Chapter 2707 This Is Not Despair

During the conversation, the sound of gunfire inside and outside the city where the sun never sets continued, and the artillery on the city wall did not stop for a moment to launch a large-scale attack on the demon army outside the city, and the demon army was also constantly attacking the defensive shield that never set.

The sound of artillery fire was loud, and the roaring explosions made it difficult for the whole day to get a moment of peace.

The Union soldiers 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.

Thirsty, take a bite or two with a water bag, hungry, stuff something to eat, sleepy, sit on the ground and lean against the wall for a while, their body and mind are exhausted to the extreme, most of them are exhausted, The magic box's vindictive energy was almost exhausted, and they had never felt so tired as they are now.

But they didn't dare to sleep too hard, they didn't take off their military uniforms, they didn't put down their weapons, they fell asleep lightly, but their hearts were always on guard.

The next wave of battles may start at any time, they can't sleep too much.

The tired soldiers fell asleep quietly, and the busy logistics staff carefully lowered their hands and feet. Amidst the sound of artillery fire, their footsteps were barely audible, but they still subconsciously lowered their footsteps, fearing that they would bring trouble to these tired soldiers. Come to interrupt.

For their safety, their soldiers fought bloody battles outside the city and got a short rest, but they couldn't find a soft bed for a good night's sleep.

For those who cannot participate in the battle, seeing the soldiers who fell asleep next to the pavilions in the Sun Never Sets, their hearts are full of guilt and distress.

They silently prayed that the next wave of battles could come later, so that the soldiers could rest for a while longer.

Inside the dungeon, there was a pungent smell of blood everywhere, painful groans reverberated in the city, the busy figures of the logistics staff kept shuttling, blood-stained bandages were all over the floor, and used up medicine bottles were piled up in the corners.

On the ground is the Asura battlefield, and the dungeon is indeed Abi Hell. Deaths can happen at any time. Many wounded who were carried off from the battlefield are struggling in pain. Many wounded died silently because of their heavy injuries. Under the shroud of the sky, they woke up quickly. Their newly revived bodies were full of energy under the power of the undead. They quietly got up and gave more resting positions to comrades who needed more. They silently walked to the support staff. Follow them to take care of the wounded.

Perhaps it was 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 passed away stood up again in the appearance of undead, the soldiers felt more joy than sorrow in their hearts.

The differences between races have long 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-in-arms brothers who share life and death. It is the greatest favor.

The resurrected soldiers took over the work of the pharmacists, and the pharmacists were called back to the Pharmacists Guild by Ye Qing.

During the war, the huge consumption of potions has reached a terrible figure. They don't know how long this battle will last and how long the potions they hoard can last.

They can only concentrate their strength to create more potions in the shortest possible time.