The wind howled past his ears.
In a daze, Gu Ji struggled to open his eyes, subconsciously pushing away the heavy object beside him. When he reached out, the warmth from his fingertips startled him.
It was a corpse.
To be precise, it was the body of a white soldier in gray-green uniform.
He lifted his head, the gray smoke of gunpowder shrouded the entire city. Faintly visible in the distance were green hills, fighter jets circling in the sky, artillery interwoven above creating fiery blossoms.
The European-style buildings were already riddled with bullet holes, burning tank wreckage, scattered guns, smoking shell casings, along with ghastly severed limbs and piles of bodies.
"It's a Hans Army soldier..."
