The icy bayonet slapped his face twice.
Wabu, lying on the ground playing dead, knew he could not keep hiding. In the end, he helplessly opened his eyes.
"Don't shoot..."
He slowly moved his hands to either side of his head, palms facing up to show that he was unarmed.
The soldier holding the rifle did not waste words with him. He merely kicked away the rifle beside him and looked down at him coldly.
"Get up."
Wabu obediently did as he was told, scrambling up from the ground, clasping his hands behind his head, and following the soldier toward The Alliance's position.
A few hours earlier, a drone had flipped over the Bagro Centurion's tank. He had been charging alongside the armored formation and was blown unconscious on the spot.
The brothers around him had suffered heavy casualties. Those who had not died were missing arms and legs, howling like ghosts and wolves.
He had been one of the luckier ones.
Perhaps because he was Awakened, he had only suffered a few superficial injuries. By the time Bear Fang led the thousand-man unit in an assault on the high ground, he had already come to.
However, Wabu did not immediately climb to his feet.
Especially after watching the brothers ahead of him roll down the hill one after another, afraid of being shoved forward to fill the line, he simply shut his eyes again and kept pretending to be unconscious.
Once he closed his eyes, he accidentally fell asleep. When he woke again, the brothers who had just been charging up the mountain one after another were already scrambling to flee downhill...
With a bayonet pointed at him and his hands clasped over his head, Wabu finally set foot on this insurmountable high ground—but as a prisoner.
There were