Affiliated creatures, Chaos Faction, Dark Civilization... all these are hostile forces.
A slight misstep could lead to a fate worse than death.
After all, there is never a shortage of those adept at toying with souls.
So vanguards are often equipped with a "Glory Bullet."
For the purpose of dying for the nation!
"Ah, the glorious years."
Old Master Liang's eyes were lost, his throat involuntarily moved, and his abstinence from alcohol was once again tempted.
Qin Shi noticed and smiled as he said:
"Master Liang, let me join you for a few drinks, and let's get some snacks. We can talk about your days in the military."
Watching Qin Shi's eager back as he headed downstairs, Old Master Liang chuckled.
He patted his knee with his palm and softly hummed the battle song taught by his squad leader:
"With the armor roaring in anger, gazing at the Star Sea, the flames of war unending. The sword glimmers, the Netherworld howls coldly, the sacred flame gradually wanes.
