Industrial Cthulhu doesn't believe in the end times.

Chapter 156 Please
"Medical worker! Medical worker!!!"

Sun Qi's shouts went unanswered. He struggled to his feet and gently moved the veteran's badly injured body aside.

"Where's the medic? The medic..."

The surrounding scene came into view. The troop carrier they had been leaning against was now engulfed in flames, as if it had been hit by a shell. It seemed that the ammunition stored in the vehicle had exploded. Fortunately, there wasn't much of it to begin with, otherwise all of them would have been dead long ago.

The situation was still horrific. The squad leader lay on the ground, his fate unknown, while the medic had clearly been thrown away by the explosion and was lying prone in the distance, a huge gash torn open in his neck by shrapnel, blood gushing out.

Of the entire class, only Sun Qi remains intact and functional.

He took a deep breath, his hands trembling as he grabbed the machine gun beside him and turned around abruptly.

He had barely finished shouting a few words when the battle was far from over. He didn't even have time to check his comrades' injuries or bandage their wounds himself. More zombies were approaching from a distance, but the firepower from other friendly squads kept them in check, making him temporarily safe.

He could also see the culprit behind all this, an exceptionally burly figure, like a small giant among a group of zombies, his body glowing with fire, constantly hurling fireballs onto the battlefield.

"Beast...beast, beast!!"

"You motherfucker, come at me!"

Sun Qi cursed fiercely and unleashed a barrage of fire at the zombie. However, the zombie was not only exceptionally resilient but also incredibly agile. His sudden bursts of bullets did not cause any damage to the zombie; instead, they attracted its attention.

The other person leaped towards them, their face displaying an extremely human contempt and mockery. A unique sense of oppression arose in Sun Qi's heart, sending chills down his spine and making his blood run cold.

"Fuck your ancestors..."

Sun Qi was breathing heavily. He had dealt with third-tier zombies before, but he had never encountered anything like this before. His hand holding the gun felt weak. He watched as the approaching zombie's hand lit up with fire. He didn't dodge. He closed his eyes and stood up straight.

In a single instant, how many things did he recall?
It was He Xiaoyu's words, "I don't want to wait any longer," and the worries and longing she expressed in her letter.

Is it the image of Yang Kun holding the child named Shuyu, seeing him off as he set off for the expedition, or the melody of the Jade Plate that resounded throughout the wilderness in the stronghold that day?

In the end, it was Xu Changwen's sigh from the depths of the secret realm that resonated with his own feelings.

'This is where I will be buried, everyone. See you in the next life.'

"Boom!"

Another explosion rang out, and a scorching wind rushed straight to his face, but the expected pain did not occur. Sun Qi seemed to realize something, and he suddenly opened his eyes to see a tall figure blocking his way.

Sun Qi recognized the man; he was the platoon leader of the guard platoon beside the commander-in-chief. The guard platoon was a place where hidden talents were often found, and only the most gifted extraordinary individuals in the army were selected to join it.

Rumors circulated in the army that this man was the strongest person below the commander-in-chief in the corps. Sun Qi, who had seen Xiao Zhenru in action, had doubts about this, but the tall figure in front of him was deeply engraved in his mind.

At this moment, he held an ordinary military knife in his hand and charged towards the zombie. Before Sun Qi could see his movements clearly, the two separated upon contact.

The zombie was instantly cleaved as if it had been hacked several times, its entire body torn apart into several pieces. In just one exchange, it was slain by the man's blade.

Sun Qi even felt that the zombie was not cleaved by the knife in its hand. At this moment, the zombie was exuding an extremely sharp aura, like a sword capable of cutting through iron and jade.

After killing the zombie, his imposing aura gradually subsided, and he walked to Sun Qi's side.

"Commander... there are still many zombies...!"

Yin Danyi patted Sun Qi on the shoulder and reassured him, "Don't worry, look."

Around the convoy, many active figures appeared, all members of the guard platoon, those warriors with powerful superpowers displaying their strength in various parts of the battlefield.

As a long, drawn-out whistle sounded, Sun Qi's heart skipped a beat. He saw a heavily armored train approaching from the direction of Hailing County.

On the flatbed at the front of the train stood a tall figure with a young face and white hair. Just seeing him made countless people on the battlefield feel reassured, as if no problem was a problem, and their anxious hearts were immediately at ease.

