Looking at Zhou Cheng's retreating figure, Shi Caixia furrowed her brows as she watched him open his mouth.
At this moment, she felt it was quite tragic.
Although Zhou Cheng was a bit out of sorts, it could not be denied that it was due to his dedication at his post that the order in C City was still stable.
And with such natural and man-made disasters, the death rate at the garrison was extremely high. Why shouldn't they receive respect from others?
Shi Caixia's eyes reddened as she stood up, looking at Zhou Cheng's figure facing the snowstorm.
He looked so majestic that it made one want to cry.
Next, the young garrison soldier who had come to deliver the message finished speaking,
"Those 500 people who came from the front, all of them have been killed, not one survivor made it here."
Shi Caixia: "..."
Zhou Cheng: "..." What happened to the tragic sorrow?
The next instant, Zhou Cheng turned serious and reacted,
"There must be deceit, quick, take me to see."
