Gao Yuan could already hear some sounds.
They were somewhat like a buzzing noise, but soon, he could make out that the sounds were akin to a deep, rumbling roar.
"Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle..."
Someone was shouting loudly as they ran past; orders had to be relayed by people now.
From afar, cries and wails could already be heard, those of the survivors.
For those survivors who did not yet realize that they had seen hope, perhaps they were the luckier ones. Those in despair feel no joy, and going from despair to even deeper despair is just despair after all.
Those who had seen hope felt joy, they had expectations, but now they should be worried about dying before dawn. Their sense of loss was as intense as falling from heaven to Hell.
Just like what Gao Yuan was feeling now.
As an ammo carrier, Gao Yuan picked up a belt of ammunition and silently walked over to the anti-aircraft machine gun.
