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"If things become unmanageable, a temporary retreat may be undertaken."

"Wait for me to return and reclaim the lost territory of Luodian."

Just then.

A voice rang in everyone's ears.

It didn't come from the communicator.

It didn't come from a loudspeaker.

From—

heaven.

From—

in all directions.

Sounded.

That sound transcended time and space.

It penetrated the smoke of gunpowder.

It pierced through fear.

It touched the hearts of everyone.

It carries a reassuring power.

With a kind of—

A power that makes you want to cry.

"Bian Yun—!!!"

The angel was the first to react.

She jumped up without caring about her image.

Head tilted back.

Looking at that sky.

As if trying to grasp something.

But in the end, they only managed to capture light and air.

But the angel knew that it was Bian Yun.

That is--

The person they've been waiting for.

"It's Bian Yun's voice!"

Fu Hao also shouted.

Her eyes reddened.

But she didn't cry.

He just tilted his head back.

Listen to that voice.

The embroiderer sat inside the Qilin 182 tank.

The corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

"Frontline captain," she said softly, "finally, I've heard from you."

An anvil poked its head out of the tank.

"Bian Yun—!!!" he roared, "You finally bastard said something—!!!"

The person who broke down the door also shouted:

"Bian Yun—!!!"

"We're waiting for you—!!!"

On the battlefield, those soldiers who had seen Bian Yun before cheered.

Although they didn't know how the sound came from.

Although they didn't know where Bian Yun was.

But they knew—

He's still here.

He was still watching them.

He was still thinking about them.

He's still here—

Waiting for them.

just like--

They were waiting for him.

Just as the exhilarating voice faded, the embroiderer looked at the jubilant crowd, and the Qilin Tank 102 slowly turned, heading towards the Chinese position.

The embroiderer leaned out of the tank.

At that moment, everyone was looking at her.

She turned around.

Facing the soldiers on those Chinese positions.

Facing those soldiers from the Seventh Company.

Facing the remnants of the Ninth Platoon.

Facing each and every one of them—

The person watching her.

Her voice was very loud.

Every word resounded like a thunderclap:

"The wingman has given the order—"

"If we are truly unable to resist the Third Division—"

"In future generations, the Qilin Tank will serve as a defensive line—"

"Cover your retreat from Luodian North."

She paused:

"There's no need to hold out so desperately."

Chen Dashan was stunned, and said in a broken voice:

"Retreat?" he murmured, "Retreat...?"

Then, he frowned and asked loudly:

"And what about you?"

The embroiderer looked at him.

Looking at the confusion in his single eye.

Looking at that face covered in blood, I saw deep worry.

Her voice was very calm:

"We will be at the forefront."

She paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately:

"And we'll be fine."

Chen Dashan opened his mouth.

What do you want to say?

I want to refute this.

I wanted to say, "You're human too, how could you be alright?"

I wanted to say, "We'll die together, we'll retreat together."

I want to say—

But the embroiderer interrupted him.

"Company Commander Chen," she said.

Then, she looked at Li Dajiang:

"Squad Leader Li."

She then looked at the soldiers:

"And the soldiers."

Her gaze swept over everyone.

Scanning every face.

"A soldier's duty is to obey orders."

Her voice carried a kind of incoherent yet firm tone.

"This is an order from the wingman."

"We must obey."

She paused:

Please don't put me in a difficult position.

These words silenced Chen Dashan.

He looked at the embroiderer.

Look at this woman.

This is the female soldier who just destroyed six tanks with a single shot.

This woman came from the future.

this--

The woman who went through life and death with them.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

I want to refute this.

What do you want to say?

But I can't put it into words.

The embroiderer looked at him.

Looking at his struggling face.

She smiled.

That smile was so warm.

"And—" she said.

"We must trust Bian Yun."

Even if we lose Luodian North—

"When he comes back, he will definitely take us with him—"

"Take it back."

This sentence is like a ray of light.

It illuminated the darkness in Chen Dashan's heart.

He froze for a moment.

Then he smiled.

"Yes," he said. "I believe him."

"Just as I believe in you."

Li Dajiang also smiled.

He raised the tiger-headed broadsword.

"Trust Bian Yun," he shouted.

"Even if we lose the Luodian North Front."

"We will definitely take it back!"