But this year, the weather had turned cold.
The Pole was frigid. The soldiers' bodies and nerves grew sluggish, but the Insect Race showed no signs of slowing down.
The insectoid swarms...
One wave had receded earlier, leading them to believe things were returning to normal. But that turned out to be a fluke. The swarms that followed came with their usual frequency, not missing a single one.
If the frequency didn't decrease, and the swarms kept coming one after another, it meant the war was far from over.
Some of the details were classified, so Mo Si couldn't elaborate. He could only tell Qiuqiu, "I probably won't be done here until after you get back from your volunteer clinic."
"Is that so?"
'That's not right.'
When she had searched the Star Network before, it clearly said that for the past twenty-plus years, the commanders always returned at the end of August.
This year—
She didn't know what had happened, but it couldn't be anything good.
