Time Travel: Ancient Martial Arts Chronicles

After the battle, the battlefield was filled with the pungent smell of blood. The setting sun cast a shadow over the scattered corpses, illuminating a scene of tragic and tragic grandeur. Although the family members were immersed in the joy of victory, each face was filled with exhaustion, as if every ounce of strength in their bodies had been drained by the fierce battle.

Ye Wuhen stood quietly in the center of the battlefield, gazing at the appalling devastation. A heavy stone weighed down his heart, a mixture of emotions. Every fallen figure, enemy or clan member, was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart. He knew full well that this victory was won with the blood, sweat, and even the lives of his clan members; the price was truly heavy. "This is all my fault. If I had been stronger, more prepared, perhaps there wouldn't have been so many casualties." He silently blamed himself, a flicker of pain and regret in his eyes.

At this moment, his primary task was to deal with post-war affairs and help his family recover from the trauma of war as quickly as possible. However, his steps seemed heavy, and with every step, he seemed to hear the cries of his deceased family members.

The medical team was busy shuttling back and forth on the battlefield, carrying the wounded carefully, their expressions tense and solemn. Some of the wounded had hideous wounds, with blood constantly oozing out, staining the bandages red; some were unconscious due to excessive use of spiritual power, their faces as pale as paper. The nurses gently comforted the wounded, with a tremor in their voices and distress in their eyes: "Hold on, we will treat you right away, you will get better." Inside the medical tent, the doctors performed various healing spells and medical skills, with beads of sweat on their foreheads, as they raced against time to snatch life from the god of death. Ye Wuhen watched all this, his heart full of worry, "We must save them all, they are the hope of the family, the strength we cannot lose."

The tribesmen who were clearing the battlefield were silently carrying the corpses, whether they were enemies or their own, with a kind of respect. Every deceased tribesman was gently placed on a stretcher, their faces shrouded in death, as if they were just asleep. An old man murmured to himself while carrying the corpses: "Children, you are all heroes of the family, have a safe journey." Ye Wuhen walked over and gently patted the old man's shoulder. His throat seemed to be choked by something, and it took him a long time to speak: "They are all for the family, we cannot forget their sacrifice." They did not desecrate the corpses of the enemies, because he knew that every life has its value, even the enemy is just a victim of this cruel war. In his heart, he had an additional disgust for the war, "War brings only death and pain, when will it really end?"

The family's buildings suffered varying degrees of damage during the war. The city walls collapsed in many places, and the once solid bricks and stones were scattered all over the ground like broken teeth; some houses were also reduced to ruins, with broken walls swaying in the wind, as if telling of the ruthlessness of war. The restoration craftsmen acted quickly, carrying tools and materials, and began to assess the losses and formulate a restoration plan. The young craftsmen climbed up the city wall and skillfully cleaned up the rubble, while the old craftsmen instructed them with a focused look: "We need to rebuild the bricks here, and make them more solid, so that the enemy can no longer break through easily." Ye Wuhen looked at the dilapidated city walls and houses, and a sense of mission surged in his heart, "We must rebuild our home and make the family an indestructible fortress again. This is the best comfort for our deceased members."

Within the family, the shortage of supplies once again became prominent. A large amount of supplies were consumed in the war, and the reserve warehouses became empty. The material preparation team had to set out again and look for resources everywhere. They traveled through the surrounding towns and villages, bargaining with merchants, trying to exchange limited property for more supplies. A purchasing member of the family looked at the few remaining properties and frowned: "We have to use them sparingly. Every supply is hard-earned." Ye Wuhen frowned, thinking about the source of supplies, "Supplies are the basis for the survival of the family. We can't let everyone go hungry and without weapons. We have to find a way to expand the ways to obtain supplies. We can't be so passive anymore."

At the same time, Ye Wuhen realized that this battle had exposed some weaknesses in the family's defense and combat systems. He called a meeting of the family's wise men and elites to discuss improvements. The atmosphere in the meeting room was solemn, as everyone gathered around a table covered with battle records and analysis drawings.

A wise man spoke first: "When facing the monsters' charge, our defense was too focused on the front, leaving gaps on the sides and rear. We need to adjust our defensive formation next time." The others nodded, and an elite warrior added: "We need to work more closely together, especially when dealing with the enemy's magical attacks. We need to have a specific strategy." Ye Wuhen listened carefully to everyone's speech, occasionally jotting down key points on paper. He raised his head, his gaze firm, and said: "This meeting is very important. We must pay attention to the issues raised. We must learn lessons from this battle, improve our system, and make our family even stronger." In his heart, he secretly vowed, "I will ensure that our family will never suffer such harm again. We must be fully prepared to meet the challenges of the future."

With the combined efforts of the family members, day by day, the family gradually showed signs of recovery. The wounded gradually recovered with meticulous care, returning to the training grounds, their eyes gleaming with the fire of revenge and protection for their family. The city walls, painstakingly repaired by the craftsmen, became stronger than before, the newly laid bricks and stones gleaming with hope in the sunlight. Supplies gradually accumulated, and the warehouses once again felt full.

Ye Wuhen watched his family gradually recover and his heart was filled with hope. He knew that his family was like a tree that had experienced the baptism of a storm. Although its branches and leaves were damaged, its roots were still solid.

(End of this chapter) Note: This story is purely fictional. Any similarity is purely coincidental.