Recalling the familiar faces that startled him awake time and again in the dim cabins of the transport ships, he often felt how wonderful it would have been if he had died alongside his brothers on Yuehe VII.
That way, he wouldn't have to endure the current torment.
The transport ship sent him to a rear world known as 'Ramilo'.
Here, it could be considered a large logistics base. A large quantity of war materials and personnel gathered here, ready to board ships and be sent to where the front lines needed them.
Instead, those like Xiong Lei, who withdrew from the front lines, were in the minority.
Once on the ground, he went into the military hospital, and after staying for two days, a political commissar wearing a red hat found him.
"Colonel Xiong Lei?"
"That's me." Xiong Lei's voice was deeply somber.
He lifted his head, inspecting the person in front of him.
