Yang Ming opened his mouth.
No, what good is it for ordinary people to come in? And besides, this is too weak!
Is it because the battle outside is too unfavorable, and Lyu is desperately grasping at straws?
"How's the battle going?"
"Are you talking about the third Natural Disaster? It's terrible; I saw it on the news. Hundreds of billions of people have already died, but most of the third Natural Disaster has been blocked by the battle lines set up by governments on the Empire's border. This Empire is really sinful."
So, the battle remains mostly the same as before, not much has changed. Some parts have been breached, but most of the areas are still in a fierce stalemate.
Yang Ming roughly understood.
He said, "Come on! Stay behind me, grab my clothes! I'll grab the others! Whatever you do, don't let go of my clothes!"
"Alright! Alright!"
