Outside the isolation wall stretching for several kilometers in the eastern part of Tian Yuan Territory.
Over a hundred soldiers in black-and-green unmarked Combat Suits lay prone on the damp ground, narrowing their eyes as they studied the lit sections of the wall.
Under the constantly rotating warning lights, several sharp-eyed guards gripped dark rifles and paced back and forth.
From time to time, they stopped and swept the distance with keen gazes.
What was rather surprising was that, despite it being deep into the night, these guards showed not the slightest hint of fatigue.
"According to the intelligence reports, these primitives' weapons are all just fire sticks. Those don't look like fire sticks at all. If we cross right in front of them like this, won't we get surrounded?"
The man speaking slowly rolled over, pulled the rifle from beneath him, and placed it beside him, muttering under his breath.
His name was Ram, and he was currently the nominal captain of the Defense Force in Qinggang Shelter.
Unlike the Qinggang Soldiers who were destined to enter the army from birth, just a few months ago he had been merely a vagrant hiding in the sewers, struggling every day to survive in the dangerous city.
After Qinggang Shelter issued a call for vagrants to enlist, more and more of them headed over to join.
He had not hesitated much either, mingling with the vagrants and becoming a "Mole Person"—something he had never dared dream of before.
As it turned out, that had indeed been the right decision.
Life as a Mole Person was far more comfortable than life as a vagrant.
Relying on his talent for scavenging food in the city, Ram successfully passed the screening and became a Qinggang Defense Force soldier.
With a soldier's status, he had