Li Wei tilted her head back toward the sky and took a moment to compose herself before continuing.
"At the time, a sergeant named Wang Qiang stopped me and said that there were no Martial Artists left in his company. He asked if I could come over and lend them a hand."
She recalled the past, her voice ethereal and distant. "Do you know how an army without accompanying Martial Artists fights a war?"
As she spoke, she swept her gaze over everyone.
She watched them grow alarmed and wary, watched them retreat step by step, watched them look left and right.
She suddenly realized that they might not have heard a word she said.
But she still answered herself, "Let me tell you this: once a Abyssal Monster enters the trenches, if there are no Martial Artists, the soldiers have to charge forward with explosives in their arms."
She thought back to the night she had first arrived in the Western Frontier, when she had gone to the Third Battalion's position next door to "pick up some experience." She had personally witnessed a young soldier perish alongside a second-order "Sea Urchin."
With a thunderous boom, scarlet and pitch-black light erupted. She had not even had time to rescue him...
Li Wei suddenly realized she no longer needed to force down the corners of her mouth.
Because at that moment, even if she smiled, it would look worse than crying.
Respect!
Respect!
Respect!
As the barrage flooded the screen, Li Wei exhaled a long breath of stale air and patted her cheeks.
Yet when she spoke again, her voice was still somewhat hoarse.
"It was an army so desperately short of Martial Artists that it had to forcibly recruit able-bodied men... To hold the defensive line, they charged