The Original Chapter 36 Was Blocked, This Is a Revised Version, Hopefully It Won't Be Blocked

After a night of fighting, as dawn broke, the battle in Wata City gradually subsided.

Time passed, and after an unknown duration, a scarred hand reached out from a collapsed ruin in the southwest of Wata City, followed by a figure struggling to crawl out.

After Zhou Ning crawled out of the ruins, he felt dizzy and a sharp pain in his abdomen.

Frowning, he began to recall the events of yesterday in his mind.

Yesterday, they were ambushed. Although his special sense of crisis had alerted them, the enemy was ultimately in the shadows, while they were in the open.

Moreover, as it was night, they suffered a small loss as soon as the fighting began.

In the subsequent battle, after they organized a counterattack, the enemies were no match for them at all, and could only retreat step by step, using the city's layout to harass them.

Then, he accidentally triggered the opponent's trap. Although he reacted immediately and tried to avoid it, he was still affected, and everything went black before he lost consciousness.

Zhou Ning looked down at his abdomen and saw that the clothes on his stomach were dark red, the blood having already congealed.

At the same time, a sharp piece of iron was stuck in his stomach.

Clutching the wound on his abdomen, Zhou Ning slowly stood up and then endured the pain to leave the ruins.

Finally, he found a place, slowly leaning against a wall and sitting on the ground.

The act of sitting inevitably aggravated the wound on his abdomen, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

"Tear!!"

Tearing open the clothes on his stomach, he looked at the bloody wound, which had already begun to fester and was terribly dirty, probably already infected.

And he didn't know how long he had been unconscious. The fact that he was able to wake up now could only mean that his life was not meant to end.

But even so, if he didn't treat the wound and reduce further deterioration, then it wouldn't be long before he might have to meet the King of Hell.

Therefore, he could only save himself now.

"Hiss~"

After tearing off a piece of clothing, rolling it into a ball, and stuffing it into his mouth, Zhou Ning used his hand to pinch the piece of iron in his stomach and slowly pulled it out. The excruciating pain made him want to fall asleep.

As the iron piece was pulled out, a stream of blood mixed with pus spurted out.

Seeing this, he quickly removed the torn clothes from his mouth and bandaged the wound quickly.

After everything was done, he collapsed on the ground, not wanting to move at all.

Lying quietly on the ground, he looked at the big sun in the sky and the black smoke floating in the air.

Ten minutes later.

After resting for a while and regaining some strength, Zhou Ning got up from the ground, looked at the city filled with smoke, and slowly walked outside, he was going to find his team.

He didn't know the current situation of his teammates, but he wanted to see them alive or dead.

Picking up a wooden stick as a crutch on the road, Zhou Ning walked out little by little. He could see scattered corpses in the city. Fortunately, what made him feel better was that he had not seen the bodies of his companions.

This shows that they won the battle yesterday, and only by winning would they have time to collect the bodies of their companions. Otherwise, the enemy would not be so kind as to collect the bodies for you.

At this moment, he saw a severed arm in a ruin, with the Cloud Pattern unique to the Yanhuang Empire's clothing on it.

Seeing this, Zhou Ning quickly ran over and picked up the arm. He recognized it at a glance as belonging to one of his soldiers.

Then he looked at the ruins under his feet and began to dig frantically, and in the process, the wound on his abdomen began to bleed.

A few minutes later, he looked at the person buried under the ruins, that familiar face, now dead for a long time.

Looking at this person, Zhou Ning dug him out, carried him on his back, and prepared to find a place to rebury him and erect a tombstone.

Although he knew that in his current state, doing so was simply courting death, he still wanted to do it. He didn't want his soldiers to die without even a decent grave.

When he arrived outside the city, he immediately saw a row of simple earthen graves.

In front of these mounds were wooden tablets carved with names, and Zhou Ning felt his heart tremble as he looked at them.

An hour later, after he buried the person on his back, he was about to leave when he heard the sound of fighting in the distance.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Then, he quickly walked towards the direction of the sound.

Although he didn't know what was happening over there, he still had to go, because maybe his comrades were fighting there.

Although it was unlikely, he couldn't lose hope.

When he arrived there, he noticed the battle taking place from a distance. Although it wasn't the people he was looking for, judging from their clothes, they were his own people.

The Alliance, Third Area Garrison.

At this time, in the headquarters garrison, staff members dressed in work uniforms were hurrying about, looking very busy.

From time to time, angry scolding could be heard from inside the rooms.

The highest commander of this area, Lorgio Imwe, hung up the phone angrily, almost driven mad.

He didn't expect that at this critical moment, the logistics would have problems. It was outrageous.

Now that the supplies from the rear couldn't be transported, Lorgio was so angry that he wanted to run to the rear and kill those noble lords with a knife.

Those people were simply good for nothing but causing trouble.

They were completely dragging them down.

Looking at the angry Lorgio, a trace of sorrow flashed in the eyes of the deputy beside him, and a sense of despair rose in his heart.

After all, the Alliance was already at a disadvantage, and now they were being held back by their own people. What was the point of them risking their lives here?

Was it just to protect those noble lords in the rear?

Thinking about things in his heart, the more he thought, the more confused he became.

"Those nobles don't care about us at all. It's one thing to hold us back usually, but now they're doing it at a critical moment..."

"Yes, without supplies, how are we going to fight next? Are we supposed to fight with our fists?

Also, without food, we can't fight the enemy on an empty stomach, can we?"

"Those bastards, they usually eat, drink, and have fun in the rear, and now they're holding us back. I really want to kill them all."

"What do we do next? Without follow-up supplies, we won't be able to hold on for long."

Moreover, this counter-offensive matter has already been decided; it affects the whole situation with the slightest move.

If, because of problems on our side, this counter-offensive plan goes awry, then we will truly be nailed to the wall of shame."

This plot will pass quickly, as it's too easy to involve forbidden content.