Chapter 750: Chapter 750 - 418: Flowers Blooming in the Mire

The steel flood of Louis has already moved away.What remains in the canyon is not the cheer of victory, but a fear that hasn't yet cooled.Refugees kneel in the mud, their hands still tainted with flour.Some clutch their injured legs, biting on cloth to silence their cries, while others stare dazedly at the distant flames, as if still not awakened from the madness.They originally thought they would be abandoned here.But before long, a second wave of people entered from the canyon entrance.They were not cavalry there to harvest, nor phalanxes to clear the field.They were the logistics and medical team.Hundreds of soldiers carried bulging march bags, their steps steady and quick.Their uniforms were uniformly colored, a glaring grey-white, as if designed to stand out in the mud and gore.Their faces were concealed by bird-beak masks and layers of gauze, revealing only pairs of weary but alert eyes.On their arms, the sun armband was particularly eye-catching in the cold light after the rain.Dozens of alchemy glow sticks were planted into the ground, their ghostly white light unraveling the darkness of the canyon into a straight corridor. Chaos was forcibly cut through.The refugees instinctively wanted to shrink back, yet the team did not pounce on them.They pitched tents first, then established quarantine lines, and set up cooking pots.Only then did someone stand at a high point.She wore light armor of the Red Tide Standard, rainwater cascading off her shoulder guards.Behind her was a greatsword almost as tall as she was, its handle wrapped in dark leather.When she removed her faceplate, it revealed an excessively youthful face, with a faint scar left by an old wound on her forehead.Mia, the team leader of the third logistics brigade of the Red Tide Knight Order.Her voice cut through the damp chill after the rain: "Don't push! Line up according to color!