"The Japanese are coming! Let the first batch go!"
"The Japanese are coming! Let the first batch go!"
Orders came down one after another. Chen Dali muttered under his breath, "Why let the first batch go..."
I quickly stopped him from continuing, and frowned slightly: Chen Dali was too straightforward; he would blurt out whatever he was thinking. Didn't he even check the time? Was this the time to ask questions?
The atmosphere quickly became tense. The soldiers all held their rifles, staring intently at the darkness outside the window, not daring to breathe.
I knelt on the ground and looked out through the crosshairs at the street. Under the dim streetlights, there was nothing but raindrops and trash blown by the wind, but there was a chilling atmosphere in the air, like a heavy stone
