The evening sea breeze was exceptionally refreshing, and occasionally a fish would leap out of the water. Black smoke was constantly rising from the shore, and from a good distance away one could smell the delicious scent of grilled fish.
Feng Yi was quite proficient in grilling meat, but he felt that his situation had progressively gotten worse. Initially, he was chatting with Old Li inside the transport shuttle and discussing strategies with his many comrades. But in just a few months, everyone had either gone or scattered. He was left fighting alone - well, at least he still had five comrades, albeit they weren't exactly what he would consider comrades.
He often wondered if he was a spokesperson for misfortune. Many of his brothers had died during the transit on the shuttle, more troops perished after returning to the Armoured Infantry Division. After two days of chaotic battle, he felt that he couldn't make any difference and decided to withdraw to Stan City.
