Yao Yuan was extremely tired. After all, he hadn’t rested since not this latest combat but the one before it. He had stolen some shut-eye here and there, but those were barely enough to keep him fully alert and awake.
The exhaustion piled on to a stage where he couldn’t take it much longer.
But take it he must. After he disembarked from the combat jet and entered the Hope, he crossed path with soldiers that also were returning from the temporary base. He didn’t stop them to ask for an update but allowed them to continue on to their residences or the canteen. He only requested them to send for their battalion commanders.
"…In other words, more than 200 soldiers died?" Yao Yuan sighed. Suppressing the burgeoning sadness in his heart, he continued, "What about others? Major Wong and the Black Star Troopers?"
