Hearing Chu Guang's words, Bagro froze for two seconds before speaking hesitantly.
"By 'an arrangement,' you mean...?"
Chu Guang continued questioning him.
"Most of the Legion prisoners we captured came from the 21st Ten-Thousand-Man Corps of the Expeditionary Army, under that commander named Dillon. They claimed they joined the Bonechewer Tribe by following their superior... So were you one of Dillon's men too?"
Bagro shook his head.
"I previously belonged to the 14th Ten-Thousand-Man Corps..."
"I know," Chu Guang said, looking him in the eyes and getting straight to the point. "What I'm curious about is how you ended up as a tank commander for the Tooth Clan."
As if lost in memory, Bagro paused for a moment before speaking.
"About two years ago, the 14th Ten-Thousand-Man Corps I was with suffered a devastating blow while fighting the Great Rift. I almost thought I was done for, but I was lucky enough to survive..."
"You were indeed lucky. Get to the point," Chu Guang said, glancing at the bandages on him.
"...I didn't return to rejoin the Expeditionary Army, and I couldn't have gotten back even if I wanted to. So I went to the Bugra Free State south of the Great Rift and found work as a mechanic. It was barely enough to keep me alive. Then one day, I went drinking at a tavern and happened to run into one of my former superiors. He said he could introduce me to a new job."
"Driving tanks for raiders?"
Bagro fell silent for a while, but ultimately chose to tell the truth.
"He told me he had a friend who had acquired a batch of tanks but couldn't find qualified drivers. If I was interested in returning to my old line of work and training a group of professional