"Squad leader, didn't they say we were going to attack? Why is there still no movement?"
This was somewhere on the western side of the outer defensive line of the 2nd Division's camp.
The area was guarded by the troops of the 4th Battalion, 2nd Regiment, 2nd Brigade.
The scene had originally been completely silent, but someone suddenly could not hold back any longer and asked in a low voice.
The platoon leader nearby had been about to reprimand him, but when he saw that it was someone from Squad Five, he swallowed his words and pretended not to hear.
Because their squad leader was Tsuchigumo.
Couldn't he see that the man was leaning against a tree trunk, smoking a pipe with one leg crossed over the other?
Forget a mere lieutenant colonel platoon leader—even the company commander or battalion commander would not say anything to him over such a trivial matter.
The Main Battle Legion was indeed less strict about discipline than the Astral Legion.
More importantly, it simply was not realistic.
Every one of them was a highly skilled, bold, and powerful extraordinary being.
It was difficult to make them stand as rigidly as ordinary soldiers.
"Whew—"
Tsuchigumo exhaled a puff of white smoke. "They're probably going to bombard them first and create an opportunity for us to attack. It should be soon."
He casually said this while glancing at the moon in the night sky.
Although he said that, Tsuchigumo was feeling somewhat impatient as well.
Or rather, he had been looking forward to this war involving tens of thousands of extraordinary beings on both sides for a long time.
If the undead legions were included, the number would even approach a hundred thousand!
Mages, ninjas, swordsmen, beastmen, elves, dwarves, Titans, aliens, undead.
And monsters like himself.