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Chapter 386 Only by living can you see the scenery you want to see! ~(Please vote with monthly tickets!~)

"what?!"

"Only ten minutes?!"

"This is not enough!"

Upon hearing this, the group of reporters at the edge of the square erupted in an uproar.

Everyone's face was filled with disbelief and bewildered surprise.

They've seen far too many pre-departure press ceremonies.

Federation forces, Great Wall rotating troops, and even some large mercenary groups.

Before setting off, the media are notified one or two days in advance, or even longer, to arrange the process and prepare press releases.

They might even rehearse several times to ensure the footage is exciting, inspiring, and uplifting enough.

What reporters often need to do is simply ask some trivial questions with pre-prepared answers, as requested by the organizers.

Take photos and videos from specific angles and in specific poses.

Then, together they wrote a news report filled with unwavering confidence in victory before setting off.

And what about this time?
The notification from the City of Dawn came extremely hastily, almost right before the departure time, when reporters were finally allowed in.

There was no prior communication, no schedule, and no performance coordination whatsoever.

Although the reporters had some reservations, they expressed their understanding.

After all, it was Dawn, and after all, it was Fang Qingyu's army. Their style of doing things had always been like this: unconventional and efficiency-first.

Everyone was thinking to themselves that they must think carefully when the interview started.

Ask truly valuable questions.

After all, this is a war concerning the Arctic front, a war of life and death between humanity and the demons.

Even a small piece of information can affect the confidence of countless people behind the scenes.

It's always better to be cautious.

They never expected this.
It's one thing if we didn't discuss it beforehand or cooperate in advance.

As a result, Wei Banmeng made a direct announcement at this point.

Only 10 minutes remained for the interview.

At this point, all the reporters couldn't sit still any longer.

"Captain Wei! Captain Wei!"

The male reporter who was closest to the camera, wearing thick glasses, was the first to shout out almost reflexively.

"How is Captain Fang doing lately? Has he personally led the troops into battle? How is his health?!"

This is the question that everyone cares about most deep down; Fang Qingyu is the soul of Dawn.

It is currently the most dazzling flag of the human race in the Arctic.

His condition is directly related to the success or failure of this expedition.

His question was like lighting a fuse.

"Captain Wei, Dawn's deployment this time is so high, almost all of it, that the whole world is overjoyed and full of praise. Captain Wei, what's your opinion? Could you say a few words of encouragement on behalf of Dawn to the people who are eagerly waiting back home?"

A female reporter, dressed in a red windbreaker and looking quite capable, immediately followed, speaking very quickly.

She tried to get Wei Banmeng to say some official statements.

This is the safest and most likely content to be used for press releases.

"Captain Wei! All the Federation forces have set out from yesterday to this morning! At what point will the Dawn Army join forces with the Federation forces, or will they operate independently?!"

A gray-haired, experienced-looking veteran reporter calmly asked the question.

An attempt to clarify key information at the strategic level.

"Captain Wei! Is Captain Fang the only Tier 4 combatant in Dawn Break right now, or have other new Tier 4 combatants joined?!"

A young reporter wearing a baseball cap shouted urgently.

This relates to the assessment of the Dawnbreaker's top-tier power, and is one of the core indicators for measuring its battlefield influence.

"..."

The questions came like a flood bursting its banks, surging forth in an instant.

Almost completely disordered.

A dense mass of arms shot up, shouts rising and falling in waves.

After asking a question several times without being answered by Wei Banmeng, the questioner thought that perhaps his voice wasn't loud enough and Captain Wei hadn't heard him.

So he roared even louder, trying to drown out the voices of his fellow travelers.
Wei Banmeng's brows furrowed imperceptibly.

A clear hint of helplessness flashed in his cool eyes.

What kind of questions are these?

