On that night, the atmosphere grew increasingly grim. The early morning attack had yet to cease, as if the battle had stretched on for an entire day. As the dust from the massive explosion began to settle, the once silent battlefield was once again filled with screams and hurried footsteps. The Jiang Hai troops, who had been celebrating their victory moments ago, now stared at the night sky in terror.
Above them, the Japanese aircraft that had previously dived now slowed, leaving a trail of thick black smoke swirling in the air. Soldiers and medical staff alike fixed their gazes upon it, eyes sharp with apprehension.
Chen steadied his racing heart, his eyes narrowing as he watched the enemy plane lingering above. "Everyone, prepare yourselves! This isn't over yet!" he commanded, raising his pistol high. Immediately, the doctors and nurses rushed to evacuate the wounded and children to the underground shelter—at least, it would be safe for now.