But the others were not quite reconciled, especially Shui Yue, who had just arrived in Cuba and hadn't even set foot on the ground before dying in the sky. Even if he shot down a fighter jet, it had nothing to do with him.
At least Potato could claim he was involved and shared some of the glory.
But Shui Yue didn't understand tanks either, and looking around, the other three had already given up; only the screen showed an adjutant in Germany's uniform standing tall.
Unwilling to give up, he quickly asked,
"Adjutant, is there any way to escape now?"
"According to data calculations, the survival rate of continuing the conflict is zero."
"What about not continuing the conflict? Is there anywhere we can escape the battlefield?"
"Wherever you run, you're not going to be faster than the fighter jets." Potato, just looking at the screen where those fighter jets disappeared in the blink of an eye, knew with his toes that escaping was impossible.
