Next, Li Xiaoqiang sat on the Mobile Combat Vehicle, with Hong Ling leaning on his shoulder, the two of them sat in silence together, gazing at the distant wasteland. As the noonday sun slipped lower in the sky, their shadows stretched longer and longer.
When night fell, the sky was covered with a dense array of stars, and the nightscape was picturesque, stunningly beautiful.
It was then that they mounted the Mobile Combat Vehicle and headed for Suzhou City.
The headlights of the Mobile Combat Vehicle were very penetrating in the dark, casting a long beam of white light into the distance.
Faintly visible were some insects swirling around in front of the light.
Across the entire wilderness, only the beam of light could be seen, steadily closing the distance to that vast city.
The night wind on their cheeks felt somewhat icy. Hong Ling, behind Li Xiaoqiang, held him tight; she was a woman who couldn't speak.
