Ethan Fang sat in Zhuang Xu's pocket and boarded the starship with him.
The man's hands were in his trouser pockets, his palms clenched, like a safe and warm cradle, wrapping him up.
Not long after he settled down, Ethan Fang climbed up using that hand, holding onto the edges of his trouser pockets with both hands. He revealed a pair of eyes and looked seriously at the battle situation on the huge light screen in front of him.
The battle outside the starship was fierce, with artillery roaring, smoke everywhere, and wreckage of spaceships and mechas floating everywhere. Neither side was willing to retreat, and they confronted and fought each other to the death.
Osgood had followed Zhuang Xu to the battlefield many times, but this was the first time he encountered such a situation. The soldiers who had just been sent out were too strong. "This suicidal attack method was too crazy. They were not afraid of death at all."
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