Doctor will never die in a hellish situation.

It's ironic, but also very realistic.

Those black-clad men belonging to Lungmen not only ruthlessly attacked the Integration Movement, but also the residents of the slums.

Perhaps there wasn't enough time to carefully distinguish whether the residents were disguised enemies, so they adopted a swift and decisive approach. Or perhaps the leader in charge of them omitted a few words, changing "cleaning up the enemies in the slums" to "cleaning up the slums."

Regardless of the specifics, the Yetis's objective shifted from joining the battle in Lungmen to rescuing their besieged comrades and innocent civilians.

"Damn it, those black-clad men are attacking again! Quickly suppress them with firepower and force them back!" A startled cry from the communicator interrupted Froststar's thoughts. She hurriedly handed over the task of organizing the evacuation to her companions and rushed towards the battle zone.

To alleviate the pressure on their defenses, the Yetis left only one passage for entry and exit, and set up defenses against the broken walls and ruins, struggling to resist the Black Cloak's attack.

Seeing these creatures leaping across rooftops and dodging crossbow bolts and bullets as they flew toward the retreating troops, the Yeti immediately realized that these planters were trying to force them to abandon their defensive positions and firepower advantage, and enter into a highly disadvantageous melee.

It's shameless, but very effective.

Neither Frostnova nor the Yetis could stand idly by and watch them commit slaughter. The bear in charge of frontline command gritted his teeth and prepared to order his men to stop them.

"Cough cough..."

Amidst weak coughs, the temperature plummeted, and the surrounding high-rises rapidly collapsed to both sides. Although this did not harm the men in black raincoats, it deprived them of any footholds to leverage, and their offensive momentum was suppressed.

"Quick, keep firing! They have nowhere to land!" Big Bear felt much more at ease. He knew it was his eldest sister who had arrived. He quickly continued to organize fire, forcing the woman in the black raincoat to retreat out of sight.

But the joy of defeating the enemy didn't last long, quickly dispelled by a series of coughs. He gave a brief handover and then rushed anxiously to the weak white rabbit: "Big sister..."

"Report the situation," Frostnova said, shaking her head and forcing herself to endure the dizziness.

“This is the last group of Reunion Movement members and civilians we were able to contact. We have completely suppressed the Guard Bureau, but those in black raincoats are a bit troublesome, and…” Big Bear stopped there, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping.

"Go on."

"Big sister...we saw Rhodes Island's little rabbits...the other squads also discovered signs of Rhodes Island's activities on the battlefield..." Big Bear hesitated for a moment before saying with a hint of helplessness.

"Is that so? It seems a battle is unavoidable." Frostnova smiled wryly, the image of the handsome young man with silver hair and red eyes appearing in her mind.

Is war finally about to break out?

Even if all the available troops were gathered and civilians were evacuated as much as possible, the retreating troops would still be in danger of being caught up and wiped out by the enemy if they could not hold out long enough.

It would be foolish to place our hopes on the enemy and expect them to be too busy cleaning up to pursue us. Someone has to stay behind to cover our retreat, but that would inevitably lead to an encounter with Rhodes Island.

She wanted to grab a special liquor candy to perk herself up, but all she had left in her pocket was the little black rabbit Qin Duanyu had given her. With no other choice, she trembled as she unwrapped the candy and gently popped it into her mouth.

It's sweet, but also a little bitter.

"Strengthen the fortifications and buy time for our compatriots to evacuate. I will stay here and fight with you to the very end!" It seemed that the warmth came from someone's embrace rather than from the candy. Froststar chewed a few times and her expression became resolute.

"No, big sister, you can't use Originium Arts anymore! We can hold off the enemy..."

"I said, I will fight alongside you until..." Froststar was about to say more, but an unprecedented feeling of weakness overwhelmed her, causing her to lose consciousness.

"Petrova, come quick! My older sister has fainted!"

To reiterate, it's not a knife! It's sweet! The rest is truly sweet!

Chapter 72, Section 357: Thank you for the compliment. I really am a Pelosi.

On the wasteland, a river will appear, a river formed by the gathering of refugees.

Regardless of whether they are infected or not, Ursus or Lungmen people, they are all pitiful people who once thought they had found a place to belong, only to realize that it was just wishful thinking and they still have nowhere to go.

Fear, confusion, unease.

Perhaps one day they will find a suitable place to settle down and form a new settlement, or perhaps they will be swallowed up by this man-eating land and become skeletons buried under the yellow earth...

"Big Bear, stop reciting your lousy poems!" a Yeti roared impatiently, its voice gradually lowering.

A somber atmosphere quickly spread among the Yetis.

Just minutes ago, they had entrusted the Phantom Crossbowmen to take the unconscious Frostnova away, because according to Petrova, the only one who knew a little about medicine, her body wouldn't last much longer, and she had almost exhausted herself in the fight against the Black Cloak, so she might sleep for a long time.

So they begged their retreating comrades to take Frostnova with them, hoping she could spend the rest of her life with Patriot, while they themselves stayed behind to buy time for the evacuation.

