The next day.
Propaganda Camp.
The hastily constructed camp was large, and many captives from the Fengxiang Army, stripped of their weapons and personal belongings, huddled together.
Once people lose their spirit, they are easily dominated by the few over the many.
Especially in times of war, there have been instances where a few captured hundreds.
The two hundred patrolling Sixth Armor Divine Soldiers in the camp were enough to deter these captives from causing trouble.
After all, they had been completely terrified the day before!
"Squad Leader... what are we going to do?"
A military ruffian crouched on the ground stealthily moved closer to Team Leader Zheng Wu, whispering, "They aren't going to execute us after this, right?"
"Not likely... they haven't made us dig pits yet!" Team Leader Zheng Wu seemed to be reassuring himself.
