No matter how complicated a battle was, there came a moment when it ended.
A few minutes later, the battle on the train entered its final stage.
"Rip!"
As the last Strange Gray Rat that leaped into the carriage was stabbed to death by the thick-browed captain of the Escort Personnel with the wind blade at the end of his weapon, all the Strange Gray Rats were wiped out. The Escort Personnel had won the battle.
But that did not mean the Escort Personnel had suffered no losses.
During the battle, one member of the Escort Personnel was dragged out through a window by a Strange Gray Rat and died on the spot. Even his body was never recovered.
As many as five more Escort Personnel had been bitten by Strange Gray Rats that lunged through the windows, losing most of their combat ability. Out of the thirty-man escort team, nearly twenty percent had already become casualties.
At that moment, the team's dedicated medic hurried over to the wounded with a red case in hand. Squatting down, he took out blades and medicine from the case and began treating their wounds.
Once he was done, he sprinkled a bottle of silver powder over the wounds, then poured on a bottle of transparent liquid.
"Whoosh—"
The moment the transparent liquid came into contact with the silver powder, a layer of white frost instantly formed around it, freezing the wounds and stopping them from worsening further.
After letting out a muffled groan, the wounded men's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, as though much of their pain had been relieved.
Only then did the medic wrap the wounds in gauze and ask Philip and the other train crew members to help carry the injured men to an empty carriage to rest.
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