The truck beneath them swayed from side to side in an erratic path, making Sun Ji feel as though his head had been stirred into mush.
He was the captain of Third Squad, Second Regiment of the City Defense Guard. He had all the traits of a ragtag unit—low pay, endless work, and no one cared about them. Sure enough, they had barely reached the battlefield before being thrown onto the fiercest front. They had not even held out for an hour before collapsing completely.
Their unit was gone, their commanders were gone, and even the little fighting spirit Sun Ji had was gone. He had originally hoped to take advantage of this chaos to earn some military merit and trade it for the status of a first-class citizen.
But now...
He would be lucky to escape with his life!
Fortunately, the Kuxia Family had not been cruel enough to force them back into the line after their defeat. They had mercifully allowed them three hours to rest and regroup.
Yes, three hours...
Damn it, that was not even enough time for a nap!
Sun Ji ground his teeth, but it was useless. He was only a squad captain, after all. In this kind of chaotic battle, he had no say whatsoever.
As for those who did have a say...
He casually glanced to the side.
The officer beside him was smoking, lounging comfortably against the back of his chair.
Perhaps sensing his gaze, the man turned his head slightly.
"What is it?"
"No, nothing. It's just... uh, sir, we're almost there. I thought I should remind you."
Sun Ji had originally wanted to ask for a cigarette out of habit, but seeing the man's arrogant expression, he could only curse inwardly and give up.
Unlike ragtag units like theirs,