"How is it? Can you still hold on?"
Yao Qing didn't forge divine weapons with Zhou Shu. He went to the military camp and stopped in front of Zhang Yukun.
Zhang Yukun's right arm was covered in bandages, and there was a shocking wound on his chest.
His face was a little pale, but his eyes were very bright.
Yao Qing had always paid attention to the son of his master's old friend.
Although the aptitude of this young man who might become his junior brother was a little ordinary, he had an honest personality. Yao Qing liked him very much.
Who wouldn't like an honest man?
Therefore, although Zhang Yukun had yet to truly obtain Zhou Shu's approval, Yao Qing had already treated him as his junior brother.
"I can!" Zhang Yukun said. "The other soldiers are much more severely injured than me.
He said with a fighting spirit, "My injuries are not a problem. If there are more enemies, I can continue to fight."