Aoko's physical condition, personal strength level, and the trump card power of Dawn.
Are these confidential matters for you to ask about?
Can we really talk about the details of the joint operation and strategic deployment in front of so many cameras?
As for those who demand pretty words and grand ceremonies...
She felt a surge of irritation welling up inside her.

As expected, Aoko refused to do it. I don't know if she's tired or not.

But it's definitely a tough job.

Amidst a cacophony of shrill noise, Wei Banmeng's gaze slowly darkened.

She didn't speak, but simply turned her neck slightly.

His gaze slowly swept over the faces of every excited reporter below the stage.

Just by being swept over by that gaze, the loudest reporters stopped shouting abruptly.

The chaotic ripples subsided at an astonishing speed.

"Um, Captain Wei, will our Dawn Breakers have a departure ceremony?"

In the midst of this suffocating silence, a clear female voice, tinged with obvious tension yet attempting to remain calm, cautiously rang out.

A slender, fair arm.

He held it high in a place that wasn't particularly noticeable in the crowd.

It was Hua Jing.

Today she was wearing a well-fitting dark blue winter coat, with a vest printed with the Arctic Front News Agency logo over it, a press pass around her neck, and a furry earmuff hat on her head.

He tried his best to present himself as a typical war correspondent.

However, the instant Wei Banmeng's icy gaze, so cold it seemed almost tangible, focused on her.
Hua Jing felt a chill run from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head.

In that instant, she felt as if she had returned to her childhood.

The bone-deep fear of facing the ferocious, charging demon for the first time.

All of this was simply because Wei Banmeng had just turned around to look at her.

When a person has experienced countless brutal life-or-death battles.

He has personally slain countless formidable enemies.

They had long since honed their fear into a fighting instinct.

At the same time, he holds a high position.

Such a person, no matter how much they usually conceal their brilliance.

The occasional hint of displeasure in his eyes was far beyond what a first-tier cultivator could tolerate.

Hua Jing's face instantly lost all color, and her raised arm became stiff.

but.

Wei Banmeng's gaze lingered on Hua Jing's face for less than half a second.

She recognized the girl.

Chu Kuanglan's little girlfriend, whom he always talked about and treated like a precious gem.

Although it was unclear how she had suddenly transformed into a war correspondent and infiltrated this event, Wei Banmeng's gaze softened visibly.

Wei Banmeng shifted her gaze away from Hua Jing.

He turned back to the silent reporters, his voice regaining its previous calm.

It even carried a hint of casualness:

"This wasn't originally there."

Her words sent a chill down the spines of all the reporters.

As expected, it's still Dawn's style—extremely pragmatic, disdainful of such formalities.

But Wei Banmeng's next words stunned everyone.

“But everyone seems to think we should have it,” her gaze seemed to casually sweep over Hua Jing’s pale, tense face again, and the corners of her mouth twitched almost imperceptibly upwards, “Then let’s have it.”

The moment the words fell.

hum-

A tremor suddenly came from beneath everyone's feet.

The entire square seemed to come alive.

The reporters instinctively looked down and saw that the dark gray metal floor beneath their feet had been illuminated by intricate silver-blue patterns.

These patterns spread at an alarming speed, like a lit fuse.

In an instant, more than 80 percent of the square's surface was covered.

They were completely covered by this dazzling, flowing silver-blue light.

Immediately after
Rumbling--

The reporters were horrified to discover that the area of ​​the plaza in front of them, which was covered by a silver-blue light, was sinking as a whole.

So everyone immediately picked up their equipment and filmed the scene.

Meanwhile, some people clung tightly to the equipment in their hands.

He frantically aimed the camera at the top of his head.

Because an even more shocking scene is unfolding.

Behind them stood the pure white city lord's mansion, which resembled a giant sword piercing the starry sky.

At its base, an unimaginable burst of dazzling starlight is erupting.

The starlight, like a rushing galaxy, surged upwards wildly along the patterns engraved on the surface of the city lord's mansion.

From the base to the body of the tower.

