Within several hundred meters of where Chen Shouyi stood, a huge bowl-shaped depression had formed, resembling a meteor crater. Villages several kilometers away had been flattened by the shockwave, and even buildings more than ten kilometers away had suffered varying degrees of damage. As far as the eye could see, the land was utterly ravaged.
Chen Shouyi brought the two little ones along and walked slowly down the shattered road.
A gust of wind swept past, stirring up a cloud of dust.
The road was utterly silent, without a single passerby. The crimson light of the rising sun shone warmly over him. A relaxed smile rested on his face as he enjoyed the tranquility of having survived the calamity.
A military vehicle came speeding from the distance. It soon stopped beside him, and several officers climbed out.
"Chief Chen!"
"Chief Chen!"
Facing the officers' reverent and admiring gazes, Chen Shouyi waved his hand and continued forward.
Chief Chen clearly did not wish to be disturbed. The officers exchanged glances, their faces filled with helplessness. None of them dared rashly approach and ask about the state of the war, so they could only let him be.
When he reached the urban district, soldiers could be seen scattered throughout the streets in groups of two or three.
Some wore blank expressions, some looked uneasy and suspicious, and some excitedly asked around for news. The power grid had been completely destroyed by the thunderstorm earlier, and communications had been cut off. Clearly, they still had no idea what had happened.
Chen Shouyi saw a young-looking soldier squatting in a corner, clutching a rifle and sobbing uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down his face.
In the face of such a war, ordinary people truly had nothing but despair.
He saw no civilians. They were