The copper-colored gunpowder smoke had not dissipated yet. It clung to the soles of Ji Tian's combat boots and made a muffled "click" sound when he stepped on the steel plate of the temporary camp. The wind wrapped the unique gravel of the Gobi Desert and blew through the sweat-dampened hair on his forehead, carrying the chaotic energy smell of the dimensional rift in the distance - a smell similar to ozone mixed with metal rust. Ever since Ren disappeared, this smell always made his heart feel tight.
"Commander, the applications for joining the New Federation are piled on the third table." Xiao Zhou, a communications soldier, ran over with his tablet computer, his military cap tilted behind his head, and his face was still stained with oil. "The Sand Wolf mercenary group in the west said that as long as they are equipped with thirty sets of improved power armor, they will swear allegiance immediately; and the old guys from the former Seventh Military Academy in the north have sent representatives to wait outside the tent for three hours, saying they want to follow you."
