The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse-Chapter 429 - 422 Uranus Troops

The enemy could arrive at any moment, and with the wounded, it’s not just an hour we’re talking about—it could be two hours, three hours, and they still wouldn’t all be taken care of.

Generally speaking, the emergency measures that a field medic can take on a battlefield are limited, consisting of nothing more than stopping bleeding, pain relief, and then escorting the wounded to a frontline hospital. The key to whether some of the seriously injured can survive still depends on the treatment they receive at the field hospital.

But the Egg Bomb Squad only had five people, and among them, two had medical skills that surpassed a field medic, even reaching the level of a battlefield surgeon.

Having a battlefield surgeon around greatly increased the chances of survival for every wounded person here, of course, divine intervention couldn’t save those destined to die, but for the injured who were on the brink, the presence of a doctor meant they had a much better chance of living.

But no matter how skilled the doctor, surgery requires time, and the biggest problem for Spark Squad was the absence of a field hospital, no rear guard, no support, and even medical supplies had to be used with utmost precision.

Song Qian had been shot in the lung, so he underwent thoracic surgery. Now that the surgery was completed, Song Qian could only lie on the ground with his wound crudely stitched up and left open.

The surgery could allow Song Qian to live about six more hours, according to the most optimistic estimate. If the situation turned sour, Song Qian might only live an hour or two longer than if he had not received any emergency treatment whatsoever.

Did this kind of emergency treatment even have meaning?

It still had meaning because the duty of a field medic is to aid the wounded on the battlefield, to allow as many comrades as possible to survive, even if the wounded ultimately perish. For a medic, fulfilling this duty is the most basic line that must not be crossed.

The drone’s hovering time was at its limit because it needed to fly over a large area, back and forth, to search and monitor enemy movements, and frequent maneuvering accelerated the battery drain. So, Harry Keen recalled the drone to switch the batteries before gradually releasing them back into the air.

The enemy would definitely come, because the Sanitation Worker, having completed their assembly and planning a major attack, certainly couldn’t tolerate a force whose numbers were unclear but had annihilated one of their own battalions nearby and had once again wiped out one of their armored battalions.

A force capable of annihilating two armored battalions typically wouldn’t be smaller than a regiment. Even if the Solar System Company’s combat model involved dispersed squad tactics, from the perspective of the Sanitation Worker, it would be interpreted as the coordinated actions of many squads.

Therefore, the Sanitation Worker had to send troops again to hunt them down, or else they would have to cancel a large-scale offensive.

Allowing a large and powerful special forces team to operate near their territory uncontested is something that wouldn’t happen under any competent commander.

However, at Gao Yuan’s position, the surgery on Song Qian had just concluded, Li Jingang’s surgery was still underway, and Cao Zhenjiang’s had just begun.

So they couldn’t move for a short while still.

Swearing to God, Gao Yuan had never even considered abandoning the wounded and retreating; it never crossed his mind.

Therefore, they must continue to defend, but this time Gao Yuan and the other four had retreated a short distance to the center of the battlefield.

The current location of the wounded was the center of the battlefield.

The atmosphere was somber, no one felt like talking, and Gao Yuan sat there, opening and eating energy bars one after another.

Not a single Energy Bar was left from the last few, they could not be saved any longer; this was the moment of the final battle. For Gao Yuan, Energy Bars were his ammunition, he had to replenish energy quickly and in large quantities, to prepare for creating another miracle.

Only the enemy did have the time and opportunity to contact their headquarters during the recent battle, and it was unknown if they had reported encountering the anomaly that was Gao Yuan. If they had, then the enemy would likely take some countermeasures, which would greatly reduce the chances of Gao Yuan performing another miracle.

Gao Yuan sucked the last energy bar dry and casually placed the empty wrapper into his backpack; next, he was supposed to eat a compressed biscuit.

Just as Gao Yuan took out the compressed biscuit, opened the packaging, and placed the first biscuit into his mouth, Ralph suddenly aimed his rifle fiercely in one direction, and Gao Yuan immediately dropped the biscuit in his hand, grabbed a hand grenade, and held onto the ring of the grenade with his left hand.

A person wearing a ghillie suit and holding a sniper rifle appeared silently beside a large tree.

This alert mission wasn’t thorough enough; how could they let someone approach so easily?

But even though the person in the ghillie suit who suddenly emerged was at a dangerously close distance, Ralph didn’t shoot, and Gao Yuan didn’t throw his grenade.

Because this suddenly emerging individual clearly didn’t exhibit any hostility. Not to mention that if the Sanitation Worker wanted to send troops, they would be armored soldiers. The key point was that although wearing a ghillie suit with excellent camouflaging effect, the person brazenly walked out, indicating they were deliberately exposing themselves.

Deliberate exposure, the most likely possibility was that they were friendly forces, people from the Solar System Company.

Gao Yuan’s heart started to pound; the people from the Solar System Company were operating nearby but had not shown themselves, leading Gao Yuan to think they had to wait until the most critical moment, just like in the movies, for someone from the Solar System Company to appear.

But now, the people from the Solar System Company appeared so silently, without any hint of dramatic flair.

"Who’s there?"

"Who are you?"

Ralph asked first, but the person in the ghillie suit also spoke up; moments later, Gao Yuan shouted loudly, "Friendly! Looking for Ram!"

Gao Yuan was now blurting out words, and the person in the ghillie suit looked at Gao Yuan and Ralph, then glanced around at several people on alert and on the injured lying on the ground, as well as the destroyed armored vehicle. Technically, he didn’t need to ask anything further, but he was still not willing to completely relax his vigilance.

"State your exact identity, purpose, and origin."

The accent was heavy in his English, but this time Gao Yuan didn’t understand all of it. After Ralph whispered a translation to him, Gao Yuan shouted loudly, "We are from Shenzhou, codenamed Spark Squad."

As soon as Ralph conveyed Gao Yuan’s words, the person in the ghillie suit immediately gestured, "Please come here."

The two parties were about a hundred meters apart, and to converse, they had to shout at the top of their lungs. Upon seeing the other party’s gesture, Gao Yuan and Ralph immediately ran over.

As for everyone else, they continued doing what they needed to do, those on alert remained vigilant, and those administering first aid continued to do so; but everyone’s expression had relaxed a lot, for they all knew that the relief forces had arrived.

The relief forces had finally come.

Gao Yuan and Ralph reached the person in the ghillie suit, who then whispered, "State a precise name or codename."

Gao Yuan didn’t hesitate and said, "Big Red Third Company of Fierce Tiger Brigade, Shenzhou Expeditionary Army, Spark Squad, my codename is Nemesis."

The person in the ghillie suit finally nodded, and then he saluted, saying, "Uranus Troops of the Solar System, 12th Special Action Group leader Zapolov, pleased to meet you."