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In a chaotic world, it resembled the imagined Second World War.
Hua Xia had yet to recover from the eight years of resistance and the prolonged civil war. Now, sixty years later, it faced an invasion from outside, leaving countless people homeless and reducing once-thriving cities to dust.
Shasha was unsure of her location; the ground beneath her feet had become scorched earth, littered with the bodies that had bled dry. The grayness and despair in their eyes seemed to narrate the suffering they endured in life.
Having never experienced war herself, Shasha could only find shadows of conflict in Liquid Snake's memories.
Hatred, discomfort, and anger filled her heart. No one truly enjoys war or wishes to witness death. Even though she walked a bloody path, the remnants of her former self as an ordinary person had not completely vanished.
Even if she had once been a hero or played the role of a villain, possessing power, status, and wealth meant little. Under absolute force, these things would ultimately dissolve like bubbles because one lacks the strength to protect them.
Just like now, even if Shasha wanted to drive Tao Tie off Earth, could she accomplish that alone?
One person against a world—only a god could be fearless in such circumstances.
As she walked along, taking in her surroundings, she couldn't help but ponder her own existence. What did she truly want to achieve?
The version of herself from the Marvel Universe seemed absurd; wanting to be a hero while simultaneously indulging in villainy. On the surface, she had established a position but secretly built her own power, fully exploiting her advantages as a traveler.
But was any of this useful? Reflecting on it now, everything she possessed probably meant nothing in the eyes of those high above her. Indeed, building a faction was aimed at achieving her goals; however, the System had already made it clear that abilities from different worlds could not be shared.
So what was the point of her hard work in building a faction and becoming a villain?
With this thought, Shasha chuckled at herself. Perhaps next time she returned, she should seriously consider this question.
Giant Gorge City was no longer an option; it had become a ruin. According to the troop deployment maps and several strategic plans recorded in Xiong Bing Lian, the forces that withdrew from Giant Gorge City were most likely headed to Yellowstone City.
Shasha decided to go see if there were any familiar faces there.
In the border area between Giant Gorge City and Yellowstone City, military tents were set up everywhere. Ordinary civilians mingled with a few weary soldiers who had not yet left their posts, all of whom were evacuees from Giant Gorge City.
Many had yet to recover from the trauma of losing their homes and loved ones, their expressions vacant.
Elderly men comforted crying children nearby, while young men and women sat in silence, some holding photographs, others gazing into the distance with bewildered looks. Their futures had once seemed bright.
"Why does misfortune always strike humanity? In movies, disasters seem terrifying but distant, yet now I realize that only when calamity befalls you do you truly understand despair," a soldier guarding the command tent said to his companion.
His comrade shook his head slowly. "No matter what, it has already happened. Life or death, the battlefield is ultimately our home. As for despair, what does it mean to us? I believe the commanders will lead us to drive away the aliens!"
Inside the tent, Rosa sighed upon hearing the soldiers' conversation. She was the only one who had not gone missing since the battle of Giant Gorge City. She had helped evacuate civilians from there and was now planning to head to Yellowstone City, which had ample food and stability.
Unfortunately, they encountered the Hound Squad sent by the Tao Tie Legion ahead, and with communication lines still down, the situation became quite tricky.
"If only they were here," she thought. Remembering Shasha and the others, perhaps she wouldn't have to worry about this now. But where could they have gone? A week had passed without any trace of them.
Just as Rosa was concerned about Shasha's safety, someone pulled aside the tent flap. An ordinary messenger entered, anxiety written all over his face.
Seeing him made Rosa's heart skip a beat; he was responsible for the left flank's defense. His expression in the command tent could only mean trouble for that side.
"Colonel Du, the Tao Tie Legion has suddenly launched a fierce attack on the left flank. Casualties are heavy; please make arrangements," he reported urgently.
Rosa didn't have time to think too much. Prioritizing civilian evacuation was crucial. Gritting her teeth, she said, "Relay orders to prepare for civilian evacuation to the front, rear, and right flank units. Tell the left flank to buy me half an hour!"
"Yes!" The Messenger turned without hesitation to convey the orders.
After he left, Rosa slumped into her chair. This command meant that the left wing would become the sacrifice in this battle, and the inevitable outcome would be that none of them would survive.
However, their sacrifice was necessary; after all, there were so many civilians who needed to be safely escorted to Yellowstone City. This was a sacrifice that had to be made, the only option in a desperate situation.
Though there were always casualties in war, she had seen her father command with certainty in battles before. But now that it was her turn, Rosa truly understood how difficult it was to make decisions as a commander.
Rationality told her that sacrificing the left wing was the right choice. Yet reason urged her, could she really just watch as these soldiers, numbering in the thousands, were sent to their deaths?
"Dad, only now do I realize how hard it is for you."
Rosa's surname was Du, the daughter of the war fanatic Ducao.
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