"Time's almost up."
"Let's move out."
Ramu Jue pushed down the joystick, and the squadron of to-be-decommissioned Four Heavenly Kings' fighter jets surged down the runway, steering towards the sky.
...
"I often hear people say that the three major powers are unshakable even in the harshest winter. But the quality of your supplies isn't all that great."
On the wind-bitten wasteland, Li Yan, wearing only a thin black fleece vest, rested his right elbow on the table, casually tossing aside an empty beer can as he spoke.
The man sitting opposite him was bulky, wearing a sergeant's cap.
Their wrists locked together, both their feet dug into the hard frozen ground as they tensed their bodies with all their might. They were surrounded by a group of Black Star soldiers, whispering to each other with wide, round eyes.
