High-level female soldiers: My female soldiers are all SSS-rank!

As dusk approached and we were about to leave Zhenhai City, a sliver of the setting sun hung in the sky, outlining the city's silhouette in a way that was both clear and blurry, like a painting about to be sealed away by the dust of time.

Ye Chu finally pushed open the long-closed door and stepped onto this familiar yet unfamiliar road.

He wore a dark hood, and a mask that fit tightly against his face, revealing only a pair of deep and complex eyes that gleamed with an unknown light.

This kind of attire has become his standard for going out. On rare occasions when he goes out, every step he takes seems particularly heavy and cautious.

After all, Ye Chu is no longer the unknown boy he once was. His name shines like the brightest star in the night sky, resounding throughout both the legitimate and criminal worlds.

This reputation is both an honor and a shackle, forcing him to be constantly vigilant to avoid causing unnecessary commotion and shattering the hard-won peace.

Walking on the bustling streets of Zhenhai City, the neon lights gradually come on, intertwining with the afterglow of the setting sun to create a dreamlike scene.

Ye Chu unconsciously slowed his pace, pausing from time to time to observe the hurried pedestrians and bustling shops. Each scene was like a frame from a film reel, flashing by quickly yet deeply imprinted in his memory.

His gaze held both nostalgia and relief, as if he were silently bidding farewell to every corner of the city.

"We're about to leave here."

Ye Chu silently repeated the sentence in his heart, his voice trembling slightly.

He took a deep breath. The air was filled with the faint scent of sea salt and the lively aroma of food stalls in the distance. These smells, which had once made him feel weary and even pained, now inexplicably made him feel a sense of warmth and nostalgia.

This city, which brought him so many bad memories, witnessed his growth and his transformation.

Here, he experienced laughter and tears, success and setbacks. Every fall and rise has shaped him into who he is today.

However, it was precisely these complex emotions that made Ye Chu feel an indescribable reluctance as he was about to leave.

He looked up into the distance, where a new beginning lay, and where unknown challenges awaited. But he knew that no matter what lay ahead, he had to bravely move forward.

Only by moving forward can we completely say goodbye to the past and embrace a brighter future.

At this moment, the wind in Zhenhai City seemed to soften, gently brushing against Ye Chu's face, as if bidding him farewell, or as if expressing the city's reluctance to part with him.

The setting sun poured down like molten gold, dyeing the sky a brilliant orange-red, and every ray of light seemed to tell a story of reluctance and parting.

Ye Chu's figure slowly lengthened in the gentle afterglow, gradually fading into the distance, like a breathtaking silhouette painting, frozen in this moment filled with sorrow and parting.

His steps were neither hurried nor slow, each step revealing a deep affection for this land, yet also a resolute determination—a yearning and longing for the unknown journey ahead.

Time passed silently as streetlights lit up one by one, draping the night in a hazy veil.

After a long time, Ye Chu's figure reappeared in people's sight, but this time, he was accompanied by a female soldier - Mu Tongyan.

She was like a newly blooming lily, fresh and refined, walking side by side with Ye Chu. Their shadows stretched long under the streetlights, creating a warm yet slightly melancholic scene.

Their steps were light, and they would occasionally exchange a smile. No words were needed; their hearts were already in each other's hands.

As night deepened, they finally returned to the residence that Wu Hongdao had carefully arranged.

This is an exquisite little building located in the city center, with a simple and unpretentious exterior but a hidden mystery inside. Every brick and tile exudes an extraordinary aura. The moment you step through the threshold, it's as if you've traveled through time and space, shutting out the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Inside, the lighting was soft, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of coffee.

Ye Chu gently put down his luggage, walked to the window, and gazed at the starry night sky outside, feeling a mix of emotions.

After a moment of silence, as if he had made up his mind, he took out his phone from his pocket, swiped his finger lightly across the screen, and dialed Yunceng's number.

"Brother Yun, it's me, Ye Chu."

Ye Chu's voice was deep and powerful, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, "I'm preparing to leave Zhenhai City. Could you please help me contact someone to arrange my flight for tomorrow?"

However, before Ye Chu could finish speaking, Yunceng's slightly surprised voice came from the other end of the phone, like a spring breeze rippling across a lake.

"So soon? Ye Chu, aren't you going to stay a little longer? Once you go to Shanghai, you might never come back. Have you really thought this through?"

The clouds conveyed both reluctance and anxiety about the unknown future.

