The sound of propellers tore through the sky.
As the transport helicopter slowly landed at the airport.
The three women, carrying Lin Fan with great difficulty, finally made it back to the western city command headquarters.
But the sight of the ruins before them, the rubble scattered everywhere, caused the trio to frown unconsciously.
The so-called array core building had already fallen to pieces, becoming ruins.
It was obvious that it had been baptized by artillery.
As for the military camp on this side, it was eerily quiet.
Xu Zhi Rou and Ning Mengyao, carrying the still dazed Lin Fan, headed towards the treatment area on the left.
Zhao Jiaqi rushed ahead to the command tent on the right, her face etched with anxiety as she looked towards the three seats in the middle.
When she saw her grandfather still sitting there, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.
