In the silent, empty void of space, a wave of spatial fluctuations rippled through the darkness. A moment later, a spaceship suddenly appeared in the void.
Inside the spaceship, Su Ming removed the mecha he was wearing and let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Then he looked to the side and froze.
Besides Warren, there were actually other surviving soldiers from Temporary Army No. 32.
Not counting Su Ming and Warren, there were seven survivors aboard the spaceship.
Apparently, after the explosion, these soldiers had been lucky enough to survive, and Warren had rescued them as well.
What surprised him was that one of them was an old acquaintance—Locke!
He was the one who had once asked Su Ming to modify his battle-ax.
However... the other members of Locke's squad, including the captain, had already died in the attack, perishing in the sea of flames.
At that moment, everyone looked at one another, then revealed bitter smiles.
How could they not realize by now that the Empire had abandoned them...
Worse still... if the Empire learned of their whereabouts, what awaited them would not be rescue, but another attack.
"Talk about rotten luck. I can't believe we ran into something like this..."
One of the soldiers said with a bitter smile.
Locke shook his head. "That's the norm for soldiers in interstellar society. Right now, we need to think about where to go..."
After he finished speaking, everyone instinctively turned their gazes toward Su Ming.
On the entire spaceship, Su Ming was the one who had saved them, and he was also the strongest fighter there.
Thus, everyone had instinctively begun treating Su Ming as their leader.
Su Ming pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "I haven't really left the Empire before, so I don't know much