"Abandon the vehicles! Everyone! Take as much water, food, and weapons as you can! For the severely wounded..."
Song Heping scanned everyone, his gaze carrying a hint of reluctance.
"How do we handle the severely wounded?"
The medic, nicknamed "Doctor" in the special forces platoon, swallowed hard and squeezed out this question through clenched teeth.
"Carry them!" Song Heping said resolutely, "Use stretchers! Dismantle the car doors! Take apart the car canopies! Anything that can be used as a stretcher, dismantle it! Assign a group to take turns carrying them! Everyone else, protect the flanks! Our target is that Wind Erosion Rock Area to the south! Quick! Move!"
His shout was like a thunderclap, instantly awakening everyone numbed by the scorching heat and despair.
The instinct to survive overwhelmed their fatigue.
