The Strongest War God

“It’s at the mine a hundred miles away from tiger gate!”

Hoyt Carroll immediately replied.

Braydon Neal disappeared in a flash, Cole Colbie and the others following closely behind.

All the commanders followed him.

Tanner Lynn did not die in battle. Instead, he was saved by the people in the mine.

This was not strange!

This had happened before when the Northern Army fought.

The northern desert was covered in yellow sand. When soldiers were injured, they would fall off their horses. If a strong wind swept past, the yellow sand

would be swept up and bury people alive, quite literally.

It was difficult to find those who were buried in the desert with all the yellow sand in the sky.

It was inevitable that the Northern Army would miss something when searching for the wounded after the battle. Moreover, someone had witnessed Tanner fall on the battlefield with a fatal injury.

Hence, according to the rules, Tanner would be deemed as having died in battle.

However, if he was determined to be missing…

Luther Carden would take over this matter.

The sons of the Northern Army only died in battle; there was no such thing as them going missing.

Whenever a person went missing, regardless of their rank, Luther would secretly order the hidden agents to search for them with all their might. They would not let go of any chance.

The hidden agents were spread out in the entire northern desert.

This was the main camp of the Northern Army, so Luther would be able to catch wind of everything.

Even the capital was a hundred times inferior to this powerful control he had over the hidden agents.

A hundred miles away from tiger gate was an underground coal mine with hundreds of workers. Since the war started on July 15th, the mine had been temporarily shut down.

The mine owner had run away, leaving the workers there to wait for work to start.

After the war stopped, these workers were very curious and went to the periphery of the battlefield outside tiger gate to take a look.

However, they had unexpectedly brought back a heavily injured youth.

This seriously injured youth was none other than Tanner!

The regimental commander of the Northern Army.

In fact, eight years ago, the Northern Army had announced in the northern territory that the residents of the northern desert would be rewarded with a million dollars if they were to find a heavily injured Northern Army soldier and tend to his wounds.

In fact, even without this announcement, the residents of the northern desert would definitely lend a helping hand to the wounded soldiers of the Northern Army.

This was because the people of the northern desert knew who was protecting the land beneath their feet and who was resisting the invasion of foreign enemies.

It was the Northern Army!

At this moment, there was an old doctor in the mine.

With such a large mine, if they didn’t have a doctor, they would have to go to the tiger gate and seek help from the military doctors of the Northern Army if they had a headache or fever.

Or they could travel thousands of miles to Lark to see a doctor.

That would be too troublesome.

There was a wooden house in the mine, and it was quite messy. Compared to the bedrooms of other workers, this was the cleanest room in the mine.

This was the house where the doctor lived. There was a shelf with all kinds of commonly used cold medicine and medicine for diarrhea.

These basic medicines were always ready at hand.

There was a large sterilized box filled with white gauze and various anti-inflammatory drugs.

After all, the mine was also a construction site, and the workers were often injured.

At every construction site, it would be a miracle if no one died during a project. Therefore, it was inevitable that workers would get injured.

In the room, on a bed covered in sweat, there was a young man in black.

He had sword-like eyebrows. Despite his young appearance, he did not look young at all. Instead, his body was filled with an iron-blooded killing aura.

There was a layer of calluses on his hands, which was obviously caused by holding a sword for many years.

There was a hideous wound on the young man’s chest!

The wound was half a foot long and had pierced through his chest. Blood was flowing non-stop, and his face was as pale as a white sheet. His breathing was extremely weak.

An old man with weathered hair, whose skin had been exposed to ultraviolet rays for a long time, was in the room. He appeared rough and dark. He cut the young man’s coat and gave him an IV drip with anti-inflammatory drugs.

The old man was the doctor in the mine. He carefully cleaned the wound.

Outside the door, there were forty to fifty miners. They were all tanned men, and their faces had the simplicity unique to the people of the northwest. Someone whispered, “Guys, do you think this kid is from the Northern Army?”

“I heard that if we save the soldiers of the Northern Army, the Northern Army will us a million dollars as a reward!”

An honest-looking man who did not have any bad intentions immediately thought of this matter.

Someone was enraged as he berated, “Do you think we’re after the money?”

“Have you got no conscience? This young man is wearing the military uniform of the Northern Army. Last night, those bastards from Namar attacked the tiger gate again. He is one of the young men who fought back with their swords!”

The lean middle-aged man beside him had a hint of anger in his eyes.

The honest-looking man felt a little wronged and muttered, “I just suddenly thought of it, that’s all. Besides, I’m not after the money!”

“Mr. Linares used his infirmary phone to contact the Northern Army. They should be here soon. Don’t take their money, you hear?!” The lean man seemed to be the leader of the 20 to 30 workers.

The others nodded in agreement.

However, when the doctor in the room was cleaning the wounds of the young man on the sickbed, he shouted, “This child has lost too much blood. We don’t have the equipment needed to test his blood type here.”

“Mr. Linares, type O blood can be used to transfuse blood to many people, right?”

The honest-looking man banged on the window and shouted loudly into the room, as if afraid everyone couldn’t hear him.

Everyone could tell that a man like him did not have any bad intentions!

Mr. Linares nodded and said, “That’s right. Let’s draw 200cc of blood. Which of you have type O blood? This child’s body is almost drained of blood and needs a large amount of blood transfusion. He won’t be able to stay alive without a blood transfusion!”

Mr. Linares’s words made the group of rough men outside the door look at each other.

The problem was, they didn’t know their blood type.

If they didn’t know the blood type and randomly transfused blood, they would only harm people and not save them.

Hurst Willis pushed open the door and said, “Draw as much blood as you need from me!”

“You silly fool!”

The doctor, Mr. Linares, glared at him. As a doctor, he knew that even a strong adult man would be in danger once a large amount of blood had been drawn.

But now, it was more important to save Tanner.

The doctor, Mr. Linares, personally inserted a needle into Hurst’s body and inserted the other end of the needle into the withered blood vessel of the young man on the sickbed.

There wasn’t much here, so this was the only way to do it.

As the blood transfusion began, the breathing of the young man on the bed seemed to become heavier. His life was hanging by a thread.

However, Hurst had lost a lot of blood. The originally healthy and rough man’s vision was a little blurry, and it was followed by signs of thirst and dizziness.

“Child, we have to stop the transfusion!” said the doctor, Mr. Linares. “Is it enough?” Hurst had a simple and honest personality, but he was not stupid. He looked at the doctor, Mr. Linares, and asked if it was enough.

“If you want to save his life, you’ll need at least 1500cc to 2000cc of blood,” said

Mr. Linares in a low voice. “If you continue transfusing blood, you will die!”

“Just continue! I’m fine!”

Hurst was very stubborn. He mumbled, “This kid is young, and he’s in the Northern Army. His life is more useful than mine. I am the dumbest one here, and I don’t have much to say…”

“But… if he can live, I will die in his stead!”

Hurst’s words made Mr. Linares, the doctor, cry..