"So, are we going to die here?" Looking at the black-clad figure not far away and the approaching Guard Bureau, a Yeti suddenly turned around and asked, "Is there any more wine? I suddenly want a drink!"

“I drank quite a bit with the Rhodes Island people in the ruins earlier, so there’s not much left. Be careful and share some with everyone.” The Yeti swordsman who had handed Franka the wine earlier pulled out a wine jug from his pocket and tossed it to her.

"I want to drink too..." Seeing everyone taking out their bottles and jars and tilting their heads back to drink, Yang Ge licked his lips and reached out to take it.

"That won't do, you're not even an adult yet... Never mind, drink less. I don't know how much you can hold your liquor, be careful you won't even be able to hold your knife properly!" The Yeti swordsman hesitated for a moment, but still handed the wine jug to the boy.

"Ha, do you think I'm Mr. Rasputin? But thanks to him for teaching me Yan language, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to appease those civilians. I wonder how he, that white-haired older sister, and those powerful uncles are doing." Yang Ge took a big gulp and suddenly said.

Although no one knew the exact meaning of those words, all the Lungmen civilians who heard them smiled, and some would even slip him Lungmen coins or snacks. In short, they were a great help.

"Hey, they say fools are lucky. He certainly wouldn't live in the slums, so what could possibly go wrong? It's a pity that the black-haired girl with medical skills who's always with him is here. Maybe she could help Big Sister..." The Yeti Swordsman sighed.

"Speaking of which, I just remembered those people from Rhodes Island, that steaming cat. She said she'd treat us to drinks later. Judging by her drinking capacity, she seems pretty good. She should have a lot of fun," Petrova said, wiping her mouth.

“Indeed, they’re a pretty good group of people, unlike any of the infected we’ve encountered before.” Sobieski took a sip of his drink, a thoughtful look on his face. “It’s just that their doctor, he gives me a familiar feeling, like I’ve seen him somewhere before. Although he’s mysterious, he doesn’t seem like a bad person.”

"Oh right, and that little rabbit too, she looks even younger than Yang! But just like Big Sister back then, she forces herself to say things that adults would say, sigh..." Big Bear chimed in, then turned to Yang, "Hey, why are you crying? Do you even count as a Yeti like that!"

"Nonsense, I was hurt by the spiciness! Big Sister said we can't cry! We don't deserve to, because we haven't won yet! And you, you cried too!"

"I was also burned by the spice, because too much antifreeze was added! And what's with your attitude? Did I mistreat you before or something?"

"One thing at a time. Oh, right, there's still wine, isn't there? I'd like to have a bit more before that."

……

A sneeze!

Qin Duanyu sneezed, but didn't seem to care much: "Where was I? Right, Amiya, hold that big cat down, so she doesn't go crazy!"

"Let me go! I need to save them! There are Yetis over there! Damn it, damn it! Why do they have to die here?! I need to take them away, take them away from those black-clad creatures!" Huang struggled desperately, but Amiya not only held her tightly but also used Originium Arts.

"How do we save them? Putting aside whether the Yetis will listen to you, if those Black Cloaked Men really make a move, the Guard Bureau and Rhodes Island combined wouldn't be a match for them!" Qin Duanyu put his hand on Huang's shoulder and said coldly.

"But they...they...shouldn't...this damn world!" Huang gradually calmed down, murmured a few words, and finally stopped struggling.

Behind them, the Rhodes Island task force members who were slowly approaching had mostly also experienced the rescue operation in the abandoned city. Hearing their undisguised argument, they all lowered their heads sadly.

"You... know those infected?" Chen walked over after assembling the troops, looking at the state of Rhodes Island's side, which contrasted sharply with the high morale of the Guard Bureau, and couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, something happened in the ruins before, and they saved me in a sense." Qin Duanyu nodded and said without any hesitation.

"Is it possible to persuade them to surrender?" Chen asked tentatively.

“If they laid down their weapons so easily, they wouldn’t be Yetis,” Amiya said with certainty. “Moreover, the fact that those in black raincoats were mobilized here and no longer bother to conceal their movements clearly indicates that they are there to supervise the battle.”

“Then Rhodes Island can choose not to participate in this battle.” Chen turned to look at the ravaged slums and the Rhodes Island operators covered in battle marks, and took a deep breath. “Rhodes Island has already done a lot in this war in Lungmen. Even if we do nothing in the end, no one will find fault with us!”

“Indeed, for Lungmen, this is a war, and there are never any winners in war.” Amiya’s expression suddenly hardened. “Thank you for your understanding, Commander Chen. But we will witness it from the sidelines, not only the Guard Bureau’s valiant fight to surround Lungmen, but also the passing of a group of Infected, a group of outstanding soldiers…”

Before she could finish speaking, her long ears were grabbed forcefully and rubbed vigorously.

"Alright, adults should do this kind of thing. Kids shouldn't look at those strange things, or they'll have nightmares." Qin Duanyu gave Amiya a few hard rubs until she was teary-eyed before letting go and tossing her over to Chen. "Chen, watch over this little rabbit for me."

"What are you going to do?" Chen asked, puzzled.

