Rebirth after the apocalypse: I create a new world with space!

After saying this, she seemed to want to dispel the heavy atmosphere, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a comforting smile, and then she said:

"Okay, let's not talk about me anymore, let's talk about our next plan."

Zhao Gang and Wu Qingcang looked at each other, and their eyes seemed to convey a silent understanding.

Then, Zhao Gang cleared his throat and said solemnly:

"Well, we do need to discuss this. We are all exhausted after this fierce battle. I think we can rest here for a while."

As he spoke, he wiped the sweat and dust from his face with his hand, his eyes full of fatigue.

"I feel the same way." Wu Qingcang immediately agreed, his voice a little hoarse but firm, "Everyone needs time to recover their strength and energy now. Besides, we have to carefully check our equipment and supplies to see if there is any loss. This is related to our subsequent itinerary."

Li Luo tilted his head slightly, frowning slightly, as if he was thinking about an important decision concerning life and death.

After a moment, she slowly spoke:

"Then let's rest here for two hours. We can't take too long. The Jinling base is our goal, and we have to get there as soon as possible. The sooner we arrive, the sooner everyone can feel at ease."

Her eyes revealed an eagerness and determination, as if she had already seen the hopeful gate of the Jinling base.

After hearing this, Zhao Gang and Wu Qingcang nodded in agreement without hesitation.

So, the three of them began to discuss the specific arrangements during the rest period.

The atmosphere of the discussion was as heated as boiling water in a pot, constantly bubbling. Everyone actively put forward their own ideas, and various suggestions were intertwined.

After everything was discussed, the three of them took action.

The figures were like wound-up machines, and with mission and determination, they quickly threw themselves into their respective tasks.

Zhao Gang strode towards the crowd like a commander on the battlefield, and began to organize rest shifts and arrange alerts.

He shouted loudly:

"Everyone, listen up. We are going to take turns to rest now. Shift One will rest first, and Shift Two will be on guard. Keep your eyes open and report any disturbance immediately!"

His voice echoed throughout the camp, and everyone could sense the seriousness of his words.

Wu Qingcang walked towards where the supplies were piled, squatted down, and began to count the supplies carefully.

He picked up an object and examined it carefully, muttering:

"Weapons, medicines, food... none of them can be missing."

His eyes were focused as if he was searching for treasure, not missing any details.

Li Luo hurried to the place where the wounded were temporarily resting.

As soon as you step in here, the pungent smell hits you in the face, and the strong smell of medicine and blood permeates every inch of the air.

The two are entangled and merged with each other, just like the eerie breath of death lingering eerily, making people's hearts tremble.

Everywhere you look, you can see the wounded looking in pain.

Some of the wounded lay quietly on stretchers that could not be any simpler. Their faces were as pale as white paper covered with frost and snow in winter, and their lips were as dry as land that had been dry for a long time, covered with shocking cracks.

The tightly furrowed brows were like ravines, deeply engraved on their foreheads, as if every wrinkle contained unspeakable pain.

Their bodies were trembling slightly, and every tremor seemed to be silently telling of the torture of pain.

There were also some wounded soldiers, half-sitting on their worn backpacks. Their eyes were empty and lifeless, like deep black holes, and their souls seemed to have been pulled out of them by the endless pain.

In that emptiness, there is helplessness towards pain, fear of war, and confusion towards the unknown.

Li Luo's heart tightened slightly. She walked gently to each wounded person, squatted down, her eyes full of concern.

She spoke softly to each wounded person, her voice as gentle as the spring breeze:

"How do you feel? Does the wound still hurt?"

As she spoke, she concentrated her energy and used her special abilities to treat those who were more seriously injured.

I saw the light of supernatural power light up in her hands, the light was bright and soft, just like the sacred halo above an angel's head.

The light slowly and gently enveloped the wounds of the wounded, like countless pairs of the most gentle hands, gently caressing the hideous wounds with endless love and compassion.

Under this gentle touch, the wound seemed to feel the healing power and began to heal slowly.

The torn skin seemed to be carefully stitched by a pair of invisible hands. The redness and swelling gradually subsided, and the bleeding stopped flowing.

While she was concentrating on treatment, she also warmed the hearts of the wounded with her comforting words.

"Don't worry, take good care of your injuries and you will recover soon. We are a whole and we will not abandon you."

Every word is like a seed of hope, sown in the wounded hearts.

While Li Luo was treating the wounded, time passed silently like sand in an hourglass.

Two hours passed quickly, like a gust of wind blowing through this busy and tense makeshift camp.

After resting, the group regrouped.

They seemed to have regained energy, each of them recovered some strength, and the flame of hope rekindled in their eyes.

The flame was bright and hot, like a torch in the darkness, illuminating the way forward.

The flames reflected in their eyes, forming a sharp contrast with the darkness around them, like stars twinkling in the darkness.

They know that the road ahead is still full of dangers, but they are already prepared, like armored warriors, full of courage and firm determination.

The wind blew across their faces, bringing a hint of chill, but it could not blow away the enthusiasm in their hearts.

At this time, Zhao Gang stood in front of the assembled team, like a majestic mountain, and he shouted loudly:

"Is everyone ready? We are going to set off again! The Jinling base is waiting for us. There is the new home we long for. As long as we unite as one, we will definitely get there!"

His voice was powerful and majestic, like the sound of a huge bell resonating in the air. Every word was full of power and was deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts. Even the whistling wind seemed to give way to it at this moment.

Everyone shouted in unison:

"Ready!"

The sound echoed in the empty space, startling several mutant birds in the distant bushes.

They flapped their wings and flew into the dark sky.

Just like that, the convoy set off again, heading north towards the Jinling base...