Seven days later, noon, Yacheng Garrison Base. Traffic bustled everywhere.
Fully loaded trucks roared down the dirt road one after another, kicking up clouds of dust before vanishing beyond the horizon. Meanwhile, enormous airships took off and landed at the vast airfield.
Savage shadows snaked across the ground, sweeping over Ji Jue and following the airships into the distance.
"Whoa, what a huge operation."
Ji Jue clicked his tongue in amazement. Carrying a case, he presented his identification and passed through the verification checkpoint before the gates.
Beyond it, numerous large vehicles that had yet to be prepared stood in line across the immense plaza, waiting to be loaded. Soldiers assembled in full gear atop off-road vehicles wore sunglasses and smoked as they commented on the scene before them.
This Hai Zhou Garrison Commander really seemed determined to make something happen.
Settle everything in one decisive battle?
It sounded imposing enough, but in reality? The difficulty was anything but ordinary.
The Quancheng disaster had affected all of Haizhou for decades.
Before Quancheng fell, it had been the heart of Haizhou—its unofficial provincial capital. Tide City had been nothing back then. Yet after the sinkhole disaster struck Quancheng, all of Haizhou had seemed to have its spine snapped, unable to recover for years. Just when shipping and trade had finally allowed it to raise its head again, the Flame Tide Disaster hit. Its fate truly had been fraught with hardship.
For all these years, the pollution from the underground caverns had never ceased. It was not as though nobody had wanted to deal with the Quancheng crisis and eliminate the threat once and for all, but every attempt had ended with much fanfare and little result. There had never been a sufficiently powerful leader, while the major and minor cities squabbled