"Go see those guys off!" Qin Duanyu said, walking towards a few people in black raincoats not far away.

While they wouldn't necessarily draw their swords and attack directly, the aura emanating from these men in black raincoats was enough to deter anyone who came forward to investigate, clearly indicating that they were engaged in something that couldn't be made public.

"Oh, you should know who I am, right? Take me to your manager!" Qin Duanyu seemed completely oblivious, strolling leisurely to a man in a black raincoat and speaking as if instructing a servant.

Several men in black raincoats hesitated for a moment, but after carefully examining Qin Duanyu, they made way for him and gestured for him to continue forward.

"It seems the Wei family's dog is quite sensible. Is it because I often run to your master's place that I've become familiar with your scent?" Qin Duanyu stopped at the edge of the combat zone and said provocatively.

No sooner had the words been spoken than a man in a black raincoat, exuding a significantly stronger aura, leaped down from the upper floor: "Doctor, although you are a distinguished guest specially invited by Lord Wei, it is probably not something a wise person should do to pry into these secrets too much."

"Don't scare me! Be careful you don't go complaining to Old Wei. It's no big deal if a barking dog gets beaten to death by its owner." Qin Duanyu remained unmoved and threatened in return.

"Thank you for the compliment, Doctor. However, I really am a Pero." The leader in the black raincoat was not angry at all. Instead, he took off his straw hat to reveal a pair of animal ears on his head and said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"No wonder Old Wei obeys every order; they really are a pack of loyal dogs." Qin Duanyu shrugged. "Since he says I'm a distinguished guest, would you mind letting me observe your battle?"

"...Please go ahead!" The leader in the black raincoat was about to refuse, but when he saw what Qin Duanyu was holding, his pupils dilated and his voice became weak.

Chapter 73, Section 358: Kal'tsit doesn't care about people at all.

Less than ten minutes had passed since the Black Cloaked Warriors launched their attack, and the sounds of battle gradually faded. Even though the trapped Yetis used all their might, including explosive crossbow bolts and frost source stones to destroy the surrounding buildings, they only managed to delay their demise slightly.

As the smoke and dust from the explosion and collapse dissipated, the men in black raincoats withdrew from the battlefield in an orderly fashion, disappearing between the buildings in a few leaps. If it weren't for the remaining traces of the battle, the officers from the Guard Bureau present would have suspected that they had seen some kind of illusion.

"Hmm? Those people cleared the way, but it looks like the battle is over. Does this mean we should go and clean up the mess?" Joel stopped wiping his halberd and frowned as he looked into the distance.

The few men in black raincoats who were originally blocking the road had quietly left their posts at some point.

"To highlight the strength of the Lungmen Guard's law enforcement capabilities, they gave us all the credit? *Lungmen profanity*, they really underestimated us!" Ferdinand spat, feeling immensely humiliated.

"What can we do? The big shot doesn't trust us at all. He can solve all the problems with a wave of his hand. We just need to continue being good vases. Ouch..." Machider stood up, pretending to be relaxed, but winced in pain as if she had aggravated her wound.

Merit?

Give alms!

If it is true that the Royal Guard Bureau has been fighting to the death since the moment the enemy broke into Lungmen, they will naturally accept it with joy, because that is the glory that belongs to the Royal Guard Bureau, and it is also proof that they have not let down the expectations of the citizens.

However, unlike Rhodes Island's assistance, these black-clad officers used almost forceful methods to drive away the Guard Bureau and wipe out the last batch of tough enemies, which made the Guard Bureau officers doubt their work.

Only vases displayed in shop windows need to be carefully protected to avoid damaging their bright and shiny appearance. Is it possible that the important task they take pride in, which is ensuring the safety of Longmen, is also viewed in the eyes of those important figures?

This was clearly an underestimation of their resolve and conviction, and thinking back to the oath they took upon joining the Guard Bureau only added to the sense of irony. For a moment, the Guard Bureau's ranks fell silent, showing no joy whatsoever at their victory.

"Hey, why are you all looking so dejected, like you've lost a battle? Shouldn't everyone be happy?" A hooded man walked towards them, speaking casually as if he didn't understand the atmosphere.

"Doctor? Why are you..." Although it was certain that there were no enemies around after the men in black raincoats left, Machidir and the others still naturally protected Qin Duanyu in the middle and asked curiously.

"Well, I just sent those yeti on their way. Luckily, the paparazzi in black were kind enough not to stop me," Qin Duanyu said calmly, pointing to the battlefield behind him where rubble still lay.

"You know them?"

"We're not that close, really, not close at all." Qin Duanyu shrugged, seemingly suppressing something. "But you guys, stand up straight! You repelled the invaders who broke into Longmen, and you exchanged your blood and sacrifices for the safety of the citizens. No one can deny that!"

"But……"

"But what? Just because you can't participate in the final battle, you're starting to doubt yourselves? Don't be silly. The entire Reunion movement couldn't be handled by Black Cloaks alone. And do you expect those guys to maintain order normally? Even if it's based on DKP, you get to pick out gear before them!"