The sky was a dull orange and yellow, seemingly even more oppressive today.
Though oppressive, the rising celestial body still illuminated the earth.
Inside the red and white-colored camp.
A spacious red and white soldier's tent.
Beside the tent was a matching large stable, where 10 warhorses were resting.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The crisp metallic sound of an iron basin being struck echoed throughout the camp.
As the sound arrived,
Inside the tent.
A young man with a thin scar on his nose instantly opened his eyes.
Accompanied by the sound, he quickly got up and jumped out of bed.
It wasn't just him; the other comrades residing in the tent with him also awoke simultaneously.
These comrades were part of the same squad as him.
However, their squad now only had 9 members left.
Their leader was shot in the neck by a crossbow arrow during yesterday's raid and died on the spot.
