The troops from Lingchuan Base arrived shortly after. The commander was a middle-aged man surnamed Peng, and leading the team was Hong Yun.
After the various bases converged, the desolate expanse came alive, with soldiers on patrol visible everywhere.
Beicheng had five thousand people, Lingchuan four thousand, Yunan four thousand, Chujiang three thousand, and Space-Time three thousand—totaling nineteen thousand troops stationed here. If one looked down from a high vantage point, they would see a massive dark spread of tents and soldiers. Come nightfall, with the lights turned on, one might mistake it for a small town.
Especially the Space-Time Base camp, encircled by a ring of Ice Wall on the outside, with rows of neatly arranged alloy modular houses inside, and emergency lights hanging under the eaves. The light shone on the crystal-clear walls, reflecting a pearly white glow that enveloped the entire camp in brightness and clarity.