"Are you okay?!"
After taking care of those heavily armored Taotie, Hua Mulan caught Qi Lin as she jumped down from the high-rise.
"A-Qian... You're A-Qian, aren't you?"
Cradled in Hua Mulan's arms, Qi Lin sensed something unfamiliar about her—a feeling that was both familiar and strange.
For the moment, she could not determine who this woman was. Her voice was too pleasant, almost seductive.
"You could say that."
With several quick leaps, Hua Mulan delivered Qi Lin to a safe area. This high-rise stood at the center of Huaxia's fire network. Ordinary Taotie could not break through it, so Qi Lin could fight freely.
"Hello, I'm Cheng Guodong, captain of the Wolf Fang Special Operations Detachment under the Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade of the Southern Theater Command. Thank you both for your help in holding back several squads of heavily armored Taotie."
As they landed, several well-equipped soldiers in camouflage uniforms approached them.
They knew Xiong Bing Lian well. After all, Xiong Bing Lian had spent a full week training at Wolf Fang.
"So it's you, Instructor Cheng."
Seeing a familiar face, Qi Lin took the initiative to greet him.
"Qi Lin, so it was you. I heard the report over the comms earlier and thought I'd misheard."
Seeing an acquaintance, Cheng Guodong became much friendlier.
Their squad of more than a dozen people had been moving through the area in concealment, searching for and evacuating survivors while also looking for weapons dropped by slain Taotie.
And honestly, although Taotie weapons were difficult to operate, their destructive power was more than sufficient.
They had lost five men, and with the artillery support from behind them, they had desperately managed to retrieve a Taotie sniper weapon.
What if they had no weapons? The enemy did. Even if they were