Shell Girl was pitiful.
She was crying so hard she could barely catch her breath, like a left-behind child about to be separated from her parents. She clutched his pant leg tightly, refusing to let him go.
Chen Shouyi felt a pang of pity, but in the end, he couldn't take her with him.
On a battlefield where nuclear explosions were going off everywhere, even he couldn't guarantee his own safety, let alone protect her.
But looking at this desolate wilderness, he realized he'd been a little hasty back then.
Such a little thing, cooped up alone in a tiny cave every day—one could imagine how frightened she must have felt.
He soared into the sky and flew swiftly toward the command center.
The command center was more than three hundred kilometers away. At his current flying speed, it would take no more than half an hour.
Inside the command center, a hundred meters underground in the rear.
Everything was hectic and busy; even people walking were practically running.
When they heard that Chen Shouyi had returned, the political commissar of the Combat Military Region hurried over.
"Chief Chen, did something happen?"
"Nothing. I came back to take care of a few trivial matters," Chen Shouyi said as he walked.
The political commissar relaxed at his words.
The Country of Radiance still hadn't restored its electricity, much less its telephone lines. Overall, its technology remained around the level of the period before and during the First World War. Intelligence was relayed back and forth by helicopter, with a delay of half a day:
"That's good, that's good!"
As for Chief Chen, who was at the front line, returning to the command center whenever he pleased—a clear violation of military orders—
he didn't bring it up at all.
He didn't even