The intermittent singing in the wilderness was like an ethereal mist in the morning.
The ten off-road vehicles drove on their respective routes of no return. What these soldiers wanted was not to earn individual glory, but to fight for an opportunity for their other comrades to live.
All of the soldiers, including Zhang Yuge, were determined to die. From the moment they set off, they only wanted to give hope to their other comrades.
This was the honor of the Qing Consortium's troops.
The 40-odd strongholds in the Southwest were still in a peaceful state. The blood Luo Lan spilled when he killed those people had already been wiped clean. It was as though nothing had happened at all.
