Rebirth after the apocalypse: I create a new world with space!

The doting in his eyes became more and more intense, like the vast sea of ​​stars in the universe.

However, in this warm moment like a fragile dream, Li Luo's gaze seemed to be quietly drawn by a hidden force and suddenly fixed.

At first, her eyes just casually swept over the potatoes and the top, and she didn't notice anything unusual.

When she looked at it again with eyes as sharp as an eagle, she was shocked to find a long bloodstain on the side of Potato, like a winding red snake, eye-catching and glaring.

The fur, which was originally as smooth as top-grade silk, was now soaked with blood, with wet strands tangled and stuck to each other.

On the body of the gyroscope, several damaged cracks also quietly appeared in several hidden corners that were not easily noticed.

Those deep wounds pierced Li Luo's heart.

A distressed look immediately appeared on her face, and she couldn't help but say with a hint of blame:

"You are all injured, and you are still talking nonsense here."

Although there was blame in the words, there was more deep concern.

After saying that, she immediately concentrated and prepared to use her special powers to heal their wounds.

The two little ones snuggled quietly and obediently beside Li Luo, not moving at all and letting her treat them.

Their eyes were as if attracted by a magnet, fixed on Li Luo without blinking.

Those eyes were full of trust and intimacy.

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At the same time, the scene after the battle was in a miserable state.

Blood flowed freely like a raging, unrestrained red river, and corpses were scattered all over the place.

The scene was just like the eerie and terrifying picture of hell described by Dante. The eerie atmosphere permeated every inch of space, sending chills down people's spines.

However, in this cruel scene that seemed to be completely shrouded by the shadow of death, the hearts of everyone in the Hope Base were filled to the brim with the brilliant light of victory, without a single gap.

They supported each other, their arms tightly entwined like tough vines, and leaned on each other, as if this was the solid embankment that allowed them to stand firmly in the storm of the end of the world.

“We really did it, we survived!”

"Yes, it's a miracle!"

Tears glistened in everyone's eyes. In those tears, there were both enthusiastic cheers for victory and relief and lingering fear after going through the test of life and death.

"After what happened just now, I thought I was going to see God."

“But we made it through, and that’s hope!”

More people were laughing heartily. They embraced each other warmly and patted each other's backs with their hands full of strength and warmth.

"Brother, good job!"

"Thank goodness you're by my side!"

Every beat seems to convey the news of victory and the great power of tenacious survival.

Their laughter and joy blended together, weaving into a majestic, passionate and heart-stirring symphony of victory, which echoed for a long time in this battlefield filled with the pungent smell of blood and death.

It seemed to completely tear apart and dispel the terror and gloom that was as thick as ink.

In fact, the difficulty and danger of this battle far exceeded everyone's imagination.

The degree of danger is several times higher than the previous zombie tides.

More than half of the people at this moment were like tattered puppets that had been drained of all their energy, collapsing limply on the devastated battlefield.

It was as if all his limbs were detached and he could hardly move at all.

The aching in their muscles came in waves like a surging tide.

Every subtle movement was like countless fine and sharp needles, mercilessly piercing through the muscle fibers and piercing deeply, bringing excruciating pain.

But even so, their eyes still shone with the joy brought by victory.

It is the pride and supreme glory gained after going through countless hardships and overcoming numerous life and death tests. It is the full gratitude and deep relief after brushing against the cold scythe of death and escaping thrillingly.

Fortunately, although everyone present was injured to varying degrees, some light and some serious, the God of Fate finally showed them a rare trace of mercy at this critical moment.

Miraculously, this brutal battle did not result in any casualties, which was undoubtedly a blessing in disguise for them.

It is a great achievement achieved by everyone working together, thinking in the same direction, and working in unity, fighting together in the hail of bullets and blood.

Some people sat on the ground weakly, gasping for breath. The sound of their breathing was particularly clear in the silent battlefield filled with the smell of death.

Their chests were like surging waves, rising and falling violently.

It seemed that only by absorbing the ubiquitous breath of death on the battlefield into his lungs could he find a source of strength to continue living for his exhausted body.

.........

After a while, when the joy of victory receded like a tide, everyone quickly perked up after a short rest and plunged non-stop into the heavy and arduous task of cleaning up the battlefield.

Although their movements seemed a little slow due to extreme fatigue, like an old clock running with difficulty, they were still like a set of precision gears with set programs, carrying out their tasks in an orderly manner.

Everyone knows that this is a critical mission that concerns life and death and the future direction after the battle.

Among them, those with less serious injuries took the initiative to assume the main responsibility. They endured their own pain and were busy in every corner.

Treating the wounded is undoubtedly the most core and urgent task at the moment. Everyone worked together and carefully carried their injured companions to a safe area.

They tightly grasped the meager medical supplies, their hands trembling slightly, their eyes filled with solemnity and caution, and immediately devoted themselves to the arduous task of treating the wounds of the wounded.

Many of them were already covered in wounds, with blood gushing out of some of their wounds.

The glaring red blood fell drop by drop, splashing blood flowers on the land full of dust and ruins, just like the sad and beautiful flowers that bloomed tenaciously in despair in the end of the world, telling of endless pain and tenacity.

However, in this difficult situation where medical resources are extremely scarce, they have only one firm belief in their hearts:

Every precious resource must be delivered to those companions who are more seriously injured and in critical condition.

So they gritted their teeth and endured their own pain in silence.

No one asked to use these life-saving supplies to treat their own wounds. They just bandaged them hastily with simple strips of cloth and continued to be busy.