Tian Xingjian sighed deeply. He recognized this person. A few hours ago, in front of the base gate, under the white spotlight, he saw that honest and ingratiating face, the base guard, Gazalin Empire Lieutenant Ali, in his thirties.
That face has now turned pale, without anger or sorrow, just numbness. A deep numbness to the bone. Tian Xingjian knew Ali had no way out; he had reached a dead end. When he gave them passage earlier, it was already predestined that he would not survive past today. This was his final attack, a soldier's attack on the enemy responsible for his death.
"Surrender, Lieutenant, you can choose to live on," a Special Reconnaissance Soldier couldn't help but shout.
The shooting did not stop. Ali maintained his previous posture, the robotic soldier steps, standard advancing shots.