The Mechanic Soldier, coming to his senses, let out a wild howl, jumped up, and joined the cheering crowd.
In the midst of the celebration, Zhang Pengcheng's hand, holding a wine bottle to pour into a glass, was trembling.
If there's anything in this world most worthy of celebration, it's undoubtedly escaping death. And if there's something even more exhilarating than escaping death, it's turning defeat into victory after escaping!
"Damn it!" Major General Marshall accepted the wine glass handed over by Zhang Pengcheng, his face flushed with excitement, suddenly cursed harshly, and said, "This time, the 1201 Fleet really owes a big favor!"
"A miracle!" Zhang Pengcheng raised his glass to Marshall, his voice revealing undisguised excitement: "To the Luu Zecheng Formation!"
"To the rewriting of the Luu Zecheng Formation by a Major General of Leray and a Saleria Major General, with a Chuckna Fleet five hundred years later!" Marshall raised his glass.
