Consumption Area

The old federation collapsed, and the torrent of steel from the Rust Legion rushed towards the last free city. In this piece of scorched earth plowed by artillery fire, the code-named "Ashes Defense Line" is the only barrier. I am C-74, a garrison officer in the third defense area, leading a group of forgotten remnants to defend in the frozen soil and thick fog. We are not heroes, just bait. When the seventh wave of offensive was repulsed, a cold ultimatum came from the headquarters - "Melting Pot" plan authorization. This is not a counterattack, but an execution from behind: detonating the fuel-air bombs buried under the defense line, reducing us and the enemy to ashes, thereby delaying the enemy and covering the evacuation of the rear. All I have left are Private Seventeenth Private Akai, a young man who still believes in honor; and Lao Zhou, a silent machine gun. Facing a certain death situation, I made a decision to disobey military orders: refuse to light the fire and lead the team to break out. We abandoned our bunkers and retreated to the ruins on our flanks, using ourselves as bait to lure the enemy's main force into pursuit. For the next three days, we fought in the ruins against mechanical hunting units and elite infantry. The fanaticism in Akai's eyes was crushed by the reality of the tragic deaths of his comrades one after another, and was replaced by a desire for survival and anger against lies. And I, from a civilian officer who could only fill out forms, became a butcher who had to decide with my own hands who lived and who died. When we were forced to the old railway bridge across the abyss, our ammunition was exhausted and our retreat was dead, the rear urged the "melting furnace" to start again. This time, Akai broke down and asked me why I brought them into a desperate situation.