Afternoon.
Snowflakes still fluttered through the air.
Cheng Han finally caught sight of the Black Armor Army headquarters—Black Mountain Camp.
In a snow-covered mountain valley, a sapphire-blue lake adorned its very center like a magnificent blue gemstone.
At the center of the lake stood an enormous jet-black fortress, towering above the water like a silent black giant.
White, blue, and black formed the scene's dominant colors.
The view was picturesque enough to be called a painting.
Mu Zhenghao, Vice Commandant of the Second Battle Group, introduced it with a smile. "The valley is called White Valley, the lake is called Blue Lake, and the fortress is called Black Fortress. Aren't the names easy to remember?"
Cheng Han nodded lightly. "They fit well."
The names were indeed rather straightforward.
Mu Zhenghao turned to gaze at the fortress, his voice full of emotion. "I've spent over thirty years at Black Fortress. I have another four years left to serve."
Under the system, once Warriors had served for a certain number of years and before their strength began to decline, they retired from the Black Armor Army and were assigned to various departments under the Hall of Councillors.
Cheng Han could not help recalling a saying from his previous life—fortresses remained, but soldiers came and went.
Mu Zhenghao did not dwell on it for long. He waved a hand. "Let's go! I'll take you to see the Army Master first."
The Vice Commandant took the lead, striding toward the lakeshore. He suddenly stopped, tilted his head slightly to sneak a glance at Cheng Han, and waited expectantly.
Based on past experience, newcomers would definitely ask in surprise, "Why isn't there a bridge over Blue Lake?" Then the guide could put on a show and leave the newcomer dumbfounded.
Over the more than two