The war on Mars seemed to have ended overnight.
The morning sun warmly bathed Puluo Town.
The smoke of gunpowder had not yet completely dispersed, and the deafening sound of artillery seemed to still echo in their ears. The residents of Puluo Town who walked out of the bunkers and shelters looked at the bandit soldiers, covered in dirt and wounds, with faces full of fatigue. They gazed at the bright sun and listened to the breeze in the silence, standing still as if in a dream. After a long while, they finally burst into tears of joy.
"Good kids!" An old man stood by the roadside, shakily giving a thumbs up to the passing bandit soldiers, "You are all men of Mars!"
Beside the old man, a young mother held her three-year-old child, continuously wiping away tears.
"Long live the bandit army." Her voice was soft and gentle, even trembling slightly. However, her eyes were filled with immense joy.
