Ba Dawang's Red Sun Adventure

Ba Dawang froze for a moment and looked at the old man in confusion.

Then he understood.

This was probably just how things were treated here.

When Red Sun Federation soldiers returned, they were surely covered in filth and blood. There were so many inns and taverns throughout this war zone, even places to bathe.

They had presumably been set up to serve the Red Sun Federation's soldiers.

First wash off the blood and grime, then eat, drink, sing, and dance.

Was this what life in the Red Sun Federation garrison was like?

Ba Dawang sneered inwardly.

With this, it would be a miracle if their strength could surpass the Final Blade Federation's.

What were the Final Blade Federation's war zones like? Other than training, it was fighting monsters and leveling up.

No matter how useless the Final Blade Federation's upper ranks were, or how corrupt the Zhonghe Institute was, most—indeed, the vast majority—of the soldiers at the bottom had hearts devoted to defending their homeland.

They constantly made themselves stronger so they could survive longer once they reached the battlefield!

Their efforts deserved to be rewarded.

Now look at the Red Sun Federation.

If they had not suddenly acquired the ancient Energy Core, as Luo Caichi had said, what right did they have to invade the Final Blade Federation?

Even if they could not hold the border, they would not be capable of fighting street battles in the cities!

But now, the Red Sun Federation's strength had suddenly soared with the ancient Energy Core. Ba Dawang felt that if he could uncover the truth behind it during this trip, that would be ideal.

With that thought, Ba Dawang looked at the bowl of noodles.

It seemed to be a bowl of ramen, with quite a variety of toppings.

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