.
Cheng Hao asked, "How's it going?"
"Don't worry, I won't die! Damn it, these demon insects are really fucking tough!" Sun Ling took another fierce puff of his cigarette.
The members of Fire Phoenix were now very silent.
An Qing's body had been properly placed on a battlefield ambulance.
The wounded had also been transferred to the nearest hospital.
But the people of Fire Phoenix had not left.
They were waiting for the return of their instructor.
The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.
"Captain, do you think the instructor can save An Yan?" Sun Ling exhaled a ring of smoke and suddenly asked.
Cheng Hao was silent for a moment and then nodded emphatically, "Definitely!"
