Shi Tie Zhu returned to the hospital room.
In the lonely hospital room, Shi Tie Zhu sat in a daze. His burly body was slightly stooped, showing traces of age.
In the end, he had not agreed to retire from the military, and his first conversation with Sister Mengmeng had ended on bad terms. But deep in his heart, a chill had already begun to spread.
He understood the implication behind Sister Mengmeng's words—East Wind Company would not be rebuilt.
What had he been stubbornly holding on in the company for all this time for? For the day East Wind Company would be rebuilt.
Why had he trained his younger brothers so harshly that they suffered beyond endurance? He had been cultivating recruits for East Wind Company.
That even included today's operation.
Beyond the reckless charge and brutal slaughter, he had actually been exploring a new path and new tactics for Orbital Assault.
He had been trying to prove that he was still capable, that Orbital Assault was still capable, and that East Wind Company was still worth rebuilding.
But now, his heart had gone cold.
In fact, as early as when Liu Zhihao had driven to pick him up, he had already felt a vague unease.
Though he had displayed great Kamui today, his success was fundamentally impossible to replicate. The more brilliant his achievements, the more they proved how outdated mortal Orbital Assault had become.
Technology was advancing, military methods were progressing. Orbital Assault had been a Hanging Sword in the early days of the space age, but once the true space age arrived, it had become ill-suited to the times.
Just as people no longer needed someone to throw their body over a gunport or blow up a pillbox. Those heroic figures could only be written into