Within the city walls, unlike other camps set up with tents.
This place looked more like a small town.
There were taverns, restaurants, brothels, and gambling houses.
Several men, embracing scantily clad women, strolled nonchalantly through the streets, and before long, a fight broke out in a nearby tavern, where a man in his twenties was getting thrashed by an elderly man with white hair.
The surrounding crowd watched the commotion and cheered.
"Every soldier in the Bloodfire Camp is a martial master. Once you step into the Martial Master Realm, you can be like them. Now I'm taking you to see the colonel."
Zhao Heng looked at Chu Ning, who was somewhat limping, and frowned. Had Li Jun really sent him such a man?
However, he knew that Li Jun was someone who showed sympathy for his subordinates, and since Ji Yang was a deserter, he was sent here as cannon fodder.
People like him, once they broke through to the martial master, would be sent to the frontline to die.
