Chen flinched as he heard the whistle echoing across the battlefield. It was the signal for Jiang Hai’s forces to retreat and regroup. With the last of his strength, he slowly rose, feeling a sharp pain in his knee. Fang quickly helped him stand.
“We need to get back to the base before they surround us, Chen,” Fang said firmly.
Chen nodded, though his body was growing weaker. With Fang’s help, he staggered through the bodies scattered across the blood-soaked ground.
The sky, once clear, now looked gray, shrouded in black smoke from the explosions still going off in every direction. Each step felt heavier, but they had no choice but to keep moving.
Meanwhile, Ryota, aboard his fighter jet, watched as Jiang Hai’s forces began to retreat. He clenched his fist tightly around the control stick. “Don’t let them escape! Attack them while they’re vulnerable!” he ordered to his air forces.