Dusk is coming.

The war, which lasted for two days, is still not over.

The only good news was that the Terrans had resisted the fourth round of the Demon Domain's offensive with great difficulty.

The corpses of the demon town were piled up, and the personnel in charge of logistics were already a little busy just transporting the corpses of the demon beasts.

The medical team was constantly shuttling through the crowd, trying to treat every wounded person as much as possible.

Under the high-pressure war for two consecutive days, every soldier's face was full of tiredness.

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

Now in front of them, there is only a steady stream of attacks from the Demon Domain, as well as instinctive killing.

They had even become numb, sitting casually on the ground, somewhat distracted by the sky.

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

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

They found that for some people whose injuries were not so severe, the cart was far more efficient than a stretcher.

They even made improvements on the basis of the original cart, so that the wounded will be more comfortable in the cart, the wheels are larger, and the push is more stable.

Of course, these are also the suggestions given by time.

She used to push dead people, so she didn't think about these, and the deceased would not take the initiative to complain about the discomfort in the cart.

But now these have been properly addressed.

"Atai, are you okay?"

After Zhao Zicheng briefly dealt with the injuries on his body, he looked at Atai and asked with a frown.

At this time, there were several hideous wounds on Atai's body, the blood was difficult to stop, and his face was full of weakness.

"I... I'm fine. ”

Ah Tai turned his head and looked at Zhao Zicheng with a reluctant smile.

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

"Let's go down."

"You're not fit to fight anymore."

Zhao Zicheng's brows furrowed even deeper.

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

There is no such thing as the previous out-of-tune, and every decision is sound.

"I can't go back."

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

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

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

"And you die on the battlefield, a gap opens in front of us, Mu Yu will also die, and even due to the confusion of the formation, Xiaoxiao and I will also suffer from danger."

"Have you watched too many TV series?"

"This kind of problem that you can choose to avoid, but you still have to stubbornly stick to it!"

"The end result will be, you die, Mu Yu dies, we are seriously injured, or we die as well."

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

"If you stay here and kill a hundred or ten more demon beasts, will it have an impact on the beast tide?"

"In this battle, you have played your worth, and now... Stand back! Don't stage any brotherhood for Lao Tzu, for the sake of protection, blood dedication, and sacrifice! ”

"This is war, not acting!"

His tone was very heavy, and his voice gradually became louder, pointing in the direction of Xiaguan with his finger, and said coldly.

Atai was silent, still hesitating.

The main gaze still fell on Mu Yu.

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

"Retreat, your current injury can no longer play the role of a meat shield."

Mu Yu leaned his back against the tombstone, raised his head to look at Atai, and spoke lightly.

"I know what you're worried about, I... Five sleeps. ”

"The fifth technique... Defense. ”

Zhao Zicheng opened his mouth lightly, the phantom of the sandbag floated behind him, the four spars on it flickered, and the fifth spar was obviously just embedded in it, and it had not yet completely fused with the sandbag.

"Tsk, I thought you were going to play some kind of bloody drama."

"In order to protect Mu Yu and protect everyone, Atai sacrificed heroically, tsk... If it happens in a TV series, it will definitely earn a wave of tears. ”

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

"Long-winded..."

Xu Yuanqing didn't know when he appeared behind Ah Tai, his hands rose and fell, and Ah Tai, who was already extremely tired, fainted on the ground.

"It's so good, it's simple, it's straightforward."

Picked up Atai casually, the blood from his wound was still dripping, but Xu Yuanqing didn't dislike it, so he carried Atai, who was much taller and stronger than himself, on his shoulder, walked into the distance, and finally sent the person down the city.

"I suddenly found that Xu Datou is not so much... Stupid. ”

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

Lin Xiaoxiao nodded in agreement: "Anyway, when did you quietly fall asleep, it's too fast!" ”

"Don't forget what my awakened thing is!"

"As one of the bloody twin evils, how can I be lonely forever!"

"Hahaha!"

Zhao Zicheng, who had maintained a serious attitude before, instantly began to show off proudly: "The surname is Mu, believe it or not, Lao Tzu is six times ahead of you!" ”

"Hehe..."

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

"Uninteresting."

"Xiaoxiao, is your injury serious?"

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

Lin Xiaoxiao didn't mean to be reckless, but felt it seriously and thought for a moment: "It doesn't affect normal operations, the combat effectiveness is about thirty percent weaker than under normal circumstances, and 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: "The same." ”

In response to Zhao Zicheng, there was only a faint sentence.

"Well, since everyone is pretty much the same, let's take on this last battle!"

"The fifth round is over, all hands retreat!"

Zhao Zicheng waved his hand violently, with a sunny smile on the corner of his mouth.

(Chapter 906, the seventh volume is over, not as watery as everyone says...) ）