Then, we went to the top of the tower, which was as sharp as a spear.

The light converged at the top of the tower.
finally.

boom--

A dazzling starlight shot fiercely into the sky from the top of the city lord's mansion.

It instantly pierced through the swirling, flowing starry sky that enveloped the City of Dawn.

But the starlight did not stop there.

Instead, it headed straight for the leaden clouds in the sky.

Where the starlight passed, the clouds were violently dispersed.

A passage burning with a blazing white light was forcibly carved out.

At the end of the passage, the long-awaited sunlight returned.
The first rays of dawn broke through the gloom and poured down without reservation along the path opened by starlight.

At this moment, the City of Dawn truly lives up to its name!

"Dawn! It's dawn!"

"My God! Sunshine! I see sunshine!"

"Dawn! This is dawn!"

The reporters went completely crazy.

They looked up, their faces filled with shock and indescribable emotion.

Many people even forgot about their devices, simply staring blankly at the pouring golden sunlight, feeling the long-lost, faintly warm light shining on them.

Some journalists came from cities in the Arctic hinterland and were already used to the gray skies.

They were even so moved that tears welled up in their eyes.

This sudden sight caused everyone to gasp in surprise.

But it's not over yet.

While the reporters were still reeling from the shock of dawn breaking.

The sunken plaza platform beneath our feet has come to a steady stop.

And it rose again.

On those platforms enveloped in starlight
What rose up was nothing other than that.

Instead, they were a dark mass of silent warriors, as imposing as mountains.

The first batch of soldiers appeared in the square.

Even with their backs to everyone.

You can still feel the menacing aura emanating from them.

And then immediately following the first batch.

It's the second, third, and fourth batches.
In the end, even the reporters didn't know exactly how many platforms had brought people on board.

All that is known is that the once empty, huge square is now packed with people.

They were all wearing the same dark blue combat uniforms.

The reporters finally got to see the long-awaited footage of the troop deployment ceremony.
This is also the first time since the formation of Dawn that it has appeared in front of the outside world in such a complete war posture without reservation.

It presents a war aesthetic that is completely different from the departure ceremonies of the Federation's various armies.

There were no impassioned oaths, no uniform shouts.

There was only silence, only a solemnity as heavy as a mountain.

"Hua Jing. Hua Jing?!"

Hua Jing's best friend, A Lin, was also dressed as a reporter at this moment.

The lively girl with a ponytail called out twice.

Hua Jing finally turned her head to look at her, looking bewildered.

She then pointed with delight to the silent yet magnificent torrent of steel in the center of the square.

"Look, look! That's so cool! That's a real warrior!"

Upon hearing this, Hua Jing turned her head away.

Their gazes, however, were firmly drawn to the front of the square, as if by a magnet.

On that figure suspended in mid-air.

Chu Kuanglan's massive, mountain-like body hovered several meters above the ground, with no support beneath his feet, relying solely on his immense blood and qi to lift him up.

His specially made heavy combat suit was open, revealing his bulging, steel-like muscles and the bandages wrapped around his body.

He leaned on the enormous, exaggeratedly large door-shaped sword with both hands, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground.

Sunlight shone on his angular, resolute face and onto his short, needle-like hair.

He was now scanning the dark, boundless array below with piercing eyes.

His eyes were filled with scrutinizing pride, and a hint of barely perceptible bewilderment.
He didn't actually expect this to happen so suddenly.
There was originally no planned departure ceremony.

We'll do the interview and then head straight out.

Even a surprise attack from half-dream is unacceptable!
Chu Kuanglan mentally cursed.

But his face remained as taut as an iron plate, striving to maintain the dignity of one of the main generals.

His appearance was like lighting a fuse.

The eyes of more than 30,000 soldiers below instantly focused on him.

"Yes, got it."

Hua Jing responded softly, her voice barely audible.

