Alimu is a small town in Gangben with developed transportation and a thriving economy during peacetime.
But now, the former prosperity of Alimu has almost disappeared, with the continuous roar of artillery fire.
In the northwest corner of the town, inside a small, remote wooden house of about thirty square meters, it was extremely crowded, as there were at least two hundred terrified people inside.
There were Chinese and foreigners here, and the only thing they had in common was that they were all civilians.
"Yue, I don't want to die, I'm not married yet…" A girl was already in tears, her whole body trembling.
Ouyang Yue was also very scared, but she still reassured her friend beside her, saying, "Don't worry, our country won't abandon us, someone will come to rescue us!"
"Really?" Hearing this, a glimmer of hope flashed in the girl's eyes.
"Of course, it's true." Ouyang Yue acted affirmatively, nodding her head, but in reality, she was also very confused and helpless.
