diskusbooks Chapter 520 [Empire] It's easy to say
Chapter 520 [Empire] It's easy to say
The moment I stepped out of the warehouse, the cold wind slapped my face like an invisible hand, the biting chill nearly freezing my features. The night was deep, with only the distant lights, like faint stars, flickering with light.
We walked along the dilapidated streets toward the designated gathering point. Along the way, the street vendors had long since closed their stalls, abandoned items piled in front of the dilapidated shops, and the air was thick with the smell of rusted metal. Occasionally, we'd see soldiers in uniforms walking briskly, their faces expressionless and their steps hurried, as if each step was imbued with a sense of boundless purpose.
I know tonight's mission won't be easy. The military has assigned us to support the frontline cleanup, perhaps leading to another unavoidable fierce battle. Whether it's combat plants or Zerg attacks, every conflict on this planet is physically and mentally exhausting.
Qianmo didn't seem to notice anything unusual. He walked beside me at a steady pace, as usual, occasionally tilting his head to glance at me. His gaze contained no inquiry, no emotional fluctuations, as if he had long been accustomed to everything and was no longer shaken by anything.
I turned my head and asked in a low voice: "Aren't you tired?"
Qianmo didn't answer immediately. He frowned slightly, as if thinking. "I'm quite tired." He paused and said softly, "But it's the mission that's not tiring."
I nodded. Indeed, it's the body that tires, not just the body. Every battle, even every mission, is a strain on the soul. Yet, even so, we must keep going. Just like now, we're about to face a battle that could completely change everything, and we have no right to refuse.
I said nothing along the way. We walked in silence, only the sound of our footsteps echoing through the empty streets. From time to time, a car would speed by, stirring up a gust of dust. The streets of this planet were too quiet, like a forgotten corner, buried in the shadow of war.
I don't know how long I walked, but in the distance, I saw a crowd gathering ahead. Students from other classes were also arriving, all wearing the signature uniforms of the logistics class. Nearby, several military transport vehicles sat quietly, their bodies worn and worn, looking as if they'd been through countless battles.
Qianmo and I walked to the end of the group, silently awaiting the commander's instructions. There was no noise or discussion within the group. Everyone seemed to be silenced by the situation, each believing only that the mission was complete.
Soon after, the commander stood before us, his face expressionless and his eyes cold. "Everyone, get in the vehicles immediately. We need support on the front lines. We're heading to the defenses surrounding the battle plant nest. Be prepared for any emergency."
I nodded and walked with Qianmo to a transport vehicle. The vehicle was already filled with the other team members, and the air was thick with the lingering smell of sweat and tension. Everyone's eyes held a fighting resolve. No one seemed to have given death much thought, their only thought being: to return alive.
The carriage door closed, and with the roar of the engine, our journey began again.
I leaned against the wall of the carriage, and Qianmo sat across from me, staring out quietly, occasionally turning back to glance at me. His gaze remained clear, unwavering, as if the world's indifference and cruelty had long been absorbed by him, becoming a part of his life.
"Aren't you afraid?" I couldn't help but ask.
Qianmo's eyes flickered, as if he was considering my question. "Even if you're afraid, you have to do it." He said it easily, but that sentence made my heart tighten.
The car fell silent again, leaving only the roar of the engine and the sound of the wheels rolling through the desolate streets. It was as if we had been thrown into this endless war, destined to have no way back.
The night is still deep.