The soldier instinctively waved his arms trying to struggle, but he found that he lost all his strength almost instantly. He saw the tip of the knife in front of his chest plunge back into his body, and then saw it emerge from another spot...
Immediately afterward, he fell to the ground, the cold surface beneath him wet, presumably from the blood he was losing. He felt himself being dragged a few steps, and then he knew nothing more.
Inside the headquarters of the Ice Cold Empire, General Moss grabbed the phone, reporting the front-line situation to His Majesty The Emperor distant in the Imperial Capital: "Yes, Your Majesty, the Tang army's air raid was much stronger than we estimated, many of our facilities have been destroyed... However, everything is still within bearable limits. Yes, yes, Your Majesty... I'm waiting for the Tang army's air raid to end, and the troops deployed on the second line are ready for their paratroopers."
