At night, a sprawling expanse amidst the mountains was transformed as several large tents were raised under the starry sky.
However, within these tents, Wang Ye's presence was absent.
In this moment, Wang Ye grasped a steel spear, standing silently at a corner on the periphery.
The recruits, who had spent over two months in this camp, had not yet experienced the duty of standing guard—until tonight, when each unit was tasked to take shifts in this responsibility.
They were allocated to various locations, some bathed in light, and others concealed by darkness.
And presently, it was Wang Ye keeping an eye out as part of the night watch.
The query had been posed by Wu Jianfeng, who approached Wang Ye to assess his condition. Once the inspection concluded, he stood before Wang Ye to inquire.
"Report—no, I have no intentions of serving as a secretary for the Regiment Commander," Wang Ye replied, a smile playing on his lips.
