The Original Chapter 36 Was Banned, So I Revised and Reposted It Here-Hopefully This One Won't Get Banned

After a night of fighting, the battle in Wata City finally began to die down as dawn broke.

As time slowly passed, no one knew how long had gone by. In a collapsed ruin in the southwestern part of Wata City, a scarred hand suddenly reached out, followed by a figure struggling to crawl free of the rubble.

After crawling out of the ruins, Zhou Ning felt dizzy and groggy, while a wave of intense pain came from his abdomen.

Frowning, he began recalling what had happened the day before.

They had been ambushed yesterday. Although his special ability to sense danger had put them on guard, the enemy had still been in the shadows while they were exposed.

On top of that, it had been nighttime. As soon as the two sides clashed, they suffered a minor setback.

In the battle that followed, once they organized a counterattack, the enemy was no match for them at all. They could only retreat step by step, using the city's arrangements to keep them at bay.

After that, he had accidentally triggered one of the enemy's traps. Although he reacted immediately and dodged, he was still caught in the blast. He only remembered his vision going black before he passed out.

Zhou Ning lowered his head and looked at his abdomen. The clothes covering his stomach were dark red, and the blood that had flowed out had already dried.

A sharp piece of metal was still lodged in his stomach.

Clutching the wound in his abdomen, Zhou Ning slowly stood up. Then, gritting his teeth against the pain, he left the ruins.

At last, he found a place and slowly lowered himself to the ground, using the wall for support.

The movement of sitting down inevitably tugged at the wound in his abdomen, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

"Riiip!!"

He tore open the clothes over his stomach. The wound was a bloody mess and had already begun to fester. It was filthy beyond belief, and it had probably become infected by now.

He had no idea how long he had been unconscious. The fact that he could still wake up could only mean that he was not meant to die yet.

Even so, if he did not treat the wound and prevent it from worsening, he would probably be meeting the King of Hell before long.

So now, he could only save himself.

"Hiss~"

After tearing off some cloth, rolling it into a ball, and stuffing it into his mouth, Zhou Ning gripped the metal shard in his stomach and slowly pulled it out. The unbearable pain made him want to pass out right then and there.

The instant the metal shard came free, blood mixed with pus sprayed out.

Seeing this, he hurriedly removed the cloth from his mouth and quickly bandaged the wound.

Once everything was done, he lay completely drained on the ground, not wanting to move at all.

He lay quietly on the ground, staring at the blazing sun overhead and the black smoke drifting through the sky.

Ten minutes later.

After resting for a while and recovering some strength, Zhou Ning finally crawled to his feet. He glanced at the smoke-filled city around him and slowly headed outside. He had to find his unit.

He did not know how his teammates were doing, but whether alive or dead, he had to find them.

He picked up a wooden stick along the way to use as a crutch and slowly made his way out. Corpses were scattered throughout the city, but thankfully, he had not yet seen the bodies of any of his companions.

That meant they had won yesterday's battle. Only after winning would they have had time to collect their companions' bodies. Otherwise, the enemy would never have been kind enough to bury them for them.

Just then, he saw a severed arm in a ruin. It still bore the distinctive Cloud Pattern of the Yanhuang Empire's uniform.

Zhou Ning hurried over and picked up the arm. At a glance, he recognized it as belonging to one of his soldiers.

Then he looked at the rubble beneath his feet and began frantically digging. Before long, the wound in his abdomen started bleeding again.

A few minutes later, he saw the person buried beneath the ruins. That familiar face had clearly been dead for quite some time.

After digging the man out, Zhou Ning carried him on his back and prepared to find a place to bury him properly and erect a grave marker.

Although he knew that doing this in his current condition was practically suicide, he still wanted to do it. He did not want his soldier to die without even a decent grave.

When he reached the outskirts of the city, he immediately saw a row of crude earthen graves.

In front of the mounds stood wooden tablets carved with names. As Zhou Ning looked at those names, he felt his heart tremble.

An hour later, after burying the man he had carried on his back, he was about to leave when he heard the sounds of battle coming from the distance.

He could not help but freeze.

Then he hurried toward the direction from which the sounds had come.

Although he still did not know what was happening there, he had to go. The people fighting might be his comrades, after all.

It was unlikely, but he could not afford to abandon hope.

When he arrived, he spotted the battle taking place in the distance. Those people were not the ones he had been looking for, but judging from their clothing, they were on his side.

The Alliance's Third Region base.

At that moment, the headquarters was filled with staff members rushing about in a frantic bustle.

Every now and then, furious shouting could be heard from inside the rooms.

Lorgio Imwei, the highest-ranking commander of the region, angrily hung up the phone. He was practically beside himself with rage.

He had never expected the logistics department to run into trouble at such a critical moment. It was utterly absurd.

Now that supplies from the rear could not be transported over, Lorgio was so furious that he wanted to run to the rear himself and hack all those noble lords to death.

Those people were truly incapable of accomplishing anything, yet more than capable of ruining everything.

They were doing nothing but dragging everyone else down.

Looking at the furious Lorgio, the adjutant beside him could not help showing a trace of sorrow in his eyes. A hint of despair also rose in his heart.

The Alliance had already been at a disadvantage. Now their own people were holding them back as well. What, then, was the point of fighting for their lives here?

Were they doing it just to protect those noble lords in the rear?

Lost in thought, the more he considered it, the more confused he became.

"Those nobles never cared about us at all. It would be bad enough if they held us back in ordinary times, but now, at this critical moment, they still—"

"Exactly. Without supplies, how are we supposed to fight from here on? Do they expect us to fight with our fists?

"And without food, we can't exactly go fight the enemy on empty stomachs, can we?"

"Those bastards spend their days eating, drinking, and enjoying themselves in the rear, and now they're holding us back too. I really want to kill every last one of them."

"What are we supposed to do next? Without further supplies, we won't last long.

"Besides, the counteroffensive has already been decided. One disruption will affect everything.

"If our problem causes the counteroffensive plan to fail, we'll be nailed to the wall of shame for good."

This part of the story would pass as quickly as possible. It was simply too easy for it to touch on prohibited content.