She still wanted to stand, she still aspired to become an elite Red Cloak who gallops across battlefields, yet, everything transformed into illusions when ruthlessly swept by the mecha-bird. Sheng Qiangwei was too exhausted. Surrendering to fatigue that spread across her body, she slowly closed her eyes.
Three others also fell in the rain of bullets: an old soldier and two trainees holding automatic rifles. The mecha-bird turned into a pile of scrap metal in an instant under Angelina's laser attack.
1 second, 10 seconds, 30 seconds... The silent plain could no longer hear any sound. The ambush seemed like a mysterious game played between God and man. The sound of hurried footsteps of the on-duty soldiers crunching through the snow echoed in the wind, mingling with the blood-stained field of crimson...
