Over the next half week, the United Government's conscription programs in various border cities were in full swing, as new soldiers headed for the battlefield had completed their first round of basic training. They were spirited, all enveloped in the anticipation of a victorious return.
Despite many dissatisfactions with the United Government, their military might was unquestionable.
It was a contradictory psychology.
Dissatisfied with the exploitative policies instituted by the United Government, yet in the face of war, there was an unparalleled sense of identification and pride for their country.
That evening, Lu Xiang finished her department's work as usual.
With the front-line situation unclear, it was foreseeable that they would not be able to return to Sector Seventeen for a long time, and she needed to arrange the next month's work, or even longer, in advance.
Upon entering, the scent of the meal in the living room immediately wafted over.
