Dusk is coming.

This war that lasted for two full days is still not over.

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

There were piles of corpses at the Demon Suppressing Gate, and the logistics staff were already a little busy just transporting the monster corpses.

The medical team was constantly moving among the crowd, trying to treat every injured person as much as possible.

After two consecutive days of high-pressure warfare, every soldier's face was full of fatigue.

They have no time or energy to grieve for their dead teammates.

What is in front of them now is only the continuous attacks from 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 situation, fighting spirit and morale have no effect.

Shi Shi joined the rescue team, and her cart-style model has been widely used in the logistics department and medical teams.

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

They even made improvements on the original cart to make it more comfortable for the wounded in the cart, with enlarged wheels and a smoother push.

Of course, these are also suggestions given by time.

In the past, she had only used it to push dead people, so she had not considered these things, and the deceased would not take the initiative to complain about the discomfort in the stroller.

But now these have been properly resolved.

"Artai, are you okay?"

After Zhao Zicheng briefly treated his injuries, he looked at Artai and asked with a frown.

At this time, Artest had several hideous wounds on his body, it was difficult to stop the blood, and his face was full of weakness.

"I...I'm fine."

Artest turned his head and looked at Zhao Zicheng with a forced and honest smile.

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

"Go down."

"You are not fit to fight anymore."

Zhao Zicheng frowned even deeper.

During the rest of his life, when Sun Wen was away, Zhao Zicheng took over the control of the team and did an outstanding job.

There is no such haphazard look as before, every decision is very stable.

"I can't retreat."

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

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

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

"And if you die on the battlefield and a gap opens in front of us, Mu Yu will also die. Even because of the disordered formation, Xiaoxiao and I will also be in danger."

"Have you watched too many TV series?"

"You can obviously choose to avoid this kind of problem, but you still have to persevere stubbornly!"

"The final result will be that you die, Mu Yu dies, we are seriously injured, or we both die."

The scar on Zhao Zicheng's cheek trembled slightly, and he stared at Artai: "We are not afraid of death, and we can even take the initiative to sacrifice if necessary, but at least the sacrifice must be valuable.

"

"If you stay here and kill an extra hundred monsters, will it have any impact on the beast tide?"

"You have shown your value in this battle, now...retreat! Don't show me any drama of brotherhood, devotion, and sacrifice for the sake of protection!"

"This is war, not acting!"

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

Artest was silent, still hesitating.

The main focus was still on Mu Yu.

Mu Yu can play a great role in this small battlefield. Without his human shield, the living environment will become much more difficult for Mu Yu.

"Back off, your current injury means you can no longer act as a human shield."

Mu Yu leaned against the tombstone, raised his head to look at Artai, and spoke calmly.

"I know what you're worried about. I've... gone to sleep."

"The fifth skill... defense."

Zhao Zicheng spoke calmly, and the shadow of the sandbag floated behind him, with four crystals flashing on it. The fifth crystal was obviously just inlaid and had not yet been completely integrated with the sandbag.

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

"In order to protect Mu Yu and protect everyone, Artest died heroically. Tsk tsk...if it happened in a TV series, it would definitely make a wave of tears."

"Since you know Artest is not very smart, why are you talking so much?"

"Long-winded..."

Xu Yuanqing did not know when he appeared behind Artest, raising and falling his hands. Artest, who was already extremely tired, fainted and fell to the ground.

"This is so nice, simple and direct."

He picked up Artest casually, the blood from his wound was still dripping, but Xu Yuanqing didn't mind it, so he put Artest, who was much taller and stronger than himself, on his shoulders, walked away, and finally gave him

Send him down to the city gate.

"I suddenly discovered that Xu Datou is not that... stupid."

Zhao Zicheng looked at this scene thoughtfully and murmured to himself.

Lin Xiaoxiao nodded in agreement: "When did you sleep quietly? It was too soon!"

"Don't forget what ability my awakened object is!"

"As one of the two bloody demons, how can I continue to be lonely!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Zhao Zicheng, who had remained serious before, suddenly began to show off proudly: "My surname is Mu, believe it or not, I am six sleeps ahead of you!"

"hehe..."

In response to Zhao Zicheng's provocation, Mu Yu simply responded with a sneer and stopped looking at him.

"Boring."

"Xiaoxiao, are your injuries serious?"

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

Lin Xiaoxiao didn't mean to be brave, but felt it carefully and thought for a moment: "It does not affect normal actions, and the combat effectiveness is about 30% weaker than normal. It is not a big problem to survive the fifth round, but after that, it should be

Retreat."

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

Zhao Zicheng only responded with a simple sentence.

"Well, since everyone is about the same, let's face this final battle!"

"The fifth round is over, everyone retreats!"

Zhao Zicheng waved his hand violently, with a sunny smile on his lips.
Chapter completed!