Dusk is coming.

The war that lasted for a full two days was still not over.

The only good news is that the human race struggled to withstand the fourth round of offensive in the Demon Realm.

The corpses piled up in the Demon-Suppressing Pass, and the personnel responsible for the logistics were already a little too busy to transport the corpses of the monsters.

The medical team kept shuttled through the crowd, treating every injured person as much as possible.

After two consecutive days of high-pressure war, every soldier's face was filled with fatigue.

They no longer have time and energy to mourn their dead teammates.

Now what is placed in front of them is the continuous attacks of the demon realm and the instinctive killing.

They had even become numb, sitting casually on the ground, looking at the sky in a daze.

In this case, fighting spirit and morale have no effect.

Time joined the rescue team, and her cart-pushing model has been fully popularized in the logistics department and the medical team.

They found that for some people whose injuries were not that serious, carts were much more efficient than stretchers.

They even made improvements based on the original cart, making it more comfortable for the injured to be in the cart, with the wheels enlarged and the push is smoother.

Of course, these are also suggestions given by time.

She used to push people to death before, so she hadn't considered these things, and the deceased would not take the initiative to complain about the discomfort in the cart.

But now all these have been properly resolved.

"Atai, are you okay?"

After Zhao Zicheng briefly dealt with his injuries, he looked at Atae and frowned and asked.

At this time, several ferocious wounds on Atai's body were difficult to stop the blood, and his face was filled with weakness.

"I...I'm fine."

Atai turned his head and looked at Zhao Zicheng with a barely honest smile.

He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand and scratch his head, but the moment he raised his hand, he silently put down his hand because of the pain in the wound.

"Go down."

"You're not suitable to continue fighting."

Zhao Zicheng frowned even deeper.

During the rest of his life, during the absence of Sun Wen, Zhao Zicheng took over control of the team and did a very good job.

It wasn't as unsettling as before, and every decision was very steady.

"I can't retreat."

"If I retreat, Brother Mu will be in danger..."

He shook his head gently and rejected Zhao Zicheng's suggestion.

Zhao Zicheng took a deep breath and his expression became solemn: "But continue fighting, you will die!"

"When you die on the battlefield, and we will break a gap ahead, Mu Yu will die, and even due to the confusion of formation, Xiaoxiao and I will also suffer from danger."

"Have you watched too many TV shows?"

"This kind of problem that can be avoided is still stubbornly persisted!"

"The final result will be, you die, Mu Yu die, we are seriously injured, or we are also dead."

The scar on Zhao Zicheng's cheek shook slightly, and his eyes stared at Atai: "We are not afraid of death, and we can even take the initiative to sacrifice if we need it, but at least this sacrifice must be valuable."

"Does your stay here and kill a hundred more monsters have any impact on the beast tide?"

"In this battle, you have already shown your value. Now... retreat! Don't stage any brotherhood for me, and the drama of passionate dedication and sacrifice for protection!"

"This is war, not acting!"

His tone was very heavy, and his voice gradually became louder. He pointed his finger at the direction of Xiaguan and said coldly.

Artai was silent and still hesitated.

The main gaze was still on Mu Yu.

Mu Yu can play a great role in this small battlefield. If he lacks his own flesh shield, the living environment will become much more difficult for Mu Yu.

"Get back, your current injury can no longer be the role of the meat shield."

Mu Yu leaned against the tombstone, looked up at Atae and spoke lightly.

"I know what you are worried about, I... have been awakened."

"The fifth skill...defense."

Zhao Zicheng spoke lightly, and the shadow of the sandbag floated behind him. Four crystals on it flashed. The fifth crystal was obviously just embedded in it and had not yet been completely integrated with the sandbag.

"Tsk tsk, I thought you were going to play some passionate drama."

"Atai sacrificed heroically in order to protect Mu Yu and everyone, and he would definitely make a wave of tears when he happened in a TV series."

"Since you know that Atai is not very smart, why do you say so much?"

“Talking…”

Xu Yuanqing appeared behind Atai at some point, and his hands were raised and his hands fell. Atai, who was already extremely tired, fainted on the ground.

“It’s so good, simple, and direct.”

He picked up Atai casually, and the blood from his wound was still dripping, but Xu Yuanqing didn't dislike it. He carried Atai, who was much taller than him, on his shoulders, walked away, and finally sent the person to the city gate.

"I suddenly realized that Xu Datou was not that stupid either."

Zhao Zicheng looked at this scene and muttered to himself.

Lin Xiaoxiao nodded in agreement: "When did you quietly wait for a few moments, it's too fast!"

"Don't forget what my awakened object abilities are!"

"As one of the blood-colored two evil spirits, how can I stay lonely all the time!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Zhao Zicheng, who had been serious before, began to show off proudly: "I believe it or not, I'm six times ahead of you!"

"hehe..."

Mu Yu simply responded to Zhao Zicheng's provocation and stopped looking at him.

“Born.”

"Xiaoxiao, is your injury serious?"

After a simple joke, Zhao Zicheng returned to his seriousness and looked at Lin Xiaoxiao.

Lin Xiaoxiao didn't mean to show off, but felt it seriously and thought for a moment: "It doesn't affect normal actions, and its combat effectiveness is about 30% weaker than normal. It's not a big problem to survive the fifth round, but after that, it's time to retreat."

Zhao Zicheng nodded and looked at Mu Yu again: "Same."

The only thing that responded to Zhao Zicheng was a faint sentence.

"Well, since everyone is almost the same, let's face this last battle!"

"The fifth round is over, all the staff retreat!"

Zhao Zicheng waved his hand suddenly, with a sunny smile on the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!