The Infantry Division’s encampment.
Silver Solder looked silently at the red-eyed mummy who was covered in bandages in the mirage. Other than his voice, Silver Solder couldn’t link the person in the mirage with the youth in the embroidery workshop in Central Pine City. Even his voice was slightly different despite it sounding familiar. The tranquility and resolution in his voice were forged by steel-like willpower. It was no longer young and tender like it was in the past.
Silver Soldier felt as if a lifetime had passed.
After he woke up from his injury, he was suffocated by the devastation caused by the Battle of Central Pine City.
When he saw Ai Hui plunge his sword into the body of Wang Shouchuan and Mingxiu’s tear-streaked face, he was heartbroken. He felt as if his heart had been slashed by a sword.
That night, he was dead drunk.