The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

During the conversation, the sound of gunfire inside and outside the city continued. The artillery on the city wall did not stop to attack the demon army outside the city in a large range. The demon army also continued to attack the sun's defense shield.

The sound of gunfire shook the sky, and the roaring explosion made the whole sun never set without a moment's peace.

The Allied troops resting in the city should take time to rest. The sound of gunfire in their ears reminds them that the war is not over.

Thirsty, take a water bag to close one or two, hungry, casually tuck some food, sleepy, sit on the ground and lean against the wall for a while, their body and mind have been exhausted to the extreme, most people have physical exhaustion, magic box fighting spirit is almost exhausted, they have never felt so tired.

But they did not dare to sleep too much, they did not take off their uniforms, did not put down their weapons, they sleep shallow, but the heart is always on guard.

The next wave of fighting may start at any time. They can't sleep too much.

Tired soldiers go to sleep quietly. Busy logistics personnel carefully lighten their hands and feet. In the sound of gunfire, their footsteps can hardly be heard. However, they subconsciously lighten their footsteps, afraid of disturbing these tired soldiers.

Their soldiers, for their safety, fought in the blood outside the city and got a short rest, but they could not find a soft bed for a good sleep.

For those who can't fight, their hearts are full of guilt and heartache when they watch the soldiers who fall asleep in the sun and receive them by the pavilion.

They prayed silently that the time for the next battle could come later, so that the soldiers could have a rest.

In the underground city, there is a pungent smell of blood everywhere. The groans of pain reverberate in the city. The busy figures of the logistics personnel are constantly shuttling. The ground is full of blood stained bandages. The empty medicine bottles are piled up in the corner.

On the ground is the battle field of Shura. The underground city is indeed a hell of nostrils. Death is happening at any time. Many wounded people who are carried down from the battle field are suffering. Many wounded people die silently because of their heavy injuries. Under the cover of the resurrection array, they wake up quickly. The newly resurrected body is full of energy under the power of the undead. They rise quietly and will be more energetic The more rest position gave way to the more needed comrades, and they silently went to the logistics personnel and followed them to take care of the wounded.

Maybe it's the effect of the resurrection array of the dead. The sadness of death doesn't spread in the city of the sun. Watching the brothers who just lost their breath stand up as the dead again, the soldiers' hearts are more joyful than sad.

The differences between different races have long disappeared here. They fight with the undead, demons and Warcraft. No matter whether their brothers are humans or undead, they will always be brothers in arms who share weal and woe with life and death. As long as their brothers are still alive, they are the greatest boon to them.

The resurrected soldiers took over the work of the pharmacists, who were called back by Ye Qing.

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

They can only concentrate on creating more potions in the shortest time.