Muyang flipped through the description column, scene world column and killing list casually, didn't find any useful information, then went back to the task column, directly clicked on accept task.

  The second mission of the Second World: "Lead your own soldiers to survive."

  Seeing this title, Mu Yang could only express his speechlessness. War, the purpose is to defeat the enemy, but the system's requirement is to let oneself and others live on, it can be seen that the cruelty of war has reached what kind of degree, as long as one can survive, it is already a blessing in disguise.

  After selecting the task in Muyang, I came to the description column to check. After receiving the task, a description appeared in the description column.

  "Second world, second task. Lead your own soldiers to survive. As long as the host can guarantee that their soldier death rate is less than half, it's considered a completed task. The fewer deaths, the higher the task completion degree and the better the reward. Hope the host will continue to work hard."

  Just surviving halfway is considered a completed mission? Mu Yang shook his head, this is war, this is the battlefield.

  A few days later, Allen Swift recovered well and was about to return to his unit. When they parted ways, Allen told Mu Yang that he was in charge of the logistics supplies at the division headquarters, and if Mu Yang had any needs, he could come find him anytime or send someone over.

  Watching the soldiers take Allen away, Muyang also completed the final cleanup work. The second task has been accepted, and Muyang is ready to return to the front line.

  "Joseph, I hope you won't go back to the front line, it's too dangerous there. You should know that your medical skills can save more people in the rear, you shouldn't take risks on the front line." Elfrid persuaded Mu Yang to stay behind.

  Elph feels that Joseph's superb medical skills would be wasted as a soldier who charges into battle.

  He should stay in the hospital, on the operating table, writing papers, giving lectures at the Royal College of Medicine, teaching those students in a university classroom, rather than carrying guns and rolling around in the mud with those rough men.

  "Elph, I have my mission and responsibility. After the war is over, I will return to Cambridge to complete my studies and become a doctor. By then, I hope we'll have another chance to work together." Mu Yang said to Elph.

  Elph can only express helplessness.

  Muyang arrived at the church, where the wounded soldiers had been replaced with a new batch. Muyang didn't recognize many people there, so he went to find Lina and bid farewell to this kind little nurse.

  "Take care of yourself, Joseph. I'll miss you." Lina said with a tinge of sadness as she looked at Muyang.

  "Mu Yang smiled and said, 'Lina, I will miss you too. You are the prettiest girl in the hospital.'"

  Muyang waved goodbye and turned around to leave.

  Just a few steps away, Lena's voice came from behind: "Joseph, don't go yet."

  "What's wrong?" Mu Yang turned around and asked.

  Lina seemed to have mustered up the courage, reached out and grabbed Mu Yang's arm, and under the astonished gaze of onlookers, pulled him away quickly.

  Lina's hands were soft, and Mu Yang was led by her without realizing it, running along with her.

  Through the ward and into the nurse station, Lina pulled Mu Yang into her own room.

  Lina was originally in a room with Gretchen, but now it's daytime and Gretchen is still working on the ward.

  The furnishings in the room were very simple, with only two wooden beds and a wooden table by the window. However, girls are all fond of beauty, a huge shell stood on the table, filled with fresh flowers.

  Although these flowers are wildflowers that can be seen everywhere on the roadside, they also bring a touch of warmth to this simple room.

  "Joseph, I like you. I don't know if I'll ever meet you again, so I want to leave a memory for myself." Lena said with a dazed look at Mu Yang, very boldly speaking out these words.

  Muyang knew what Lina wanted to express.

  War means separation, means death, means this farewell may be forever, maybe they will never meet again.

  Lina wants to leave a memory for this relationship and doesn't want to regret it.

  Muyang did not refuse, nor did he have the right to refuse.

  When a girl expresses her love for you, it's a man's good fortune and must be cherished.

  Muyang lowered his head against Lina's lovely face...

  Two hours later, Muyang got up and dressed. Lina didn't move, a ray of sunlight shone through the window onto her body, making the exposed skin look smooth, white and radiant, as if a layer of light had been applied to her body, giving Muyang an urge to pounce on her again.

  "Will you come back to see me, Joseph?" Lena's hands were clenched on the sheet that covered her upper body, but the exposed skin was even more tantalizing.

  Mo Yang sat back on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Lina's cheek with his hand. Lina, like a little cat, rubbed her face against Mo Yang's palm.

  "I'll come visit you whenever I have time. You're so beautiful and enchanting, next time I come, I hope you can tell me more about yourself," said Mu Yang.

  "Mm." Lina was savoring this feeling, a sense of being filled with happiness.

  Mu Yang set off, but unlike Aite, he didn't have any special treatment or soldiers to escort him. After inquiring about the current location of his unit, Mu Yang slung a cowhide backpack over his shoulder and hitched a ride on an ambulance cart heading back to the front lines.

  The hospital is about a dozen miles from the front line, and it had just rained yesterday. The road was very muddy, with horse-drawn carts carrying supplies passing by from time to time.

  "Officer, I remember you. Although I don't know your name, I remember your face. You were injured and came to the hospital, or was it me who brought you?" The carriage driver chatted with Mu Yang while driving the horse carriage.

  The coachman looked nearly fifty, with a stubbly mustache and a Southern English accent, wearing a somewhat worn military uniform with the rank of corporal.

  "That's really thanks to you." Murong Yang said without even turning his head, gazing at the scenery around him.

  The driver was very happy, "Don't be polite, this is my job, I have to transport many wounded soldiers to the hospital every day, only, the ones who come back are much fewer, those young men are all a pity."

  The driver's words caused a black line to rise unconsciously on Muyang's face. What a guy who can't chat.

  "But you look fine, congratulations on your recovery, sir." The coachman flattered.

  "Thank you for your concern." Murong replied, after saying this sentence, Murong continued to say, "I feel like something is wrong with this road, shouldn't we be heading towards Beier? The current direction seems to be wrong?" Murong asked doubtfully.

  Sir, our troops have retreated to Parsidini. We suffered heavy losses in the battle in June and were transferred to the second line for reorganization. Now our task is to defend the second line. I'm not clear about the specific situation either. You can ask when you get back, someone will tell you.