"WAR—"
The soldiers' roars pierced through the air above Camp 27.
The slaves transporting the supplies stopped their work, trembling and dumbfounded as they gazed in the direction of the camp. The soldiers on patrol placed their fists in front of the emblem on their chests, silently raised their hands in front of their forehead, and saluted to their departing comrades.
The roars echoed in the square and in the hearts of every NAC citizen.
The salutes from the residents of Camp 27 from the bottom of their hearts demonstrated their respect to the parting soldiers and their general.
Standing at the front of the row, Han Junhua, who was looking at Jiang Chen, carried an apathetic expression under her cap.
With her right hand gently squeezed in front of her chest, Yu Lu's gaze staring at the observation tower was mixed with a hint of intoxication…
Everyone boarded the airship.
