The cemetery was vast, with most of the fallen soldiers buried here. A large gravestone stood prominently at the entrance of the cemetery.

As they moved further in, they passed several small buildings where the cemetery guards lived. These guards had been captured and confined in one of the buildings. They were bound and gagged, unable to call for help.

Before Rafael and his team began their rescue mission, they had prepared supplies of food and water. The reason for this was mainly due to the anticipation that Septimus would be tortured. After all, the Sandorians had suffered a great defeat, so they would seek vengeance. Assuming Septimus would have severe injuries, they would not be able to travel immediately.

However, Rafael and his team hadn't anticipated that there would be so many injured, so the amount of supplies they had prepared was insufficient.

When they returned, Dylan was already tending to Law's wounds.

Rafael set Thomas down. Without pausing to take a breath, Rafael handed the medicinal supplies and bandages to Everett and Jacob. "Treat the wounded first."

Thomas had been injured on his back and had staggered for a while. But by the time they reached the cemetery, he had already lost consciousness.

Rafael crushed the pills and gave them to Thomas with water, then tore open the back of his shirt. A gaping wound extended from his shoulder blade to his waist, nearly exposing the bone.

Fortunately, they had performed acupressure to stop the bleeding in time. Otherwise, Thomas would have bled to death. However, keeping the acupressure points closed for too long could also cause damage. Rafael hoped the damage would not be too severe. After attending to the wounds, Rafael looked at the group of men before him. Besides Thomas, he didn't recognize any of them. Lawrence was still unconscious from severe torture, and Rafael scrutinized him for a long time but still could not determine his identity. Thomas was barely able to hold himself up, but he raised his hand. "Thomas Farrell, reporting in!"

After a moment of stunned silence, everyone began to report in.

"Felix Quinton reporting in!"

"Joshua Cooper reporting in!"

"Benson Cooper reporting in!"

Prince reporting in!" "Wilfred Prince reporting in!" "Tobias Jensen reporting in!" "Homer

"Bruce Stone reporting in!"

so long sliding down his cheeks. After a while, he managed to regain his composure and said, "On behalf of the Sinclair Army, welcome back to the

them were alive. No one could know how deeply moved Rafael felt

ten men covered their

through their fingers. They didn't dare to cry out loud. The Sinclair Army- they would never forget they

declare themselves

came from

tightly onto the hand that Lawrence struggled to raise. He couldn't lift it high

his

The

couldn't pry it

his

was more swollen than the right, but the right

out. The injuries from the torture were heart-wrenching. Dylan wept as he

Burns, whipping, fingernail

and steel

through his

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