Great Flame, Liu Zhou.
Second Stage City, Zhaoming City, outside the Secret Realm entrance in the suburbs.
Two City Guard members at the Silver Stage are smoking and resting under a tall building in front of the Secret Realm.
"Xudong, I heard we have the advantage on the battlefield to the north." The thirty-plus year-old Old Cheng exhaled a ring of smoke and said.
"Yes…" Speaking about this, the young Liu Xudong's eyes showed some longing, "We've won victories, and it's said that the conditions in the army are very good. I really envy them!"
Old Cheng casually said, "What's there to envy? In the army, the risk during wartime is extremely high. Going to the front lines might suddenly mean losing one's life.
Just in the last year or two, there have been tens of thousands of warriors who have died in the northern battlefield. It's far safer being in the City Guard~"
"Hmm…"
