Yet, even in those dark days, a ray of light still shone in the hearts of the people. Those brave resistance fighters, fearless of danger and powerful enemies, fought for their homes and their beliefs. With their flesh and blood, they built a Great Wall of Steel, defending the dignity and honor of this land. Si Feifei spoke up at the perfect moment: "So, this warship must be the one Aning lost in the Northeast."

Seeing everyone's confusion, she explained, "I also heard by chance that when the Northeast Base began its relocation at the end of the world, it suffered an organized and premeditated devastating attack. Via the Sea of Japan, they silently massacred over 40,000 people from the entire base. At the same time, the fleet's flagship was lost. This is such a cruel fact that it makes people wonder: What has happened to this world? The security and stability we once believed in seem so fragile under the impact of the end of the world.

At that moment, the more than 40,000 people at the Northeast Base might still be asleep, busy, or laughing. But suddenly, the shadow of death loomed over them. Those once familiar faces, kind voices, and warm smiles instantly vanished into endless darkness.

When Xiao Yi heard the news, his heart ached. He had served in the Northeast base, where his comrades, friends, and relatives lived. Now, they might be gone, or struggling. Such a tragedy filled his heart with pain and helplessness.

When everyone heard Si Feifei's words, their faces suddenly changed, anger and grief intertwined. They hadn't just heard about this, but had known about it for a long time, but were unwilling to face it or admit it.

After the apocalypse began, the world suffered varying degrees of destruction and disaster. Northeast China's base, a key military base, housed tens of thousands of troops and residents. As the apocalypse approached, chaos and panic ensued, yet many remained steadfast, fighting to defend their homeland.

However, as the apocalypse began to shift, the Northeast Base suffered a devastating attack. This was an organized and premeditated massacre, with the enemy, via the Sea of Japan, silently surrounding the entire base. Over 40,000 people suffered heavy casualties in the attack, and the entire base was reduced to ruins.

At the same time, the fleet's flagship was also lost. This ship was the pride of the Chinese Navy and a key asset of the Northeast Base. Its loss not only meant the loss of important combat capabilities for the base, but also meant that the enemy had mastered more advanced weapons and technology.

The moment they heard the news, everyone was filled with anger and grief. They were angry that the cold-blooded enemies had so cruelly massacred innocent people; they were sad that so many lives had been lost in an instant and so many beautiful homes had been destroyed.

In this dark hour, the survivors of the Northeast Base refused to give in. They bravely stepped forward and fought for survival. They formed various self-defense organizations and groups, and using their resources and strength, they launched a desperate struggle against the enemy.

Now, he not only has to fight for his own survival, but also to seek justice for those innocent victims. He decided to embark on a road of no return, for the truth, for justice, and for his homeland.

Today, when Xiao Yi brings up that period of history again, he is not doing so to vent hatred and grief, but to remind everyone not to forget that period of suffering and sacrifice. He tells everyone that we must remember history, cherish peace, be prepared for danger in times of peace, and constantly strengthen ourselves to meet future challenges.

The moment the news reached them, a wave of rage and grief surged within the people. Their anger was a strong condemnation of the cold-blooded enemy—how could such an act not fill them with righteous indignation to brutally massacre innocent, defenseless people? Their grief, on the other hand, was a deep sorrow for the lives lost in an instant and for the beautiful homes reduced to ashes.

Each of them clenched their fists, eager to charge forward and fight the enemy to the death. However, amidst their anger, they also knew the harsh reality of reality. Even if they each possessed extraordinary abilities, facing an army as fierce and ferocious as wolves and tigers, fighting with an egg against a rock would be tantamount to self-destruction.

Xiao Yi, the lone sniper, embarked on an unknown journey, carrying a heavy sniper rifle. His back was firm and resolute, as if he was isolated from the world, facing the challenge of fate alone.

He was like an unsheathed sword, silent yet sharp. A cold glint gleamed in his eyes, a steadfast faith in the future and a deep hostility toward his enemies. Though his steps were solitary, each one was imbued with power, as if declaring his resolve to the world.

He spoke briefly, without grandiose rhetoric or tragic rhetoric, but with a deep resolve and devotion to his mission. His words were like a fire, igniting the passion of the crowd and making them understand that this was not just a one-man battle, but a collective one, a battle of faith.

He walked out alone, into the snowstorm. The world outside was vast, filled with unknowns and dangers. But he seemed undaunted, for he knew this was his mission, his responsibility. His figure gradually faded in the snowstorm, leaving behind only his unwavering faith and boundless courage.

Strength and speed—this is the combination that countless heroes dream of. When these two powerful forces converge in one person, what a shocking and spectacular sight it will be!

Imagine a figure leaping lightly from cliff to cliff, each footfall like a heavy hammer slamming into the ground, cracking the rocks and sending the flying debris tracing beautiful arcs through the air. This isn't some legendary martial arts adventure, but a true portrayal of the perfect combination of strength and speed.

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