Mainland Martial Arts

Lin Feng's gaze drifted. He longed for the power to change the entire battlefield, but then he realized how ridiculous his idea was. "I'm just an ordinary person, hardly even a good one, yet I still dream of caring about the world. How ridiculous!" Lin Feng scoffed inwardly.

At this moment, the tent door curtain was gently lifted, and Wang Yao walked in. She had a gentle smile on her face and held some bandages and herbs in her hands.

"Let me bandage your wounds." Wang Yao said softly.

Lin Feng and Xu Tian exchanged a glance, then sheepishly began to undress. As their shirts slipped off, the wounds, large and small, on their bodies became visible, some still oozing blood, a truly shocking sight.

Lin Feng looked at the wounds on Xu Tian's body, and suddenly an idea came to his mind: he wanted to match Xu Tian and Wang Yao. So, he deliberately exaggerated and said, "Oh, Xu Tian, ​​look at the wounds on your body. If Wang Yao didn't come to take care of you, what would you do!"

Xu Tian was a little overwhelmed by Lin Feng's sudden words. His face turned red and he stammered, "I... I..."

Wang Yao smiled awkwardly and said, "Haha, Lin Feng, don't just talk about Xu Tian. Aren't you also seriously injured?"

Lin Feng chuckled: "What's that to me? Xu Tian is our hero!"

After hearing this, Xu Tian felt even more embarrassed and scolded him, "Lin Feng, stop talking nonsense."

Wang Yao bandaged Xu Tian's wound and said with a smile, "Yeah, Lin Feng, stop teasing Xu Tian."

Lin Feng didn't take it seriously and continued, "Xu Tian is very brave. He always rushes to the front in every battle and takes special care of us brothers."

As Lin Feng spoke, Xu Tian's face became redder and redder, while Wang Yao looked at Xu Tian lovingly.

"Ouch!" Xu Tian suddenly screamed. It turned out that Wang Yao accidentally touched his wound.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Wang Yao apologized quickly.

Xu Tian quickly said: "It's okay, it's okay, I don't feel any pain."

Lin Feng watched from the side and couldn't help but laugh.

Then, Wang Yao began to bandage Lin Feng's wound. When her fingers gently touched Lin Feng's skin, Lin Feng's heart couldn't help but move slightly.

"Be gentle, be gentle, it hurts so much!" Lin Feng shouted exaggeratedly.

"Stop shouting. Xu Tian just called him and you were laughing at him." Wang Yao scolded.

Lin Feng grinned, revealing a mischievous smile: "Oh, it hurts."

Wang Yao shook her head helplessly, but her hands became more gentle. Lin Feng looked at Wang Yao's serious expression, and a different feeling surged in his heart.

During the bandaging process, Lin Feng and Xu Tian would sometimes scream in pain, and sometimes burst into laughter over trivial matters. The entire tent was filled with their laughter, as if they had temporarily forgotten the cruel battlefield outside.

Wang Yao looked at the two funny guys and couldn't help but laugh along. Her eyes sparkled with a gentle light.

Finally, Wang Yao bandaged Lin Feng and Xu Tian's wounds. She stood up, dusted herself off, and said, "Alright, you two should take good care of yourselves and stop messing around. I have to get busy. There are other people I need to take care of."

Lin Feng and Xu Tian nodded quickly and said in unison, "I understand. Wang Yao, go ahead and get busy."

Wang Yao smiled and nodded to them, then turned and walked out of the tent. Watching her leave, Lin Feng and Xu Tian fell into a brief silence.

Lin Feng smiled and continued, "I think you and her are a good match."

Xu Tian's face flushed again, and he stammered, "You...don't talk nonsense."

Lin Feng chuckled: "I'm not talking nonsense, just think about it carefully."

Xu Tian didn't say anything else, but there was a hint of thoughtfulness in his eyes.

In the following days, while recuperating from their injuries, Lin Feng and Xu Tian were also thinking about their future. They knew that in this war-torn era, they had to make some choices.

One day, Lin Feng looked at the sky outside which was still filled with smoke and whispered, "Xu Tian, ​​we can't go on like this."

Xu Tian turned his head and looked at him, and asked, "Then what can we do?"

Lin Feng clenched his fists and said firmly: "We must become stronger. Only when we become strong enough can we change all this."

Xu Tian nodded, a determined light in his eyes: "Okay, let's work together."

Even so, they didn't sit idle during their recovery period, but instead began to train and learn tactics. Wang Yao would occasionally come over to see them, and every time she saw their hard work, she would smile with satisfaction.

The construction of the City of Light was in full swing. Despite the constant shadow of war, people's hope remained unextinguished. Lin Feng and Xu Tian, ​​two soldiers who had been seriously injured, had now recovered and were fully committed to their work.

Xu Tian took over Lin Feng's position, leading over two hundred people daily in the frantic crafting of detonators. With a focused expression, he meticulously instructed each step, his face oblivious to the sweat dripping down his forehead. "Everyone, work harder! Our weapons are the key to victory!" Xu Tian loudly encouraged them.

Lin Feng was promoted to captain, responsible for the important task of training soldiers. He stood on the training ground, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his eyes firm and sharp, shouting loudly, and the soldiers moved in unison.

Wang Yao, in her free time, would chat with Xu Tian and Lin Feng to relax. Her laughter, as clear as a silver bell, brought a touch of lightness to the tense atmosphere. "Xu Tian, ​​Lin Feng, don't tire yourself out!" Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Haha, with you here, Wang Yao, how can we be tired?" Lin Feng responded with a smile.

From time to time, they were injured in battle, and Wang Yao would always appear first, carefully cleaning and bandaging their wounds. While enduring the pain, they would chat and laugh with Wang Yao. "Ouch, Wang Yao, be gentle," Xu Tian said with a grin.

The days went by like this, and in the blink of an eye, three years had passed. Under the wise leadership of the Grand Marshal, they had successfully captured four cities, including the City of Light. Now, the only city left was the last city in the enemy's second line of defense - the City of Glory.

The City of Light, the enemy's first line of defense, was now firmly under their control. The four cities of the second line of defense were arranged in a semicircle, from left to right: City of Light, City of Light and Shadow, City of Illumination, and City of Glory.