Upon hearing this, Ye Chu smiled faintly, his eyes flashing with determination.

"Brother Yun, life is like a journey, and I am but a traveler. Some paths, once embarked upon, offer no turning back. Though Shanghai is treacherous, it also holds infinite possibilities. How could I, Ye Chu, be afraid?"

After saying that, he gently hung up the phone, turned around and looked at Mu Tongyan. Their eyes met in the air, and without words, they understood each other's determination and courage.

On the vast and boundless Eastern continent, there is a magnificent city called Demon City. It stands proudly at the forefront of the battle between humans and demonic beasts, like an inextinguishable lighthouse, guiding the direction of hope in the endless darkness.

This city is not only famous for its dazzling neon lights and towering skyscrapers, but also shrouded in a mysterious and tragic aura because of the heavy responsibilities it bears.

Ordinary means of transportation, whether speeding trains or roaring cars, appear pale and powerless on this land shrouded in the aura of demonic beasts, utterly unable to traverse the numerous dangers and reach this isolated city.

Sea routes, which are supposed to be bridges connecting the world, have become a one-way road to death around Shanghai.

The deep blue sea, shimmering under the sunlight, is breathtakingly beautiful. However, beneath this beautiful exterior lies countless unknowns and terrors.

Sea creatures, those enormous beings that have lurked in the deep sea since ancient times, have eyes like two cold stars in the abyss, constantly watching every movement on the surface of the sea.

Any ship that dares to venture across these waters will be met with a merciless and fierce attack from these monsters, making shipwreck and loss of life almost an inevitable outcome.

Faced with such a desperate situation, humanity did not back down, but instead unleashed unprecedented wisdom and courage.

Federal warriors, a group of rigorously trained fighters with extraordinary strength, have become the sole link between the Demon City and the outside world. Under the protection of these warriors, military aircraft have become the most reliable and efficient means of transportation.

These aircraft are no ordinary objects. Their fuselages are covered with a special material developed using cutting-edge technology. This material can temporarily shield the monsters from their keen perception of life force, like putting an invisible cloak on the aircraft, allowing them to soar freely in the sky without being detected by the monsters below.

Every nightfall or dawn, these military aircraft, like silver eagles, pierce the sky, carrying vital supplies, personnel, and hope, safely arriving in Shanghai despite the threat of monsters.

Every flight is a battle between life and death, an ultimate test of courage and wisdom.

It was these flights that allowed the isolated city of Shanghai to see a glimmer of hope amidst despair, and that convinced the entire Federation that no matter how powerful the monsters were, humanity would eventually find a way to defeat them and protect every life on this land.

Thus, Shanghai, the city on the front line of the fight against the monsters, has not only become a symbol of the indomitable spirit of mankind, but also a stage full of excitement and challenges, attracting countless geniuses to write their own legendary chapters.

……

The next morning, the sky over Zhenhai City seemed more gloomy than usual, with thick clouds hanging low, as if foreshadowing something unusual about to happen.

Zhenhai Airport, a place that is usually bustling and noisy, suddenly fell into an eerie silence—the airport announced an emergency closure, all flights were canceled, and in the waiting hall, passengers looked at each other blankly, with whispers rising and falling, but no one knew the secret hidden behind this sudden change.

On such a chaotic and unsettling morning, the day of Ye Chu's departure quietly arrived.

He, a young man with a mysterious past and extraordinary abilities, is about to embark on an unknown journey.

All of this seemed particularly special to Mu Tongyan, who was standing not far from the airport, her eyes fixed on an unusual plane.

That plane was no ordinary sight; its entire fuselage was covered with a special material that shimmered with a cold light, like the most dazzling silver in the night sky, or like mithril found only in ancient legends, exuding an indescribable mysterious aura.

With its sleek lines and avant-garde design, every detail exudes exceptional craftsmanship and a sense of power, leaving one in awe.

Mu Tongyan's eyes widened, her small mouth slightly open, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and awe. She reached out her hand, as if wanting to touch that distant and mysterious dream.

Since that time with Yang Xiao, although Mu Tongyan has been able to speak, her voice is still as childlike as a baby's, babbling like a beginner exploring the world.

Therefore, except when she was alone with Ye Chu, when that rare tacit understanding made her willing to open her heart, she always chose to remain silent, using her eyes, full of stories, to observe this colorful and complex world.

