Marching in step with the tight drumbeats, George's hands gripping the rifle were drenched in sweat. His heart seemed to beat in sync with the drums, more from excitement than tension.
This was his first time on the battlefield.
He had resigned from his factory job, handed it over to his most trusted friend, Howard, and, leveraging his status as a first-class citizen, smoothly became an infantryman after training.
In the training camp, George was always the most diligent, the one who endured the harshest trials due to his ambition to rise. Because of this, the Goblin Commander promoted him directly to the front-line troops.
He was initially only fit for the reserve unit, responsible for battlefield cleanup duties.
"I will become a truly important figure."
"Maybe... today."
Keeping pace with the soldiers in front, George thought.
