Instead, it stopped at the edge of the mist.
Beyond the fog could be a smooth track, or a cliff, below which was an endless abyss.
Would the Federation, which had just gained twelve active Ace Mech warriors, once again return to the edge of the curse?
And that includes Ji Xinghe.
A few days ago, there were tens of thousands of people on the B72 Highlands, hoping for Ji Xinghe to leave the battlefield early to see his granddaughter, so that the sixty-six-year-old man would no longer need to fight for the Federation and mankind. They agreed to Han Li's request.
"For those who have sacrificed, for all who are sacrificing, gentleman, let us encourage each other."
"Just like Colonel Ji Xinghe."
And now…
"Stop the fucking nonsense, just tell me, is Colonel Ji Xinghe alright?"
A civilized staff officer suddenly cried out in desperation.