At this moment, looking at the mithril aircraft in front of her, Mu Tongyan felt an unprecedented surge of emotion. She turned to look at Ye Chu, her clear eyes filled with inquiry and expectation.

Ye Chu felt her gaze, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips. His heart was also filled with novelty and emotion. This plane was not only his means of transportation for his upcoming journey, but also the bridge connecting him and Mu Tongyan, the bridge of that indelible memory.

"Baby face, this is the beginning of our adventure."

Ye Chu spoke softly, his voice carrying an undeniable firmness and warmth. He reached out and gently took Mu Tongyan's small hand in his. The unspoken understanding between them at that moment was beyond words; it was as if the whole world had stood still.

As Ye Chu walked step by step toward the mysterious plane, Mu Tongyan's gaze followed closely. In her heart, there was both reluctance and curiosity and longing for the unknown.

Ye Chu stood before the aircraft that gleamed with a cold, metallic luster, his eyes shining with an unprecedented light.

"Young man, is this the first time you've seen this?"

A deep, magnetic voice rang in his ears, belonging to an elderly man who, despite the marks of time on his face, remained remarkably energetic.

This old man was actually already in his sixties, but as a fourth-level grandmaster, he relied on his profound cultivation and special combat skills.

He can hide his old age at will, and outwardly he looks like a man in his prime.

"Ordinary airplanes are too slow, like snails crawling across the vast sky. Not only are they inefficient, but they also make them easy prey for those ferocious flying monsters that soar high in the sky."

The pilot, the elderly man whose youthful appearance concealed a wealth of experience, smiled smugly. His eyes held both disdain for past flying techniques and deep pride in the masterpiece before him.

"And now, the speed of this aircraft before you will surpass all your imagination, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, leaving those monsters attempting to intercept it far behind!"

Ye Chu nodded slightly upon hearing this, his eyes filled with both curiosity and anticipation.

"Is it just because it's fast?" His words carried a hint of inquiry, clearly indicating that he had higher expectations for this aircraft.

"Of course not!"

The pilot smiled slightly, a smile that held a hint of mystery and pride.

"This aircraft is worth far more than that. Its attack system employs state-of-the-art energy weapons, capable of releasing energy beams powerful enough to destroy small mountains in an instant, turning any daring monsters that approach into dust. Defensively, it utilizes multi-layered energy shield technology, rendering even the most powerful monsters' attacks futile against this impenetrable barrier. As for its concealment capabilities, they are exquisitely crafted. It automatically adjusts its color and texture according to the surrounding environment, achieving perfect camouflage, allowing the aircraft to move silently through the skies like a ghost, making it difficult even for the most perceptive monsters to detect its presence."

As he spoke, a glint seemed to shine in the pilot's eyes—a testament to his boundless yearning and pride in the perfect fusion of technology and martial arts.

Ye Chu was deeply attracted by this description. His heart raced, as if he could already foresee himself piloting this aircraft, soaring through the sky, and battling against demonic beasts.

"However, the materials used to manufacture this fighter jet, which incorporates the rare element 'star meteorite iron,' are even rarer than gold. In the entire alliance, there are only a dozen or so that can soar through the sky."

His eyes held both pride and helplessness, as if every word carried a heavy weight of history and responsibility.

The pilot's tone was both serious and expectant.

"If you want to become pilots who can fly these steel behemoths, your cultivation level must be at least the same as mine, reaching the fourth-tier Grandmaster level, only then will you be barely qualified to touch the boundaries of the sky."

The pilot laughed heartily, a laugh full of confidence, as if to tell everyone that even if the road ahead was difficult, he had the ability to overcome it.

His smile concealed the bravery of countless brushes with death, as well as his boundless love and longing for this blue sky.

Upon hearing this, Ye Chu nodded slightly, his gaze deep, and a subtle smile appeared on his lips, a smile that contained both agreement and a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

He knew all too well that becoming a pilot capable of flying such a fighter jet was not merely a matter of skill, but an extreme test of will, courage, and wisdom. In this world teeming with the strong, every step forward was accompanied by endless challenges and sacrifices.

If this fighter jet, which combines cutting-edge technology and rare materials, could truly be mass-produced in large numbers, enough to allow every martial artist to soar through the skies.

Then, these martial artists who have been walking on the edge of life and death for many years can perhaps really unload the burden on their shoulders and enjoy that hard-won peace and ordinariness.

But reality is always so cruel; the scarcity of resources makes all of this an unattainable dream.