Chapter 134

The Southern Battlefield, located in the barren land at the edge of the interstellar, was once a prosperous interstellar trade route, but now it has become the ruins of war. There is not a single cloud in the sky, only a faint gray haze covering it, as if even the air has been polluted by the smoke of war.

The ground is covered with scorched soil and broken rocks, like a dead and silent wilderness. The once vibrant vegetation has long been destroyed by the flames of war, leaving only patches of withered grass and sporadic dead trees, their trunks twisted like wails in pain. Occasionally, some broken mechanical wreckage can be seen scattered on the ground, rusty, as if telling of the fierce battles that once took place.

In the distance, an abandoned outpost stands alone on the wilderness, its walls covered with bullet holes and explosion marks, and the remaining building materials make desolate wails in the wind. Around the outpost, broken flags and abandoned weapons are scattered, as if silently accusing the tragic battles that once occurred on this land.

The air is filled with a pungent smell of gunpowder and a faint scent of blood, making people feel suffocated. Occasionally, a few mechanical birds circle in the sky, their shadows cast on the ground, appearing particularly lonely and helpless.

On this desolate battlefield, silence is the only master. There is no birdsong, no sound of wind, only the low sound of mechanical operation occasionally coming from the distance, as if everything on this land has died, leaving only cold metal slowly decaying in endless time.

The desolation and bleakness of the Southern Battlefield make people feel as if they are in an abandoned world. Every inch of land here, every stone, seems to be silently telling of the cruelty and ruthlessness of war. The prosperity and hope of the past have long been destroyed, leaving only endless desolation and sorrow.

On this dead and silent land, time seems to have lost its meaning, and the past and future have become blurred. Only this desolate battlefield waits quietly, waiting for the day when the dusty cruel past is discovered by people.

The desolation and bleakness of the Southern Battlefield were unobstructed in Ka'er's eyes. His steps were steady, and the scorched soil under his feet made a slight sound under his military boots. Ka'er was in a special forces uniform, holding his gun and cautiously scanning the surroundings, the black uniform clinging to his powerful body.

His red hair was as dazzling as fire, appearing particularly distinct on this gray battlefield.

Ka'er chewed gum, each chew making a slight sound, appearing particularly clear on this silent battlefield. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, scanning the surroundings as if to penetrate this ruin.

He passed through a piece of broken mechanical wreckage, his steps without a pause. Those rusty metal fragments made fragile groans under his feet, as if telling him of the tragic battles of the past. But Ka'er had only one goal in his heart, and that was to find Zongfang and personally hand over the things she had entrusted to that man.

Ka'er's figure stopped in front of the abandoned outpost, his gaze sweeping over the dilapidated building, his eyes carrying a trace of exploration and scrutiny. He raised a hand and pushed open a half-closed door, the door hinge making a harsh creaking sound, as if resisting his entry.

The moment Ka'er walked into the outpost, a strong sense of oppression suddenly filled the air. His ears caught a slight sound of wind, and almost instinctively, he quickly dodged to the side. A silver light grazed past him, bringing a sharp sound of breaking air, and embedded itself deeply into the wall.

Ka'er stood firm and cast his gaze toward the source of the sound, only to see a figure slowly walking out of the shadows.

The man's silver hair fluttered in the wind, like silver threads under the moonlight, flashing with a cold light. His eyes were like cold stars, projecting a chilling coldness.

Zongfang was wearing a camouflage combat uniform, the tight design outlining his well-defined muscles. His steps were steady and determined, each step seeming to carry endless deterrence. He held a long silver knife in his hand, the blade flashing in the dim light as if it could cut through the air.

Seeing the person who came, the man's brows furrowed slightly, a faint doubt flashing in his eyes.

"You shouldn't have come here."

Zongfang's voice was low and calm, as if coming from an ice cellar, carrying an irresistible power.

Ka'er gave a wicked smile, chewing the gum in his mouth with more rhythm. He lowered his gun, stood in a slouching manner, and said with an impatient face, "Do you think I wanted to come?"

He took an envelope out of his pocket and held it up to his eyes.

"Someone asked me to personally hand something to you."

Zongfang's gaze fell on the envelope, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes, but he couldn't believe it. He walked over slowly, reached out to take it, and opened it to find several photos.

"This is..." Zongfang's voice carried a trace of trembling.

His fingers gently stroked the edges of the photos, as if touching some treasure. Ka'er raised an eyebrow, glanced at him, and said, "She asked me to give this to you, saying you must see it."

Zongfang's hand trembled slightly, but he quickly steadied it. He took a deep breath, carefully put away the photos, and then looked up, his eyes filled with inseparable feelings.

"How is she? Is everything okay?"

Speaking of Qiao Suisui, Ka'er put away his unserious manner. Thinking of the kiss when he left, he couldn't help but curl his lips and smile.

"She is very well."

Zongfang saw the doting in Ka'er's expression, and his heart felt a dull pain. He clenched his jaw, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes in endurance.

"Don't tell her about my situation here."

Ka'er glanced at him, knowing he didn't want to make Qiao Suisui worry, so he nodded. Before turning to leave, he asked, "I'm leaving, do you have anything you want me to bring to her?"

Zongfang stood in the bleak wind, the desolation and bleakness around him seemingly silently telling of his inner heart. His figure appeared so lonely and determined on the silent battlefield, the long silver knife flashing in the dim light, reflecting the pain and longing in his heart.

Every day on the Southern Battlefield is a life-and-death struggle.

He starts killing as soon as he opens his eyes, acting like a killing machine every day, needing to remain vigilant even when he closes his eyes.

Day after day of slaughter made Zongfang numb.

Sometimes, after a kill, he would have a trace of curiosity about others that he had never had before.

Who is this person? Does he have a lover? Is he also separated from his beloved like me? Whenever he thinks of these, Zongfang always has a moment of hesitation.

And this kind of hesitation cannot exist in a place like the Southern Battlefield, because just one or two seconds would cost him his life.

He feels weary of killing, but if he doesn't kill others, he will be the one to die.

Zongfang looked down at the photos in his hand, the appearance of the cubs making warmth surge in his heart.

Must go back, go back to her side.

A voice echoed repeatedly in his mind, becoming the belief to survive this long, numb time.

He misses her warmth, misses her scent, misses her petite figure every time he holds her tightly... The softest part of Zongfang's heart was gripped tightly. That was the deepest attachment in his heart and the motivation for him to persist.

"Tell her, I will definitely return to her side, very soon."

(End of chapter)