In a border city of the Dragon Kingdom.
The army had finished assembling.
The vanguard of the Fifth War Zone set out under cover of night.
The streets were already lined with civilians who had come to see them off.
This was a war for the Dragon Kingdom's resurgence.
A battle that would determine the Dragon Kingdom's fate for the next hundred years.
The soldiers marched down the long street, heads high, chests out, sharp weapons in hand.
They might never return, but they would have no regrets about holding the enemy beyond their borders.
Under the dim lights, the civilians' eyes held both pride and worry.
Oh, Dragon Kingdom!
It was always so well protected by its heroes.
Inside the off-road vehicle at the head of the column.
Sat the Pao Ge Society's Old Man, the leaders of Qing and Zang Prefectures, and the Fifth War Zone's vanguard commander.
The four gazed at the civilians' expectant eyes with complicated expressions.
"Men, come back alive."
Whoosh!
Among the crowd, an elderly man cast aside his cane, cupped his hands, and bowed, calling out, "How fortunate we are to have been born in the Dragon Kingdom. Thank you, men. Thank you, soldiers. Come back alive. The people of this border city... will make dumplings for you."
"May our Dragon Kingdom win every battle! May our soldiers conquer every defense and triumph in every fight!"
"May our Dragon Kingdom's soldiers return safely!"
"Children, eat your fill on the road. You'll need your strength to fight the Alien Races."
Food rained down from the sky.
The civilians scrambled to bring out their food and stuff it into the soldiers' arms.
Eggs, stuffed buns, steamed buns, fried noodles, lamb, beef.
They generously tossed the food they normally could not bear to eat themselves toward