章 398: Third-class decoration

Zhou Yinglong specifically inspected the wounds of the injured and found that all of them had sustained gunshot wounds. One of them was even unfortunate enough to be hit by the fragments of a stray bullet.

However, the wounds below the layer of black medicine had already started to scab. It was as though the injuries were not that serious.

In order not to get stretchered off, the injured even jumped off their stretchers and moved about vigorously to show they were absolutely fine. It wasn't an act at all and they really were fine.

Zhang Xiaoman who was standing by the side directly scolded, "Why didn't you all fucking walk on your own when you were fine?"

The wounded chuckled and said, "If we could walk a little less, why not?"

Their comrades of the Razor Sharp Company who had carried them started cursing, "Ya bastards are fucking awful!"

"Y'all are too shameless!"