Two blushes crept onto her cheeks as she gazed intently at the god-like figure in the air, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

Worry, pride, love, and a touch of bittersweetness at the impending separation.

Complex emotions swirled and churned within her.

A large part of the reason she chose to become a war correspondent.

I just want to be closer to him.

I want to witness his heroic fighting spirit firsthand, even if it's dangerous.

Seeing this, Arlene, with an almost resigned attitude, leaned close to Hua Jing's ear and whispered in a tone that seemed to persuade someone to "convert": "If you ask me, you should just marry him, really. Why be a war correspondent and go to the battlefield? Isn't it better to stay with such a powerful man than to risk your life on the icy plains?"

The voice hasn't fallen
The sound of footsteps was uniform and heavy, like muffled thunder.

The sound suddenly reverberated throughout the entire sunken plaza.

That wasn't the roar of a vehicle starting up, nor the clanging of swords being drawn.

That sound was the first step taken by 30,000 fully armed Dawn Warriors at the same moment.

The sounds of tens of thousands of combat boots pounding heavily on the alloy floor blended together.

Like the heartbeat of a giant, it struck the hearts of every bystander.

The uniform starlight-colored combat uniforms shimmered faintly in the dawn light, and hundreds of neatly marching columns, like a torrent forged of steel, began to move slowly.

They turned around in unison, starting from the direction their backs were to the reporter's entrance.

Soldiers lined up
Stars surged.

If it weren't for the fact that their weapons and hairstyles were not standardized, they would have been able to achieve a uniformity.

This team is composed of volunteers from the city of injustice.

Now, looking at their discipline and efficiency.

They are now nearly on par with the Federation's most elite regular army.

Moreover, at present, this Dawn Army is undoubtedly still the number one force in the entire human camp, with the strongest average individual combat strength, the richest combat experience, and the wildest fighting spirit.

This unit was composed of core members brought from the City of Injustice and volunteers who joined later.

A total of 30,000 people.

They were all battle-hardened Tier 2 elites.

The reporters finally got the footage of the troop deployment ceremony they had been waiting for.

But the aura emanating from the army before them was completely different from the heroic and tragic federal army they had imagined.

Normally, when the various armies of the Federation set out to kill the Ghosts.

Those seeing them off might think that the Ghost of Fate was a vicious and terrifying enemy, but the expressions on the soldiers' faces often carried a sense of determination, courage, and a mission to protect their homeland.

It inspires respect and hope.

And those who bring dawn—that's the impression they give to the reporters on the scene.

It may be even more ferocious and terrifying than those hideous ghosts.

They didn't need to deliberately show their determination and courage, because just by standing there and moving forward silently, they exuded an aura that threatened to kill anyone who stood in their way.

There was no fear in their eyes.

There was only a thirst for battle and indifference to the enemy.

They were Fang Qingyu's soldiers.

It is the courage to build a city right under the nose of fate, and to take the initiative to break through the darkness and usher in the dawn.

"Keng——!"

A sharp, piercing clang of metal suddenly exploded.

Chu Kuanglan suddenly drew his greatsword.

The heavy blade flashed a blindingly cold light in the sunlight.

He took a deep breath, his chest bulging like a bellows, his bulging muscles instantly bulging.

The next moment, a roar as loud as a thunderclap burst forth from the depths of his throat.

In an instant, it overwhelmed the footsteps of 30,000 people, echoing throughout the entire square.

It even pierced through the Dawn Passage above, echoing across the City of Dawn.

"Set sail—"

boom--

Heavy footsteps, like muffled thunder, suddenly rang out.

Everyone strode forward with a roar, heading towards the gate passage ahead.

A silent procession, stepping on the flowing starlight beneath their feet, greets the dawn breaking through the gloom.

They rushed toward the open passage without hesitation.

Go!

Thus, the army of Dawn City numbered a full thirty thousand.

It was a few minutes ahead of schedule.

They embarked on their journey.

About half an hour later.

