My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 468

"Those who can still fight, keep pushing forward! Don’t lose focus!" he commanded, his voice firm.

Turning to the others, he shouted, "Anyone wounded needs immediate attention—get them to the truck for treatment, then return here to support the line!"

Gradually, order returned to their ranks as those stunned by the sudden turn of events regained their composure and followed the professor’s instructions.

They began pulling their wounded comrades out of the open, while launching counterattacks against the enemy, who had regained their firepower and confidence after Victor’s ambush and was now relentlessly shooting at them.

Once they had pulled their comrades out of the open, they carefully made their way back to the trucks, lifting the injured up into the truck beds.

Evelyn helped position the wounded inside, supporting them as gently as possible, though pained grunts escaped them each time they were moved.

They were fortunate that Kisha, with her foresight, had arranged for a doctor to join them.

Though his skills hadn’t been necessary on previous missions, now he sprang into action.

With the five STAU providing support, the doctor prepared for an impromptu field surgery to remove bullets from the wounded before administering the vial of blue liquid meant to aid their recovery.

Although the unhygienic environment was far from ideal, minimizing infection risks was secondary to stabilizing the injured.

The doctor could only hope the blue liquid’s healing properties would help offset these rough conditions.

They prioritized the gravely wounded first, beginning immediate operations right there on the spot.

Fortunately, due to their superhuman resilience, even though the bullets had pierced the enhanced defenses of their bodies, they hadn’t gone too deep.

This made it easier for the doctor to extract the bullets and quickly move to the next patient.

After each extraction, one of the STAU team members would administer a vial of blue liquid to the patient, accelerating recovery and helping prevent infection or other complications before they could take hold.

Through their coordinated efforts, they managed to treat the dozen wounded warriors.

Rakan and his subordinates watched in awe as the warriors who had been on the brink of death were now breathing steadily, their wounds healing at an incredible speed.

At that moment, Rakan realized it had truly been Sparrow’s team who had saved him and his men from the deadly injuries that had almost claimed their lives.

"What are you guys lounging around for? Get up and support the others!" Clyde, who had been quiet until now, suddenly got up and gave a playful kick to the foot of a wounded warrior.

Rakan stared at Clyde, wide-eyed, thinking, ’This kid is even more ruthless than I am—and I’m a mafia lord. Can’t he see they just barely escaped the Grim Reaper?’

But just as Rakan thought that, the warrior Clyde had kicked propped himself up with a playful wink, sticking his tongue out.

"I thought I could fool you and sleep it off. The others can handle things on the battlefield," he said with a wry smile.

In truth, the man had been hoping to avoid returning to the frontlines. He felt guilty for being caught off guard by the enemy, a victim of his own hesitation to harm or kill, driven by his lingering sense of morality.

It almost cost him his life. If he hadn’t awakened as an ability user, that bullet might’ve taken him down instantly.

Just the thought of it made the warriors who had been sent back feel embarrassed and guilty.

They were afraid of pulling their comrades down with them again.

So, after they healed up, they pretended to sleep, hoping to avoid drawing attention.

But how could anyone sleep when gunfire was constantly echoing around their trucks?

Some bullets even hit the sides, creating loud, jarring "clanks" as metal met metal, each sound a reminder of the chaos outside.

Clyde could easily tell whether they were truly unconscious or just faking it.

The shot rang out, and an enemy dropped instantly, a clean hit to the head. _{frёewebηovel.cѳm}