In the fortress, there was hardly any time to rest!
They managed a brief nap of about five hours!
Clang! Clang, clang!
Then the heavy clash of metal rang out, and the snoring stopped abruptly!
A group of soldiers solemnly prepared to move out. Most were at the third or fourth tier!
Third-tier soldiers made up the majority. Those at the fourth tier had already earned enough military merit to become senior rank-and-file soldiers.
"Those demon bastards won't even let us rest in peace!"
The men rustled about getting ready, cursing and swearing, seemingly fired up.
"Hmm? You... new here?"
Soon, someone noticed Yang Tian, whose plain appearance was still clean and tidy.
That sort of cleanliness simply didn't exist in a military camp.
Unless someone had just arrived.
A green recruit who had yet to undergo the baptism of war.
"That's right. We'll be comrades from now on. Please look out for me!"
Yang Tian nodded, then gave a somewhat imperfect military salute and spoke earnestly.
"Heh, I'm the coordinator for this battalion. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. Just don't turn deserter!"
"Oh, just call me Duobaoyuan!"
A burly young man patted Yang Tian's shoulder and smiled faintly.
Seeing that everyone was ready, Duobaoyuan gave the order. "Fall in!"
Yang Tian stood at the back of the formation, where he was lost from sight. He was too short.
Of course, the sheer number of people-several hundred-was another reason.
Then they saw Battalion Commander Zhao Rong again!
"Good. Move out, onto the battlements! Kill the enemy!"
Zhao Rong nodded without wasting words. When he noticed Yang Tian, however, he frowned!
His superior had issued an order: every soldier in the battalion could die, except that newcomer!
An exception like this seemed unprecedented, which showed just how important