The intermittent singing in the wilderness was like an ethereal mist in the morning.
The ten off-road vehicles drove on their respective routes of no return. What these soldiers wanted was not to earn individual glory, but to fight for an opportunity for their other comrades to live.
All of the soldiers, including Greg, were determined to die. From the moment they set off, they only wanted to give hope to their other comrades. This was the honor of the Panaqua Consortium’s troops.
The 40-odd strongholds in the Southwest were still in a peaceful state. The blood Daniel spilled when he killed those people had already been wiped clean. It was as though nothing had happened at all.
The stronghold residents used Daniel’s killings as their after-dinner banter, and everyone was guessing why he had suddenly killed those people. They privately fabricated many stories that were openly and secretly discussed. Those stories were embellished further and further as they spread, but no one felt that the incident had anything to do with themselves. After all, the struggle in the superstructure had nothing to do with ordinary folks like them. Therefore, they did not know the real war had actually started somewhere they could not see.
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