บท 472: Cold Fella

When the morning sun rays kissed the land, all of the soldiers in Mihir base were already up and about. The human soldiers were waiting in line for their food while the vampires were already sipping on their stock of blood that they had stored in a special container to preserve its freshness.

"You have an hour left to finish your meal and get in line. I don't want any of you to be late for the journey. Now hurry up everyone!" Head General Carlos was shouting to his soldiers as he walked towards the special tent where his immediate subordinates had gathered for the meal.

The barrack was filled with the clanking sound of the cutleries and mumbling from the soldiers.

Some of the soldiers were very eager to reach their destination and engage in the battle, some were already feeling like puking because of the nervousness, while some of them were indifferent to the whole situation they were in.