The Battle Rages!

Mi Xin leaned against the inner wall of the trench, peering toward the watchtower several hundred yards away as he tore off a corner of his cloak and bandaged the wound on his hand.

Lux had repeatedly forbidden commanders above regimental level from casually appearing on the front lines. But the situation just now had been far too dire. If Mi Xin hadn't arrived at once with his personal guards and plugged the gap, the entire trench line might have been breached in a single charge!

In war, courage was everything.

Mi Xin's presence on the front line, along with his personal guards pressing forward at his command, had barely held off that charge and forced the Fearless Vanguard to retreat for the moment.

The price was steep. Even with his guards protecting him, Mi Xin's left hand had been pierced clean through. A Lunar Warrior had merely glanced at him, and the long blade in his hand had turned into a short spear. It curved through the air and shot straight at Mi Xin.

Caught off guard, Mi Xin could only swing his sword to parry while raising his left hand to block. The short spear pierced straight through his hand and grazed his left side below the ribs.

Those Lunar Warriors... They were something else!

Before this, Mi Xin, commander of the Highland Walkers' First Regiment, had privately grumbled about the Plains Walkers' First Regiment, which had fought in the Nashramae Campaign. Their exchange ratio had been so awful that even if they weren't used to the desert climate, it was still a little embarrassing.

In private, everyone in the Plains Walkers' First Regiment insisted that their poor record had nothing to do with the environment; the enemy was simply absurdly powerful, and so on. But Mi Xin