"Quick!!!"
Several soldiers carrying heavy medical kits scrambled and rushed over.
Zhang Tiezhu did not immediately step forward, forcefully suppressing the surging emotions and the lump in his throat.
He suddenly turned around, his face covered with blood stains instantly returning to a cold, hard, and steely demeanor.
"First Platoon! Second Platoon! Clear the passage at the mouth of the valley immediately! Ensure the Force Field Barrier exit remains unimpeded!"
"Third Platoon, escort Captain Fang and the others out."
His voice was hoarse yet resolute, carrying an undeniable authority.
"Move quickly! The Ghost Festival isn't over yet! Who the hell knows if some weird thing will pop up in this damn place!"
"Yes, Captain!"
The soldiers shouted in unison, their suppressed shock instantly transforming into high morale and a sense of urgency.
The dark green figures spread out like worker ants, building a new defensive line on the thick charred earth.
