36th Division—
Deep in the night, within the dense jungle of Jilan Mountain, a significant force emerged. Each person was indistinguishable from their original appearance; their clothes were filth and some were even torn and tattered. Their faces were smeared with paint, and they had mud from rolling in the dirt.
Under the dim moonlight, all anyone could see were pairs of bright eyes and white teeth gleaming when they laughed.
"I'm about to die!"
"Good grief! Are we still alive?"
"I need a bath."
"Give me a smoke! Any kind-hearted person, give me a smoke!"
"Get lost! Don't embarrass yourself here."
"When did the 36th Division take in a beggar? Scram, no good Samaritans here."
"Hahaha…"
A group of people chattered and howled all along the way, their voices echoing into the distance. Some were even too exhausted to walk and had to be dragged along, tumbling down on occasion.
Suddenly, a vicious roar echoed, "All of you shut up!"
The crowd instantly fell silent.