The reporters, carrying their cameras and microphones, followed closely behind the main group.

We filmed and documented the journey all the way to the hundred-meter-high gate of the City of Dawn.

Outside the gate.

It is a gray-white ice field.

At this moment, on the huge open space that had been temporarily leveled at the city gate.

Countless rugged and menacing armored all-terrain vehicles have already assembled here, ready to go.

They were not used to carry people, but were fully loaded with mountains of war supplies.

The vehicles formed an endless line, their engines roaring, ready to depart at any moment.

The reporters seized this last precious opportunity and frantically pressed the shutter.

The footage captured the army stepping out of the city gates and meeting up with the logistics convoy.

Only when the last glimpse of the main force and the logistics convoy completely disappeared into the gray-white horizon formed by the vast snow and undulating ice hills did these reporters, still reluctant to leave, put away their equipment.

Filled with awe and rich material.

They turned and returned to the city.

The City of Dawn prepared lunch for these journalists who had traveled from afar.

As we walked back, we continued on our way.

The atmosphere gradually relaxed from the shock of setting off.

Suddenly, a young reporter wearing thick glasses, who looked somewhat bookish, slapped his thigh and let out a heart-wrenching wail:
"Wait a minute, folks! We've suffered a huge loss!"

The sudden cry drew everyone's attention.

"What's wrong, Xiao Wang?"

A senior reporter standing nearby asked.

The young reporter pointed to his watch with a frustrated expression, then pointed in the direction of the city lord's mansion: "Captain Wei just said it herself, we have ten minutes for questions, ten minutes!"

"And the result?! From Captain Wei announcing that questions could be asked, to the female reporter asking if there was a ceremony, to Captain Wei's answer, then the starlight soaring into the sky, dawn breaking, the square sinking, the army appearing, and Captain Chu shouting 'Let's go!' The whole process, added up, didn't even last two minutes?"

He looked around at his colleagues with a pained expression: "We prepared so many questions! So much crucial information we wanted to uncover! And all we got was one question: Was there a departure ceremony? Then the ceremony started, and the interview was over?! What happened to the remaining seven minutes?!"

These words were like a sudden awakening!

The surrounding reporters were taken aback at first.

Immediately, their faces showed expressions of sudden realization followed by regret and self-reproach.

"Holy crap! Yeah! Ten minutes! What happened to the promised ten minutes?!"

"I was so focused on the ceremony that I forgot about this!"

"What a huge loss! What a huge loss! More than seven minutes! That's enough time to ask so many crucial questions!"

"Captain Wei, did she do it on purpose? Using a ceremony to take up all our time?"

"Definitely! The people of Dawn are too cunning! Fang Qingyu is cunning, and Wei Banmeng is cunning too!"

"My exclusive interview! My in-depth report! All gone!"

"..."

For a time, the road from the city gate to the canteen was filled with the frustrated voices of reporters.

The excitement from the awe-inspiring departure ceremony was quickly overshadowed by the frustration caused by the losses.

The City of Dawn is indeed full of surprises.

The cafeteria at noon.

The crowd was full of people.

The air was filled with the aroma of food and the lively discussions of reporters.

After a morning of shock, chaos, and eventual frustration, being able to sit down and enjoy a hot meal is a relief for everyone.

Hua Jing and A Lin sat at a table by the window.

A simple meal was laid out in front of them.

Hua Jing poked at the steak on her plate with her fork, her eyes wandering as if she were thinking about the figure on the distant ice plains.

"So, war correspondents don't actually travel with the troops, is that right?"

Hua Jing finally couldn't hold back any longer and whispered to a middle-aged female reporter at the same table who looked experienced and had a calm demeanor, asking for advice.

This senior colleague wore a nameplate from the Federal Central News Agency around his neck.

Her name is Chen Lan.

Chen Lan had just taken a sip of hot soup when she heard this. She put down her spoon, smiled gently, and said, "Let's see who it is!"

