Escaping from Canbella was his best choice.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The propeller of the transport plane rotated and it took off slowly.
"Will we come back?" Noz's wife asked.
Noz didn't answer.
He couldn't answer.
He didn't know the answer. Maybe they would never come back for the rest of their lives.
Now there was no place for him to stay in this country.
Noz's eyes fell on an F-22 fighter that was gliding off the runway. A trace of regret flashed through his eyes.
He regretted.
He regretted being the first one to stand up, to provoke the Bama State people, to ruin his career. He was a councilor, but now he became a stray dog that was running away from home.
If he had known earlier that Bama State was so strong that even the military power of White Eagle State couldn't stop the aircraft carrier fleet of Bama State.
Noz wouldn't stand out.
He didn't expect that Bama State would suddenly become so powerful.
Even White Eagle State couldn't stop it.