During the conversation, the sound of artillery fire continued inside and outside Sun Never Set. The artillery on the city wall did not stop for a moment to conduct large-scale attacks on the demon army outside the city. The demon army also continued to attack the defensive shield of Sun Never Set.
The sound of artillery fire was loud and the roaring explosions made it impossible to get a moment's peace until the sun set.
The Alliance troops who were resting in the city took the time to rest. The sound of artillery fire in their ears reminded them all the time that the war was not over yet.
When they are thirsty, they take a sip or two of the water bottle. When they are hungry, they stuff in some food. When they are sleepy, they sit on the floor and lean against the wall to squint for a while. Their bodies and minds are exhausted to the extreme, and most of them are exhausted.
The fighting energy in the magic box was almost exhausted, and they had never felt so tired as now.
But they didn't dare to sleep too hard. They didn't take off their military uniforms or put down their weapons. They slept lightly, but they were always on guard in their hearts.
The next wave of battles could start at any time, so they couldn't sleep too hard.
The tired soldiers slept quietly, and the busy logistics personnel carefully lowered their hands and feet. Amidst the sound of artillery fire, their footsteps were almost inaudible, but they still subconsciously lowered their steps, fearing to bring trouble to these tired soldiers.
A little interruption.
Their soldiers, for their safety, fought bloody battles outside the city and got a short rest, but they could not find a soft bed to have a good sleep.
For those who were unable to participate in the battle, their hearts were filled with guilt and distress when they saw the soldiers sleeping next to the pavilions where the sun never set.
They prayed silently that the next wave of battles would come later, allowing the soldiers to rest a little longer.
The pungent smell of blood was everywhere in the underground city. Painful groans echoed in the city. Busy figures of logistics personnel kept moving back and forth. Blood-stained bandages were everywhere on the floor. Used medicine bottles were piled up in the corners.
The ground is the Shura battlefield, and the underground city is indeed Abi Hell. Death happens at any time. Many of the wounded who were carried off from the battlefield are struggling in pain. Many of the wounded died silently because of their excessive injuries. In the resurrection circle
Under the shroud of the undead, they woke up quickly. Their newly resurrected bodies were full of energy under the power of the undead. They quietly stood up and gave more resting positions to their comrades who needed them more. They silently walked to the logistics personnel.
Follow them and take care of the wounded.
Perhaps due to the effect of the resurrection circle of the undead, the sorrow of death did not spread in the city where the sun never sets. Seeing the brothers who had just died standing up again like undead, the joy in the hearts of the soldiers was greater than the sorrow.
The differences between races have long since disappeared here. They fight side by side with the undead, demons, and monsters. No matter whether the brothers are resurrected as humans or undead, they will always be comrades who share life and death and share the same hardships. As long as the brothers are still alive, no matter what they are, they will be the same.
To me, it is the greatest blessing.
The resurrected warriors took over the work of the pharmacists, who were summoned back to the Pharmacists Guild by Ye Qing.
During the war, the huge consumption of medicines has reached a terrible figure. They don't know how long this battle will last, and how long the medicines they hoarded can last.
They can only concentrate their efforts to create more potions in the shortest possible time.