Chapter 37 The original chapter 36 was blocked, so I modified it and reposted it here, hoping it won't be blocked

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

Time passed by little by little, and no one knew how much time had passed. In a collapsed ruin in the southwest of Wata City, a scarred hand stretched out, and then a figure struggled to crawl out of the ruins.

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

Frowning, he began to recall what happened yesterday.

They were ambushed yesterday. Although his special sense of crisis made them alert, the enemy was still in the dark and they were in the light.

In addition, it was dark at the time, so they suffered a small loss as soon as the two sides fought.

In the subsequent battles, after they organized a counterattack, the enemy was no match for them and they could only retreat step by step. They used the arrangements in the city to deal with them.

Then, he accidentally triggered the opponent's trap. Although he reacted immediately and dodged, he was still affected. He felt a black screen in front of his eyes and passed out.

Zhou Ning looked down at his abdomen and saw that the clothes on his stomach were dark red and the blood that had flowed out had already coagulated.

At the same time, a sharp piece of iron was inserted into the belly.

Covering the wound on his abdomen, Zhou Ning slowly stood up, then endured the pain and left the ruins.

Finally, I found a place and slowly sat down on the ground, holding on to the wall.

The movement of sitting down inevitably affected the wound on his abdomen, which caused him to sweat profusely in pain.

"Tear!!"

I tore off the clothes on his belly and looked at the bloody wound, which had already started to mix with pus and was extremely dirty. I guess it had been infected by now.

He didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but now he was able to wake up, which only meant that he was not destined to die.

But even so, if he doesn't treat his wounds and prevent further deterioration, then it won't be long before he meets the King of Hell.

So, now he can only save himself.

"Sigh~"

After tearing off the clothes, rolling them into a ball and stuffing them into his mouth, Zhou Ning pinched the iron sheet on his stomach with his hands and pulled it out little by little. The pain was so severe that he wanted to fall asleep.

The moment the iron sheet was pulled out, a stream of blood mixed with pus spurted out.

Seeing this, he quickly took out the clothes that had been torn from his mouth and quickly bandaged it.

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

Lying quietly on the ground, looking 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 full of smoke, and slowly walked outside to find his team.

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

Zhou Ning picked up a wooden stick on the road to use as a crutch and walked out little by little. On the road, he could see corpses scattered in the city. Fortunately, he had not seen the bodies of his companions.

This shows that they won the battle yesterday. Only if they won 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 time, he saw a broken arm in the ruins, with the cloud pattern unique to the costumes of the Yanhuang Empire on it.

Seeing this, Zhou Ning hurried over and picked up the arm. He recognized at a glance that it was the arm of one of his soldiers.

Then he looked at the ruins below his feet and began to dig frantically. Suddenly, the wound in his abdomen began to bleed.

A few minutes later, looking at the person buried under the rubble, that familiar face, had been 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 bury him again and erect a monument.

Although he knew that in his current condition, doing so would be simply seeking death, he still wanted to do it. He didn't want his soldiers to be left without even a decent grave after their death.

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

In front of these mounds of earth, there were wooden tablets carved out of wood. Looking at the names on them, Zhou Ning felt his heart trembling.

An hour later, after he had buried the men behind him, he was about to leave when he heard the sound of fighting in the distance.

Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment.

Then he quickly walked towards the direction where the sound came from.

Although he doesn't know what is happening over there yet, he still wants to go. After all, maybe the people fighting over there are his comrades.

Although it is unlikely, hope cannot be lost.

When he arrived there, he noticed the battle taking place there from afar. Although the people were not the ones he was looking for, judging from their clothes, they were his own people.

Alliance, third area station.

At this time, everyone in the headquarters was dressed in uniform and was in a hurry, looking very busy.

From time to time, you can hear angry shouts from someone in the room.

The highest commander of the area, Lorgio Imwe, hung up the phone angrily, and was almost going crazy.

He didn't expect that at this critical moment, logistics would go wrong. It was outrageous.

Now the supplies from the rear cannot be transported over. After knowing this, Lorgio was so angry that he wanted to run to the rear and kill all the noble lords with a knife.

The truth is that those people are simply incapable of accomplishing anything, and are more likely to cause trouble than accomplishing anything.

It's totally holding them back.

Looking at the angry Lorgio, the deputy beside him couldn't help but have a trace of sadness in his eyes, and a trace of despair in his heart.

After all, the alliance was already in a weak position, and now it is holding its own people back. So what is the point of all these people fighting so hard here?

Could it be just to protect the noble lords in the rear?

He was thinking about things, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he felt.

"Those nobles don't take us seriously at all. They usually hold us back, but now they are hurting us at this critical moment..."

"Yeah, without supplies, how are we supposed to fight? Are we supposed to fight with our fists?

Besides, we have no food. We can’t go to fight the enemy on an empty stomach.”

"Those bastards usually eat, drink and have fun in the rear, and now they are dragging us down. I really want to kill them all."

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

Moreover, the counterattack this time has been decided, and any move will have a ripple effect.

If something goes wrong on our side and the counterattack plan goes wrong, we will really be put on the wall of shame."

　This plot will pass as soon as possible, it is too easy to involve prohibited content

　　
　
(End of this chapter)