Yin Danyi had already turned in that direction. Before leaving, she told Sun Qi, "I'm leaving now. The battlefield medical team will be arriving soon. Please treat the injuries of your comrades first."

"it is good!"

Sun Qi suddenly realized what was happening and quickly turned around.

No sooner said than done, only a few minutes had passed from when Sun Qi stood up to when the zombie was killed. Turning back to look at his comrades lying on the ground, he felt a little breathless.

Basic first aid is their standard procedure, but several soldiers have clearly lost vital signs. He checks on his comrades one by one, but the more he looks, the more agonizing it becomes. Of the twelve-man squad that was intact when they returned, only six remain alive. Except for Sun Qi, everyone else is wounded, and it's uncertain how many can be saved. The least injured is the communications soldier, whose thigh has been ripped open by shrapnel. Fortunately, no artery has been hit, but he is pale from blood loss and leans there, completely exhausted.

"Brother, I'm cold."

The soldier was a year younger than Sun Qi and was trembling all over. Sun Qi gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay, I'll be fine soon."

He found a tourniquet and gauze to simply wrap the wound. The other person gasped in pain during the process, but gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

"Okay, okay, it's alright, just bear with it a little longer, I'll go check on the others."

He took two steps at a time and arrived at his class monitor's side.

"Squad leader, squad leader?"

There were no obvious external injuries on the other person, but no matter how much he called out, the other person remained unconscious. Sun Qi had no choice but to lay the other person flat and clean their mouth and nose.

By this time, some of the smaller squads had come to help. Several wounded soldiers were carried onto stretchers. Sun Qi walked to the side of the old soldier surnamed Meng. His injuries were so severe that a group of people didn't even dare to move him. Was it a miracle? When Sun Qi approached, the old soldier woke up from his coma.

"You little rascal, you were absolutely right..."

His voice was barely audible, and he managed a weak smile. He struggled to raise his hand, trying to touch his chest, but couldn't reach what he wanted.

Sun Qi quickly reached into his chest pocket and found the photo, with a small amount of bright red blood stained one corner of it.

"We've been comrades-in-arms, so I'm entrusting this child to you from now on."

The veteran stared at the photo for a moment, then turned to Sun Qi and said, "You're a good lad. I'm at ease entrusting the girl to you."

"Brother Meng, don't say anymore, Brother Meng, you'll be alright..."

"How rare! You call me Brother Meng."

The old soldier grinned, his eyelids already closed, and he was still muttering something, though it was a little hard to hear. Sun Qi had to lean closer to listen.

"She's still young and doesn't remember anything. Don't let her remember me. After you adopt her, let her treat you as her father."

"I saved your life, so you should return it to her..."

After saying that, the old soldier's chest stopped heaving.

"Brother Meng! Old Meng! Old Meng!!"

At that moment, a figure dressed in a white nurse's uniform ran over, forcefully pried Sun Qi off from beside the veteran, and pressed a glittering, powdery substance onto the veteran's wound.

"Quickly get someone to arrange a stretcher, what are you standing there for!"

"You don't even know CPR or artificial respiration?! Get out of my way!"

Before Sun Qi could make a move, nearby soldiers carried over a stretcher, and Sun Qi reached out and, together with the nurse, moved the veteran onto the stretcher.

The nurse bent down, blew air into the veteran's mouth, and pressed hard on his chest.

"That's tough! This is killing me! How are you superhumans so sturdy? Someone, do CPR!"

Her voice was clear and crisp as she ordered without looking up, "There's a medical section on the train. Take him over there!"

Sun Qi wanted to step forward, but a medic ran over and took over the job.

"Ah, it's you!"

After the wounded were carried away, the girl finally saw Sun Qi's appearance and was quite surprised: "It's a good thing you're alright, otherwise I really wouldn't know how to explain it to Sister Xiaoyu."

The person who arrived was Song Miaomiao from Haiqu. Sun Qi asked anxiously, "How is he? Can he still be saved?"

"You need to be prepared for the severity of your injuries."

Song Miaomiao was covered in blood and didn't even bother to change her gloves. Her expression was no longer as lively and cheerful as before. She shook her head at Sun Qi, said only these two words, and then, without saying anything more, immediately went to help the others.

(End of this chapter)