Chapitre 1161: It Seems There Is A Misunderstanding Between Us

A few dozen kilometers west of the front where Jake had just ended the bloodshed with a resounding victory, a fortified encampment—much quieter than when they had arrived—continually received updates from various fronts under its jurisdiction.

The sun had long passed its zenith, and a chilly wind carrying the scent of fear and death had begun to sweep across the ramparts, forcing the understaffed garrison to seek shelter. The few sentries on duty, left with no choice but to keep their rounds with wide-open eyes, could only curse their bad luck.

Nevertheless, these soldiers wouldn't trade their places for the world. Guarding this godforsaken hole was admittedly boring and unrewarding, but at least they didn't have to risk their lives.