Kaiqi kicked open the door and jumped out of the old troop carrier.
He had never liked these antiquated things, and after joining Shefa's regiment, his disdain had only grown worse. The Last Chancers died often and died fast, but whenever the colonel had the chance, he would always bring in the most advanced equipment to broaden their horizons. It was enough to make every smug old veteran's jaw drop and leave them wondering, Was I living in some barbaric world before this? But the current situation did not allow him to be picky. Other than taking his frustration out on the door, he did nothing else. The accompanying Krieg soldiers also jumped down from the troop carrier. Without a word, they scattered and swiftly occupied every advantageous position around the three vehicles, like puppeted corpses.
Kaiqi glanced at them and still said nothing. A young man in a uniform with its epaulets removed emerged from the camp tent and walked toward him, his face apologetic.
He gave the Aquila salute first and said politely, "My apologies, Captain. Colonel Randolph is currently planning the next offensive at his tactical table. He asked me to receive you."
"Whatever." Kaiqi shrugged. He could not be bothered to fuss over such things. "He can do whatever he wants. It's none of my business, seeing as I'm not here to coordinate with him anyway. You're Henry, right? You have the overwriting device?"
The young man named Henry nodded, took a silver badge from his clothes, and handed it to Kaiqi.
Kaiqi accepted it, but without even looking at it, hung it around his neck beside the identification tag bearing his name and status, then forcibly stuffed both into the gap between his breastplate and uniform.
Henry froze slightly at the gesture and pressed his