Category: Corona On Oculus-v2

The camp door crashed open. Two guards rushed in. Yang Zicang, who had been hiding by the door for quite a while, bolted out like a rabbit, veered to the wall’s base. Sentries standing watch in the distance began rushing over, but the initial flurry of activity created a gap in the patrol net. In…

On the outskirts of the camp, two lines of barbed wire stood as defenses in the darkness. Sentinels were everywhere. The searchlights beside them swept the rugged ground at fixed intervals, warning against any potential intruder. Yang Zicang, who had just made his way over from the machine-gun bunker, saw this setup and grinned inwardly—finally…

The terrain and experiential information gathered in the afternoon and the previous day unfolded in his mind like an intricate map. The number designations of the enemy nation’s blockade forces, their commanders’ names and personalities, the approximate bearings of the loudspeaker sounds, and that evacuation route and pillage timetable looming ominously over tens of thousands…

{There’s no way now. The ship re-entered the Misty Sea early last night, but She Liqi and a few others are still on Cheqing Island. } ｛They didn’t leave with the ship either?｝ {Yeah, those lynx guys observed that Ka Yunni seems to be packing up assets and evacuating Cheqing Island, so they plan to…

Faced with the patrol’s questions, these refugees with strikingly pointed ear cartilage shook their heads. The two fishmonger children were questioned by a pair of soldiers as well. Among the crowd, the honest child said they hadn’t seen anyone with strange ears in the past couple of days. “You’d better not be lying, or else…

Yang Zicang took the uniquely shaped shell casing. Indeed, a faint pulse of blood essence still lingered within it. It was covered in fine cracks both inside and out, and the fractures continued to spread. The two saw a small ring of light flash on the chest of the Fogfolk man then a broken line…

The old carriage rumbled along a winding, gravel-strewn forest path. A young man in his twenties, wearing a snug, soft-fitting cap, sat in the coachman’s seat, pulling the reins of the old nobleman’s carriage loaded with luggage. “If we hurry, we can make it back to Baoyu Village by evening, Father. I’ll rent you a…