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Changjiu Farm.
The heavy snow had eased off a bit.
The ground inside and outside the enclosing wall was covered in deep snow that could bury a person's lower legs.
Two guards carrying Mediator's Rifles were pressing four ragged prisoners of war to build a mound of earth on the open space to the north of the enclosing wall.
They sealed branches, dead leaves, and licorice inside the mound, leaving a small hole at both the top and the bottom, then lit a fire.
Gradually, the fire blazed up, burning from the bottom to the top, and in no time, thick smoke billowed.
"Why are we lighting a fire near the north gate?" asked the younger guard, looking at his superior with a face full of confusion.
Wrench replied with meticulous care,
"It's an order from the Manager. We just do as we're told."
Honestly, Wrench himself was harboring doubts.
Wasn't he concerned that this much smoke would attract nearby Looters?
