News of War

Fifty Military Staff strikes for every man! Only after the punishment was over did those unlucky men return to their respective ranks, limping along with their comrades' support, their faces full of shame and pain.

That ironclad discipline instantly cast an unbearably grim atmosphere over the entire military camp.

At that moment, an officer whose gait was slightly unsteady but whose bearing was ferocious strode toward the front of the formation.

Peter recognized him. He was their company commander and chief instructor—Oliver.

He was a veteran who had taken part in the brutal Carnford Siege Battle and survived. During that legendary battle, in which they repelled Sauron's army of a hundred thousand, he had fought bravely and suffered a severe leg injury. Although he had survived, it had left him disabled and caused him to limp. He had consequently been forced to leave the Main Corps and was assigned to the militia system as an instructor.

Perhaps because of his physical disability and the frustration of leaving the front-line troops, Oliver was notorious for his violent temper. He was extremely harsh with recruits, and beating or cursing them was an everyday occurrence.

Yet for some reason, Peter held this seemingly uncouth commander in deep admiration. The scars on his body and the aura of slaughter he had brought back from mountains of corpses and seas of blood were themselves symbols of strength.

Oliver came to a stop. His eyes, cold as blades, swept over the silent formation of soldiers below the platform. Without any unnecessary words, he shouted in his hoarse yet penetrating, grating voice, making their eardrums tingle:

"Listen up, you bastards! I'll keep this quick. There's only one thing!"

He paused to make sure every word sank into the soldiers' minds. "War's coming! The real kind, with real