There was still continuous gunfire all over the outpost.
Yan Biao's face was pale and covered with beads of sweat. He took a look at his blood-soaked pants and winced at the pain. The protruding veins on his face twitched with every movement he made, but his two eyes were still scanning the surroundings like radar for any sign of activity.
Yan Biao used his comms device to ask those who had stayed behind in the command post, "Command post, how did the base reply?" His chest was heaving violently, and his words had some urgency to them.
"Base says that reinforcements are on the way. Captain, you should get some treatment first. With your current condition..."
A few other voices came through the comms device.
"Captain, you are hurt?!"
"Captain, don't delay treatment. Base reinforcements are en route, we just have to hold them off a little longer."
The comms channel they were using was in multi-user mode.
