"Achoo!"
Gazing out the jeep window at the endless dunes bathed in sunset glow, Battlefield Atmosphere Team sneezed without warning.
Corway, seated beside him, spoke.
"This is already the northwestern corner of Sunset Glow Province. It gets a little chilly at night. Do you need a blanket, my friend?"
"No, I'm fine."
Veteran forced a strained smile onto his face, his gaze remaining fixed on the distant dunes. Far ahead, he could see a long column of exhausted soldiers, worn down in both body and spirit.
At that moment, they were marching behind the Second Thousand-Man Unit of the Fifth Ten-Thousand-Man Unit, bound for Oasis No. 2, where the Falcon Kingdom was located.
Before reporting to the officer corps directly attached to the Fifth Ten-Thousand-Man Unit, he still had to travel with Corway's troops for a while.
The crushing defeat of the Fourth Ten-Thousand-Man Unit had left them unable to hold the front at Oasis No. 3 any longer. The Legion's entire military deployment in Sunset Glow Province was now contracting westward into the deepest part of the desert.
Fortunately, Corway's immediate superior was a clever man. The moment he received the order, he decisively chose to withdraw.
That was precisely why they had barely seen any trace of The Alliance before fleeing to the edge of Oasis No. 2.
By comparison, the Seventh and Eighth Ten-Thousand-Man Units had not been so fortunate.
He had heard that just yesterday, the Eighth Ten-Thousand-Man Unit had encountered The Alliance's Skeleton Corps on the Gobi a hundred kilometers away. Without armored forces or fortifications to protect them, the battle had become a completely one-sided slaughter. They had not even lasted half a day.
Patting Pangolin on the shoulder, Corway raised his binoculars and looked toward the yellow sands rolling ahead. Through the haze,