The enemy troops have already appeared on the horizon.
If it were a clear day and both sides were on the same altitude line, then their appearance on the horizon would mean there's only… five kilometers between us.
This distance for the Mechanized Infantry is almost a blink away.
Nearly six hours have passed since the battle started.
The sky is faintly bright—originally a symbol of hope at dawn—now delivering bad news to Qing Chen…
Surrounded, a lone struggle.
Qing Chen muttered to Boss He on his back: "Boss He, looks like we're gonna be brothers in hardship. I was just planning in my mind to carve out a cemetery for you on Whale Island, so you could watch the development of Kyushu, Kunlun, and the Time Traveler's Academy—the prosperity as you wished. Now it seems, it'll be as we both wish…"
