The difficult night finally passed. When the morning sun came, the night watchman heaved a sigh of relief.
After a round of counting, they lost a few more people at night. The most terrifying thing was that their ammunition was basically exhausted. If they encountered mutated beasts next, they could only rely on hand-to-hand combat.
The sky was clear and dotted with stars.
Inside the fort, Song Shi walked out and casually drank a tube of nutrient fluid. His throat moved slightly, and a rather strange taste filled his mouth.
His gaze condensed and crossed the wilderness to look in the direction of the base city through the morning fog.
The faint sound of artillery fire made him sigh. He retracted his gaze and observed his surroundings, feeling powerless.
"It's been more than a month. Including what I experienced previously, it's equivalent to me staying in this illusion for a long time."
