At Rosso Island's port, the morning sun spilled across the glittering sea. More than a dozen troop transports were moored side by side along the shore, their sails furled as soldiers on deck busily carried supplies onto the docks.
Ang steadily guided his ship, skillfully docking it in an empty berth at the harbor.
A light sea breeze drifted across the ship, fresh with the scent of seawater and salt.
"Ang, you're finally back!" At the sight of Ang, Quintina immediately opened her arms, a long-missed smile appearing on her face.
She quickly walked up to him, greeting him with the warmth of a friend reunited after a long separation, her eyes filled with joy and anticipation.
Slock, Torei, and the others soon appeared as well, welcoming Ang in turn.
Ang swept his gaze across the harbor and looked at the troop transports.
Unable to help himself, Ang asked, "Have drivers been assigned to these ships by the Military Department?"
"Yes, they're already waiting at the camp." Quintina nodded with a smile, her answer concise.
Ang felt slightly relieved. It seemed that everything had already been arranged.
He nodded, then headed toward the camp with the others.
Along the way, Quintina, Slock, and the others kept talking with him about the upcoming plans and military affairs.
Although their words were casual, Ang could sense the tension and anticipation within them.
After arriving at the camp, everyone dispersed, and Ang finally had a chance to rest alone.
His exhausted body sank into bed, and he fell into an unusually deep sleep.
Early the next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the tent. When Ang woke up, he found that Quintina had already prepared breakfast.
After breakfast, Ang gathered all the officers of the 47th Regiment to discuss their next move.