"Sigh! I sincerely apologize, we've made it here as quickly as possible," Xiang Zhiyuan said solemnly, letting out a low sigh. "Comrade, do you know roughly how many casualties there are?"
"Preliminary estimates suggest about two or three hundred people!"
"What?" The entire Superpower Army was dumbfounded. Two or three hundred people — what kind of concept is that? It's practically a catastrophe.
With such a death toll, they couldn't possibly account for it when they returned.
"You better not talk nonsense, human lives are not a joke!" Xiao Mian obviously didn't believe it.
"You're the one talking nonsense. If it weren't for him, we would all be dead," Song Yifei, hidden in the woods, couldn't bear it anymore and jumped out to accuse Xiao Mian.
Xiao Mian was momentarily stunned to see a young girl suddenly leap out, riding on a large bird, but immediately said unceremoniously, "What do you know, little girl? When adults are talking, children should stay quiet!"
