Can we make it back alive, bro? Harper asked Barry, who was walking beside him.
Harper and Barry had volunteered to join the squad, both of them being refugees who had fled from the lower hive to the upper hive.
Originally, when they watched in despair as their children were on the verge of dying from illness, it was the Rogue Trader's medic who saved their children, and later, when they were about to starve with no food left, it was the merciful Rogue Trader who gave them rations that could sustain their lives.
If it were still back when Lord Ludwig was the Rogue Trader, would he ever care about people like them from the lower hive?
To repay the kindness of the Rogue Trader, they chose to join the military.
It had to be said that after enduring so much suffering, even things Gao Yi considered insignificant—or even duties he ought to do—were perceived by these people as supreme graces.
When Gao Yi offered high rewards to recruit volunteers to enter the lower hive, they joined without hesitation. Everyone among this hundred was a volunteer, not only to repay the kindness, but also for the reward promised by the Rogue Trader.
It was the promise that could allow their children to enter the Loyalist Academy; they did not want their children to continue staying in the lower hive.
The squad advanced toward the lower hive in combat formation. Compared to the lower hive, the upper hive was a different world, and the lower hive and the bottom hive were also worlds apart.
If the lower hive still resembled human society, then the bottom hive was an absolute scrap heap and hell.
From the upper and lower hives, countless trash and industrial waste were all dumped down here.
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