"Report, Captain No. 11. All communication equipment has been repaired and is awaiting instructions."
An engineer stood upright behind 11, saluted him, and reported his work.
"Is it finally done?"
After waiting for ten minutes, Number 11 was extremely anxious. Now that she finally heard the good news, she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The next moment, Number 11 decisively ordered: "Restore communications."
"yes!"
The engineers received their orders and jogged away from the camp, as if carried by a gust of wind, dispelling the gloom that had shrouded the command camp for ten minutes.
The gloom finally dissipated, and the reporter, feeling quite pleased, looked at the back of No. 11, who seemed much more relaxed, from a distance of several meters, and excitedly turned around.
With her back to number 11, she was filled with passion.
As a die-hard fan of Hoshimi Miyabi, especially after the overwhelming support she received before the communication was cut off, the reporter popped on champagne and excitedly chatted with the viewers still watching the live stream:
[Dear citizens, thank you so much for staying tuned to the live broadcast!]
After a long and patient ten-minute wait, communication is finally about to be restored!
There's a saying that goes, "Happiness is the accumulation of anticipation and waiting, culminating in a sudden moment of clarity."
Before communications were cut off, we advanced with unstoppable momentum, capturing all the key nodes in the void. Now that communications are restored, what surprises will the military bring us? Let's wait and see!
After saying that, the camera shifted to Number 11, and the entire New Ellie was watching her back.
Even though she hadn't done anything yet, she inexplicably felt like she was being pricked by needles, with everyone eagerly anticipating her arrival, which made her feel immense pressure.
Beep~beep~
Suddenly, a unique notification sound brought her back to reality.
Number 11 hurriedly put on his headphones, tuned the channel to a special section, and said anxiously:
[Sixth Air Defense Lesson, communication has been restored. Please reply upon receipt.]
[To reiterate, communication has been restored. Please reply upon receipt!]
Then, there was another half-minute of silence.
No one spoke!
Number 11's heart skipped a beat, as if a heavy hammer had struck her chest, making it difficult to even breathe.
It's alright, they'll be fine. They're from the Sixth Anti-Air Division!
Number 11 forcibly suppressed the wild thoughts in his mind, unaware that the beads of sweat on his forehead had already betrayed him, dripping onto the table.
The reporters behind were so frightened that they turned pale and began to consider whether to cut off the live broadcast.
[Hoo~ Hoo~]
Finally, I heard panting in the headphones, along with faint noises resembling explosions and screams.
But No. 11 didn't care about that. Facing the expectations of the entire city, the burden on her shoulders was no lighter than anyone else's.
Upon finally hearing a sound in the earpiece, Number 11 immediately became joyful and excited, and quickly asked:
[Sixth Air Defense Class, report on your progress.]
Seeing that No. 11's complexion had improved, the reporter thought everything was under control, and even though the process had been somewhat difficult, everything was developing in a stable and positive direction. So, the reporter quickly turned back to reassure the citizens:
Dear citizens, please trust our army, we will definitely...
Thump!
The sudden loud noise interrupted the reporter's speech.
She turned around and looked back, stunned.
It turned out that number 11 had slammed his fist heavily on the table.
She punched a large hole in the expensive and sturdy wooden table.
Immediately, Number 11 slumped into the seat behind him, the chair sliding backward under the force, drooping with everyone's anticipation.
Seeing this, the reporter felt like a lone boat tossed about by giant waves, and was about to ask, "Captain Number 11..."
Thump!
But Number 11 ignored it completely, stood up again, but with a hunched back, his expression hoarse with rage, as if he had used up all his strength to shout:
[All personnel, retreat!]
Bang!
The word "retreat" was like a huge thunderclap, leaving everyone in the command camp stunned and speechless. Even the chat in the live stream became eerily quiet.
...
"Weren't we in the lead before? Why did we retreat? Captain, you explain."
One of the soldiers guarding the teaching building, after hearing the announcement on the 11th, was confused and turned to ask his squad leader.
"What the hell are you talking about? Who the hell knows what those high-ups are thinking?"
The squad leader spat on the ground, then shouldered his rifle and called out to the surrounding area, "Back to base, back to base, prepare to return..."
Boom!!!
The intense, expanding flames engulfed the squad leader's remaining words.
The remaining soldiers were not spared either, all being thrown away by the blast wave.
On the ground, the soldiers wailed in agony, their entire bodies burning with pain.
"Ah, my hand!"
The soldier screamed in agony, his face contorted with pain.
But as a soldier, his professional instincts led him to endure the pain without hesitation, struggle to get up, and then, clutching his left arm, which had been twisted in the explosion, stare blankly at the surrounding flames, muttering, "Captain?"
No one responded...
The soldier paused, a sense of fear rising within him. He took two aimless steps forward: "Are you all... still alive?"
"Mingcheng! Wei! Are you both still there?"
But no one answered...
"ah!!!!!"
The surviving soldier suddenly screamed and frantically used his remaining right arm to dig through the burning ruins amidst the raging flames.
Finding the body is good, at least finding the body is good...
With the worst in mind, the surviving soldiers desperately crawled into the fire.
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