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On the seventh day after the thick fog lifted, sunlight spilled like shards of gold onto the stream of Silent Valley. The Crystal veins, once hidden in the mist, now refracted a starlit blue glow beneath the riverbed. The Old Blacksmith squatted by the stream to clean his tools when suddenly, a surge of water overturned his bucket—transforming the entire river into flowing liquid crystal under the bright daylight.
Thirty miles away in the Black Pine Forest, five modified off-road vehicles crushed the carpet of pine needles. Through binoculars, Lens reflected the stream's strange brilliance as the Bearded Man roared into his Satellite Phone, "The intel matches perfectly; the underground veins here can sustain the entire Eastern Theater for at least twenty years." Scattered on the muddy ground at his feet were torn pieces of a Missing Person Notice, with a yellowed photo faintly revealing Arthur's face at seventeen.
The old copper bell at the town hall tolled dully in the twilight. Pharmacist Aunt Li rushed into the meeting with a half-crushed crystal cluster in hand; she had discovered three fresh exploration markers while gathering herbs that morning. "The fluorescent paint used for those markers is only affordable to the military," she exclaimed. Veteran Uncle Wang ripped open his shirt, revealing a gruesome bullet hole on his chest that glimmered purple under the kerosene lamp. "The Twenty Years border defense line was breached; they used this same paint to mark bombing coordinates."
Arthur's knuckles rapped against the Oak Table, causing the crystal chandelier to jingle. Dipping blueberry jam onto a napkin, he sketched a Defensive Diagram. "The electromagnetic field generated by the veins can interfere with electronic devices, but continuous mining will weaken this effect." The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted in as Lily distributed Cherry Pie to the children on night watch. Her father silently immersed twelve animal traps into Crystal solution—the tempered steel teeth glowed with an eerie blue under the moonlight.
The first gunshot shattered the silence of three o'clock in the morning. The modified vehicle crashed into a stone monument engraved with the town's motto but suddenly stalled as it entered the square. The Bearded Man cursed and kicked open the door, only to step into a vine trap set by Lily. The thorny vines, charged with Crystal energy, coiled around his calves like living snakes.
The Blacksmith Shop echoed with the roar of hammers. Old Zhang dipped a glowing red iron chain into Crystal solution, and splashes of blue fire ignited the entire street. Arthur stood atop the bell tower, watching his designed Electromagnetic Pulse Device explode above their enemies—thirty-seven mercenaries' wristwatches sparked simultaneously, unaware that those Crystals embedded in the Town Monument were recording each invader's bioelectric waves.
The Pharmacist moved through the smoke with women carrying first aid kits filled not only with hemostatic herbs but also powder from Purple Fog Mushrooms that induced hallucinations. As a third enemy screamed in agony from sudden blindness, children from the Choir sang Lament of the Soul in their changing voices—off-key hymns resonated with Crystal, forming an infrasonic barrier above the battlefield.
In the darkest moments before dawn, the Bearded Man finally reached the Church Basement. His tactical flashlight swept over a dusty piano but illuminated walls lined with countless frames. Among faded graduation photos, wedding pictures, and harvest festival snapshots, he was horrified to find faces of twenty-seven comrades who should have "disappeared" during missions.
As sunlight spilled over the ridge once more, the last modified vehicle’s fuel tank ignited spontaneously under Crystal resonance. Arthur bent down to pick up half of a charred photograph; memories flooded back like reversing streams—he finally understood why his mother insisted on being buried near the Crystal veins before her death—not out of sorrow but to protect this town's last barrier with her blood and bones.
Lily's Father quietly repaired the Town Monument; Crystal powder seeping through its cracks shimmered like a galaxy in morning light. When the church bell tolled for the eighth time, women holding infants suddenly began humming an ancient lullaby. Arthur watched as smoke rose from every chimney and recalled Lily saying on that day when the fog lifted, "The strongest fortress has always grown within people's hearts."
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