Bab 88: 075 Is it my turn? (Requesting first subscription!)

After both squads registered, an accompanying drill instructor arrived.

This was a middle-aged soldier named Cai Yunfei, not as stern as imagined, and even spoke with a Jinmen accent.

Lu Ran really liked this accent!

It had an inextricable link to the special times.

Jinmen, being a hub for folk art, produced cultural products that were practically spiritual nourishment for the people of Da Xia.

On the night of the fifteenth, month after month, it came.

Many of those who spent anxious nights in shelters or at home relied on listening to comedy sketches and storytelling to relax their nerves and find joy amidst hardship.

Lu Ran was once among them.

"Don't fucking—cough—don't chicken out if we encounter a Soul-splitting Demon."

Instructor Cai's style was vastly different from that of Instructor Dou from Rain Alley City.

He led the way while reminding them, "The more you run, what's going to happen? Eh, it will chase you more!"

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