Once upon a time there was a demon pass

Evening came.

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

The only good news is that the human race has resisted the fourth round of Yaoyu's offensive with difficulty.

The corpses piled up like a mountain after the monsters were closed, and the logistics personnel were already a little too busy just to transport the corpses of the monsters.

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

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

They have run out of time and energy to grieve for their dead teammates.

Now in front of them, there is only the continuous offensive from the demon realm, and the instinctive killing.

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

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

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

They found that for some people with less serious injuries, the cart was far more efficient than the stretcher.

They even made improvements on the basis of the original trolley, so that the wounded would be more comfortable in the trolley, and the wheels were enlarged, making it more stable to push.

Of course, these are also suggestions given by Time.

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

But now these have been very properly resolved.

"Atai, are you okay?"

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

At this time, there were several hideous wounds on Artest's body, the blood was hard to stop, and weakness was written all over his face.

"I...I'm fine."

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

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

"Go down."

"You are not fit to fight anymore."

Zhao Zicheng frowned even deeper.

For the rest of his life, during the absence of Sun Wen, Zhao Zicheng took over the control of the team, and he performed very well.

There is no previous inconspicuous look, and every decision is very stable.

"I can't retreat."

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

He shook his head slightly, rejecting Zhao Zicheng's suggestion.

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

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

"Have you watched too many TV shows?"

"This kind of problem can obviously be avoided by choice, but we still have to persevere stubbornly!"

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

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

"If you stay here and kill a hundred more monsters, will it affect the beast tide?"

"In this battle, you have demonstrated your value, now...retire! Don't show me any brotherhood, dedication, and sacrifice for the sake of protection!"

"This is war, not acting!"

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

Artest remained silent, still hesitating.

The main eyes still fell on Mu Yu.

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

"Get back, your current injury can no longer serve as a meat shield."

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

"I know what you're worried about, I...five sleep."

"Fifth skill...defense."

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

"Tsk tsk, I thought you guys were going to play some hot-blooded drama."

"A-Tai sacrificed his life to protect Mu Yu and everyone else, tsk tsk...if it happens in a TV series, it will definitely make a wave of tears."

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

"Whispering..."

Xu Yuanqing appeared behind Artest at some point, raised his hands and dropped them, and Artest, who was already extremely tired, fainted on the ground.

"It's so good, simple and direct."

Picking up Artest casually, the blood from his wound was still dripping, but Xu Yuanqing didn't dislike him, so he carried Artest, who was much taller and stronger than himself, on his shoulders, walked to the distance, and finally gave him Send down the Chengguan.

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

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

Lin Xiaoxiao nodded in agreement: "Speaking of which time did you sleep quietly, it was too soon!"

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

"As one of the Scarlet Shuangsha, how can I stay lonely forever!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Zhao Zicheng, who was still serious before, immediately began to show off proudly: "My surname is Mu, believe it or not, I wake up six times before you!"

"Ha ha..."

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

"It's boring."

"Xiao Xiao, is your injury 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 seriously, and thought for a moment: "It doesn't affect normal actions, and the combat power is about [-]% weaker than normal. It's not a big problem to survive the fifth round, but after that, you should Back off."

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

In response to Zhao Zicheng, there was only one simple sentence.

"Well, since everyone is similar, let's welcome this final battle!"

"The fifth round is over, everyone retreats!"

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 said...)