The sun hung at the back of Kang Chan’s head, seemingly begging him to share a C-ration. 0

He was so tired that he could fall asleep in no time. However, he wasn’t in training camp anymore. 0

If he relaxed just because he had finished marching, his head could come right off. 0

Kang Chan set three rifles on the table and checked the magazines. Afterward, he hung his bayonet next to his pistol at his waist. 0

How many did I kill? Is it okay for me to be so nonchalant about it?0

As he thought about all the lives he had taken, he was preparing to take even more. 0

To kill or to be killed. It was obvious which one he’d choose.0

I’m going to survive even if that means killing like crazy. 0

Kang Chan went into Enzo’s barracks and searched for any extra ammunition he could have. Fortunately, he found boxes of it. 0

He would have probably tackled this situation differently had Enzo been up and fighting with him. However, since he had to fight alone, he needed more than just a machine to avoid certain death. 0

The enemies had spread out to chase after him earlier in the day. If they formed a circle around this base and came right at him, he’d have to keep spinning around to kill them. Doing so would make him a perfect target since the machine gun was stationary. 0

After finishing...0