Her gaze swept over the young and inquisitive faces of Hua Jing and A Lin.

"If you can break through to the third level and gain the ability to fly, and at the same time become a top-notch war correspondent deeply trusted by the military, then congratulations. At any time, you can go to any battlefield to conduct in-depth interviews without anyone stopping you. The military will even provide you with the necessary convenience and protection. The real battlefield always needs real sounds and images."

She paused, looking at Hua Jing: "For example, our eagle-eyed senior Zhang Ze, he is a third-order wind-elemental god cultist, able to ride the wind and appear and disappear unpredictably. His battlefield reports are often faster and more accurate than the military's intelligence, making him a true uncrowned king."

"Mm." Hua Jing nodded understandingly, a hint of longing flashing in her eyes, but mostly helplessness.

She knew the meaning of the third order.
That was a huge watershed on the path to the extraordinary.

Those who can break through to the third level are one in ten thousand, and each one is an outstanding individual who possesses talent, resources, willpower, and opportunity.

Few people like that would choose the career path of a war correspondent.

Even her ability to come this time was only achieved through persistent pleading and persuasion, along with Chu Kuanglan's guarantee, barely securing her a spot as an intern war correspondent.

"And what about us? When will newcomers like me and Arlene be able to actually go to the front lines, instead of just being able to take photos of the departure ceremony in the city like we are today?"

Hua Jing pressed for an answer, her tone tinged with urgency.

She wanted to be closer to him, to truly see what he looked like on the battlefield.

Chen Lan made a gesture of looking around, indicating to all the reporters in the cafeteria: "Not only you, but actually we so-called veteran reporters are all the same."

She put down her cutlery, and her expression became more serious.

"We must wait until the ring battlefield is cleared and a relatively stable rear passage and supply points are established. Otherwise, venturing into the ice field rashly is no different from suicide."

"A ring road?" Arlene interjected curiously, her face full of confusion. "The Arctic is so big, are there ring roads? I've only ever heard of the Great Wall."

"Yes, there is." Chen Lan nodded affirmatively.

As he spoke, he took out a folded map from his interview bag.

Carefully spread it out on the table.

This is a strategic map of the Arctic battlefield specially made by the Federal Military.

The map was only a rough sketch.

Because of the special colors and contour lines.

The entire vast Arctic landscape looks somewhat like the head of a person wearing a hood.

Chen Lan's slender fingers precisely touched the lower center of the portrait.

There, a scarlet pentagram symbol occupied the space!

"This place," Chen Lan's voice carried a hint of solemnity, "is the base camp of the Fate Demons in the Arctic, the location of their highest command center, the location of the Bone Royal Court."

Then, her fingers didn't stop.

Move along the dark red line on the map.

This red line, following the outline of the hood's lower edge, meanders and traces an irregular circle.

“And here.” Chen Lan’s finger pressed heavily on the scarlet circular line.

"It is the ring line, which is the front line where our human alliance and the army of the dead have been fighting and killing each other repeatedly. It is a death ring line that connects countless main battlefields and secondary battlefields, separating the Bone Kingdom and its core control area from the relatively safe area on the outskirts of the Arctic."

"The Dawn City's target this time is the Frostbone Fjord battlefield."

Chen Lan's finger moved along the scarlet ring, eventually stopping at a node marked with crossed swords.

"Right here, a key support point in the northwestern section of the loop. Captain Fang and his team are going to fight their way through the ice field to support that area, or even fight their way through to push the loop forward."

Chen Lan put away the map and looked at Hua Jing and A Lin, who seemed thoughtful and a little worried: "So, be patient, girls."

"When the sharp blade of dawn tears through the defenses of the Ghost of Fate, when the ring battlefield becomes relatively safe under the feet of our warriors, that will be the moment when we, the recorders, truly set foot on that icy plain."

"Before that, hone your skills."

"Only by living can you see the scenery you want to see."

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