"This is the true perseverance, this is the greatest respect you can offer to the sacrifice of our predecessors."
The command room was enveloped in a deathly silence.
Only the heavy breathing and the crisp sound of Lie Zhua's knuckles cracking under immense pressure could be heard.
Tu Hu's words, like a cruel bone knife, stripped away the garments of hot blood and glory, revealing the most raw and cruel truth beneath survival.
The choice: a meaningful obliteration or bearing eternal shame for a barely attainable revenge in the future?
This decision is weighty as a mountain.
"How you choose, it's up to you." Tu Hu finished speaking and turned to leave the command room.
The heavy metal door slowly closed behind him, locking in a deathly silence.
Time seemed frozen.
The glaring red mark on the sand table advanced slowly, like a dagger pressed against the throat, forcing everyone to make a decision.
