"This is the situation."
Ren Feifan's eyes revealed a trace of seriousness as he swiftly opened his classified file.
The file contained a series of photographs.
Ren Feifan saw an iceberg, numerous corpses, people in various unusual outfits.
He also saw fire, violent waves, death, indifference.
Countless things were displayed in these photographs.
Afterwards, Ren Feifan also saw images of corpses. It was clear that these bodies belonged to the people of Huaxia, their chests adorned with countless shining medals under the sunlight.
They were also draped in a red flag.
A flaming national flag.
Honor.
Pride.
Ren Feifan could see the pride of being a Huaxian on their faces!
But why was the death of this group of people so tragic?
Not a single corpse was untouched. Many parts of their bodies had been ruthlessly scorched, or pierced with giant bloody holes.
Therefore, looking at these photos made Ren Feifan feel somewhat oppressed.