The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady
Chapter 2707: This Isn’t Despair (1)

During the conversation, the gunfire inside and outside The Rising Sun City was relentless. The artillery on the city walls carried out a wide range of continuous attacks on the devil army outside the city. This devil army also continued to attack The Rising Sun City's defensive shield.

The sound of gunfire was deafening and the roar of explosions deprived the entire Rising Sun City of even a moment's peace.

The alliance troops that retreated into the city took this time to rest, but the shots ringing in their ears reminded them all the while that the war was not over yet.

When thirsty, they drank a water bag or two; when hungry, they stuffed some food in their mouths; when sleepy, they sat on the ground and leaned against the wall to take a nap. Their bodies and minds were worn out to the extreme. Most of them were physically and mentally exhausted. The magic and dou qi within their bodies was almost completely drained, and they had never felt as tired as they did now.

However, they did not dare to sleep too much. They did not take off their uniforms nor lay down their weapons. They slept lightly, their minds always on guard.

The next wave of fighting might start at any moment. They could not indulge themselves in sleep.

Tired soldiers went to sleep quietly, and the busy logistics personnel mindfully did their work. Through the sound of gunfire, their footsteps were already barely audible, but they still subconsciously lightened their steps for fear of bringing a hint of disturbance to these nigh-dead soldiers.

For their safety, these soldiers who had fought hard outside the city finally got a short rest, but they could not find a soft bed and have a good sleep.

For those who could not take part in the battle, their hearts were filled with guilt and heartache as they watched the soldiers who had fallen asleep next to the pavilions of The Rising Sun City.

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

The underground city was filled with the pungent scent of blood everywhere. Groans of pain reverberated here. The busy figures of logistics personnel kept shuttling back and forth. Blood-stained bandages were all over the ground, and used-up potion bottles were piled up in the corner.

Above ground was a hellish battlefield, while the underground city was like the deepest level of hell. Death came at all times. Many of the wounded who were carried down from the battlefield were struggling painfully. A lot even died silently because of their injuries. But under the support of the resurrection array, they soon woke up and their newly resurrected body was full of energy due to the power of the undead. They quietly got up and gave more space for their comrades who needed more rest while they followed the logistics personnel to help take care of the wounded.

Perhaps it was the effect of the resurrection array, but the sorrow of death did not spread in The Rising Sun City. The soldiers' hearts were more joyful than sad as they watched their brothers, who had just lost their breath, stand up again with the appearance of the undead.

The difference between races had long vanished here. They had been fighting side by side with the undead, demons, and magical beasts. Whether their brothers were human or undead, they would always be comrades in life and death, in trials and tribulations. As long as their brothers were alive, that was the greatest grace to them.

The resurrected soldiers took over the work of the Pharmacists, who were reconvened by Ye Qing to the Pharmacist Union.

In the war, the huge consumption of potions had reached a terrible figure. They didn’t know how long the battle would carry on, nor how long the potions they had hoarded would last.

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