October 17, 478th year of the Star Alliance calendar, morning.
Dawn broke through the accumulated dark clouds and shone on the devastated ruins of the base city.
People took to the streets, numbly clearing the rubble and collecting usable supplies.
The children who lost their parents were digging for food buried in the rubble. Even if it was expired bread, they would put it in their mouths without a care.
The reporter's hands were covered in blood, scars left from digging the ruins, but no one would say these hands were ugly, because these hands carried the beauty of a noble soul.
Overnight, hospitals were destroyed and schools were bombed, and people had no choice but to hide in low, temporary air-raid shelters or refuges.
As soon as I came out, the smell of burning filled my nose, the air was filled with smoke and the aroma of meat.
Back at the shelter, all we saw were people, but the child's eyes were filled with anger.
Maybe when they grow up, they will be the main force against Seran Star, but those people won't let these children grow up, right?
Currently, the shelter is short of food and medical supplies. Many people have run out of food and have left it to their children.
But no matter how the body is, it still needs to eat. If this continues, many of them will die of hunger.
Unfortunately, the Seran fleet blockaded Planet 666, preventing many support supplies from entering.
They really deserve to die.
The reporter cursed in her heart, but turned around and did what she could, such as comforting the child and doing psychological counseling.
Her boss became a temporary volunteer, helping the refugees with cleaning up rubble, carrying things, and other tasks.
"Can you tell me, have we been abandoned?"
When the reporter was helping a mother to prepare the body of her child, she was suddenly grabbed by the hand.
The reporter was startled and quickly pulled her hand away, but when she saw the expectation and hope in the mother's eyes, she stopped.
She took the initiative to hug the mother and comforted her, "No, everyone is providing support in various ways. We have not been abandoned. We must hold on. There is hope if we hold on."
The reporter calmed the mother down and then let her go.
But when she pushed him away, she said, "I know, we have been abandoned. Otherwise, why didn't the gods come to save us? Why did they choose my child..."
The young reporter paused, feeling extremely upset, but she really couldn't do more.
At this time, the boss ran over happily.
"Good news! Aid is coming in!"
The reporter was stunned for a moment, "Really?!"
"Well! Look!"
The boss pointed upwards, and several huge transport ships slowly emerged from the dark clouds.
"Really?! Supplies are really coming in!"
People in the shelter rushed out, having heard the news that aid was arriving.
This helped them, who were shrouded in darkness, to dispel some of the gloom in their hearts.
Since the supplies are coming in, does that mean the war is about to end?
Everyone looked at the starships with red stars engraved on their hulls with hope and smiled.
The starship did not land, but instead dropped all the supplies via containers.
Soon the children received their first batch of food. Although they were all pre-prepared foods, it was such a luxury to be able to eat a bite of hot food at this time.
Soon, everyone in the shelter received a small amount of supplies.
Just as they were looking forward to the rest of the supplies being sent down.
Suddenly, flames lit up in the sky again, and countless naval guns attacked from high altitude, attacking the starships like heavy rain.
This scene filled the refugees on the ground with complete despair.
Are they trying to trap them to death? First they give them hope, then they crush that hope so that they won't have any hope anymore. Are they trying to enslave them all?
The flames immediately engulfed the starships, and the containerized supplies that had just been dropped on the ground were also devoured by the ship's guns.
In ancient times, fire was a magical weapon used by humans to defend against wild beasts, but fire is also a weapon that can destroy human civilization.
Just like now, looking at the supplies destroyed by the flames, the flickering flames illuminated the faces of the refugees.
There's absolutely no hope...
Yes, a rescue team finally came in, but was destroyed by naval guns. Will there be any other rescue teams that dare to come and help them?
No, no one is willing to risk their life to save a group of strangers.
Look, the gods they believed in did not come to save them, the believers.
Pray? Pray is useless. If it were useful, why would they suffer such a disaster?
However, after the skyship guns stopped, they did not hear the sound of the starship falling.
Instead, he saw dozens of pulse beams shooting up into the sky from the huge flames.
Strong winds and waves blew away the flames.
Revealing the transport ships with activated protective shields.
The transport ships turned their heads, quickly rose high and fired upwards.
This sudden turn of events left the refugees stunned.
Is the aid team okay?
And they even fought back?!
The refugees looked at each other in bewilderment.
The reporter girl and the boss also looked at each other in confusion, because they recognized the red star logo!
As media people, how could they not remember the force that used the red star as its symbol!
If it really is them, then what is happening now is not an illusion.
"Boss, do you think that person will come in person?"
"I, I don't know."
"But what I do know is that if he had come, they would have been saved."
At this time, outside the Blazing Blue Star area, Chi Xue was leading a small team towards the Serba conflict zone.
After receiving Wang Teng's instructions, she set off without stopping. Fortunately, Shivalena came back and stopped her from being so reckless.
She was given a team and a shuttle ship, which rushed over here.
Shivalena felt that a large force should not go at this time. If it was humanitarian aid, only a small team could go.
However, Shivalenna would certainly not really send only a small team. She needed to communicate with Skyline, and after discussion, she would continue to send aid teams to the Blazing Blue Star region until the total number was enough to form a fleet.
Chi Xue certainly wouldn't have any objection. After all, when she went there, everyone would look up to her.
Of course, the more people the better, the more she can enhance her fame as a red star.
But just as she was thinking about how she would appear, news came from Red Star Intelligence.
"Chixue, our aid team is under attack."
"What?! Someone actually dared to attack our people!?"
Chi Xue's face turned pale. She hadn't arrived yet, but her team was attacked first. Wasn't this just a slap in her snow-white face?
"Red Star Intelligence, how long will it take to arrive? Forget it, let's just start the shuttle jump."
"Okay, Chixue."
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