In the distant outskirts of the Rekart star region, the heavily wounded Sky Eagle Fleet is resupplying. The remaining scattered forces are less than thirty percent; as for the others, they're all dead.
Upon hearing this tragic news, Zhang Xiaobo felt deeply saddened and full of sorrow, reluctant and helpless, fortunately he didn't know those deceased brothers, or he would surely be even sadder.
The scattered troops landed at the Rekart spaceport without much delay. Zhang Xiaobo's eyelids were already drooping; he wanted to get a good night's sleep. Although the battle didn't see the appearance of super warriors, the mental pressure was immense.
Therefore, he decided to sleep, looking at the whitened clouds in the sky; ah! The weather is really nice, quite a sunny and warm day, a day worth imagining, if only he could imagine the future developments on the battlefield, or...
