Chapter 692: Heavy Casualties

ns to my daughter, I will never let you go—"Yi Jia was in a panic. Yi Si Chen and Ye Xi drove the girl to the hospital, and Jun Qing Ya followed them.At the stroke of midnight, on a frigid winter's ni...Eight to nine pack wolves surrounded and attacked them, causing heavy casualties. The air was thick with the stench of blood, punctuated by gunfire, screams, and angry shouts.

This night was really tough.

By the time dawn approached, everyone was exhausted.

Everyone was in a sorry state, with cuts and bruises of varying sizes. They slumped to the ground, exhausted, leaning against trees and gasping for breath, or lying flat on the muddy ground like corpses.

I have never experienced such a defeat as tonight.

Faced with the mutated, frenzied behemoth, they were utterly helpless even with firearms at their disposal.

Because of close-quarters combat, firearms couldn't show their advantage, they could only rely on swords and daggers to fight those beasts for their lives.

Their team wasn't all proficient in close-quarters combat, which required incredibly robust physical fitness, especially when fighting these mutated hyena packs. It took immense stamina to endure the struggle.

Qiao Bao'er's face was as pale as paper without a trace of blood. Her right hand, still gripping the bayonet, trembled uncontrollably. Her breath was suppressed, and she tried hard to adjust her breathing rate, desperately trying to calm herself down.

But at this very moment, the pitch-black night began to gradually lighten, with a grayish sky.

She clearly saw the dead and injured at the scene. Some had their necks bitten off by wolves, some had their arms and legs broken, their flesh and blood blurred, their eyes wide open because of pain, unwilling to die, unable to close their eyes. Their faces were black and blue, their skin cold, they were all dead.

These corpses, they were all her companions once. They had all spoken to her.

Qiao Bao'er's tears flowed from her eyes uncontrollably. Her face was smeared with mud, her hair disheveled, but her eyes were incredibly resolute and bright. She gripped the bayonet in her right hand even tighter. Facing death like this had a profound impact on her heart.

The other survivors in the team were also deeply affected, though Lao Gui and his comrades were accustomed to life and death. Witnessing their teammates being devoured alive by beasts, such a bloody and helpless scene, filled them with immense anger.

The crab was a mess, eyes bloodshot as if possessed. He went mad, raising his gun to the dead jackal carcass and firing wildly, bang bang bang—

Though they managed to kill the pack of wolves that had besieged them last night, they lost 10 of their men.

Anger, one's own helplessness. What was once a source of pride, its abilities, now reduced to such pathetic vulnerability.

Even amidst the cacophony of bullets ripping through the air, a sense of unease lingered among them.

"...Don't waste bullets, you never know what's coming up behind you."

Raphael's face wasn't looking too good either. He wiped the smudge off his face and suddenly spoke, his tone laced with sarcasm.

The crab, hearing his tone, became even angrier. He pointed the gun directly at him and roared, "Shut your mouth! If it weren't for you, would we be facing these ghostly things Your family's internal conflicts dragged us all into this..."

The crab was swearing, and Raphael, unusually, didn't retort. He closed his eyes, choosing to meditate instead.

Everyone knows deep down that dwelling on past grievances is pointless. Since arriving on the third island, we've faced unexpected challenges and this recent tragedy has taken a heavy toll. They need an outlet for their emotions.

Without much communication, they each got to work. They only had minor scrapes and bruises, so they picked up their knives and started chopping wood. Those who were seriously injured or had leg wounds that made it difficult to move rested on the spot, tending to their injuries and trying not to be a burden.

Qiao Bao'er had Samba guarding her, so she was lucky and didn't have any injuries. She worked silently with Jun Zhimu and the others chopping down trees, piling branch after branch.

Then, the cremations of those 10 deceased team members were performed.

The raging fire shot into the sky.

Flames crackled on the corpses, burning steadily. They stood upright, silently watching as their comrades left, the flames reflected in their heavy, sorrowful eyes.

This was a meager farewell to death.

They did not have much time to grieve, they had to cremate immediately, or else other animals would likely eat their bodies.

Cremation is a way of showing respect to them.

"We need to leave here right now."

After a fierce battle last night, these mutated jackals were scattered and died in different locations. They originally planned to slaughter a wolf and eat its flesh as revenge, but the stench of blood from these beasts was too overwhelming to bear. After stabbing at it a few times with their knives, they gave up.

I'm still shaken from last night's fight, who knows how many wolves and wild beasts are still lurking in this forest.

Their weapons, firearms and ammunition, had been depleted by half, and after days of relentless fighting, they were exhausted.

If they're unlucky enough to run into a pack of wolves again, they'll all die here.

"...Let's find a water source and rest for a bit." Junzhi Mu's voice also held a hint of weariness.

Everyone couldn't help but look back at the pile of extinguished corpses, their brothers, farewell. With a turn and a stride, they set off on their unfinished mission.

Originally, their team of 21 people was reduced to 11.vice.Jun's family has so many businesses, Qiao Baoer likes this club the most and always wants to come and have a look. Unfortunately, she was confined due to her pregnancy. However, today, this magni...