Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuerou's mind suddenly went blank. She stared at Xiao Li in shock, as if she had never imagined this situation before.
Or rather, the war she imagined would be a very, very long time from now.
How could this be so sudden and unexpected?
After watching for a while, the two lost the will to sleep and lay in bed lost in thought. Morning soon arrived, and some light gradually appeared outside.
Around seven o'clock, the students in the dormitory all got up. It turned out that they weren't the only ones who had been woken up so close to dawn. They didn't go to eat breakfast first, probably because they sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the Federation. The once crowded posts were now very empty, so they went straight to the entrance of the Cold Weapon Museum.
Unexpectedly, the Cold Weapon Museum was not open, and Teacher September was already standing at the door waiting.
She remained calm as always.
"Classes are suspended for today. Everyone, please go home. I will notify you when classes will resume."
"What happened, teacher?"
"I don't know about that, I just received news of a suspension."
After saying that, she turned and left without lingering, leaving only a dozen students standing there bewildered, unsure whether to stay or leave, staring blankly at the Federation, which had been almost completely hollowed out.
The building still stands, the War Maiden stands between heaven and earth, those dreamlike facilities still exist, even the lights in the rooms inside the building are on, and the floating sphere rises on the ring belt.
Nothing has changed, except that the researchers who used to walk around, stopping and starting, their faces full of thought, are no longer seen.
It's as if these students have become the world's orphans.
The last seed.
They felt bewildered and lost.
In fact, the researchers are really too busy, and those who are part-time administrators of the mecha academy are in high positions of power. They are so busy that they have no time to care about the students. They just issued a notice of suspension and then washed their hands of the matter.
Inside the wartime command center.
Wan Xingyan and a group of leaders were anxiously waiting for something. He lowered his head and kept flipping through the documents in his hands, but the unprocessed parts next to him were still piled up like a small mountain.
Tali, positioned to the side, used a pen to write and draw on the screen, marking the distances of the deployed troops' defensive lines.
The entire wartime center was filled with almost everyone in the Federation, lining up to ask the Minister of Supplies, the troop movement planner, and the heavy armor squad leader for orders, craning their necks to see if the tasks ahead had been completed.
Inside the main hall of the building, documents were flying everywhere, people were talking all at once, and people were coming and going.
No one was idle.
"Reporting to the commander, a message has arrived from the Arctic."
Upon hearing this, Tali, who had been engrossed in drawing lines, suddenly looked up, the wrinkles on his forehead furrowing. "Speak!"
"The personnel dispatched to the Death Dimension have not emerged for two hours and twenty minutes. According to the Arctic personnel, something must have happened!"
The intelligence officer made no attempt to conceal his report. His voice instantly silenced the noisy hall, especially when the words "Something's happened" were uttered. A tension immediately gripped everyone's minds.
Tali clenched his fists, closed his eyes resignedly, and tilted his head back.
Just then, the sun finally peeked out from the window, its scorching and dazzling rays shining on the earth. A powerful ray of light pierced through the window of the building's main hall, leaving irregular patches of light on the ground.
Interestingly, the beam of light was directly above Tali's tilted head.
The researchers looking at him could clearly see some dust flying in the air, skimming the light, and landing on their shoulders.
The sun, like a giant projector, paints a film on the earth depicting mayflies passing through time.
"Then we will send our troops north, set up defenses, and notify all departments to prepare... for war!"
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