Capital City, the season of the year-end is approaching.
In the midst of the harsh winter at Capital City, vast flakes of snow were fluttering down from the sky.
Braxton, the Supreme Commander of the War Department, was holding a cup of hot tea, standing in front of the window, watching the snowflakes in the sky. He quietly said, "A month passed quickly, didn't it?"
Behind him, a soldier responded after hearing his words, "Commander Braxton, it's only three more days until the end of the White War Department's vacation time."
"Three days? Time certainly flies fast!" Braxton brought the hot tea to his lips and took a sip, but the warm tea didn't seem to alleviate his sinking mood.
"Commander Braxton, is there something unusual about the loud commotion of the White War Department going on vacation this time?" At this point, the soldier could not help but ask.
