Wei Potian walked out from the barracks and toward the command center. His armor was in tatters and covered in grime. His beard was also unkempt. Apparently, he hadn’t been grooming in several days, just like everyone else in the base.

Not noticing Wei Potian’s arrival, two soldiers were chatting as they moved resource crates.

“When will this battle end?!”

The older soldier said calmly, “Just keep fighting. We won’t need to worry if we’re both dead.”

The younger warrior said, “Looks like it’ll be our turn soon.”

“You’re alive today, at least.”

The dissatisfied young warrior whispered, “How many defeats have been suffered? What kind of strategist god is he when we’re being defeated so badly?”

The veteran shushed at the young man. “Be careful what you say! You’ll be punished by military law if you criticize a commander!”

The young soldier wasn’t in a good mood, either. “It’s death all the same! How many days more can they live after punishing me?”

The old soldier sighed. “At least, we’re still alive now. There might be a miracle if we stay that way.”

“To hell with miracles!...