“...You mean a night operation? You even want us to go on a search?” one of the members of the punishment unit asked suspiciously.

The night operation was dangerous in itself, but a raid was worth giving a try. However, the location the punishment unit would need to go to was an area where the enemies were fiercely searching. Considering that their target was a dragon which the rebels from the northeast were particularly resentful of, any and all personnel the enemy had available must be actively searching even in this moment.

The members of the punishment unit remained silent upon hearing Juan’s suggestion to head right into such a dangerous area.

“Yes,” Juan replied in a calm manner.

One of the prisoners gritted his teeth. The prisoners were already aware that the punishment unit was treated as nothing more than a dog. The punishment unit was designated and deployed to only the harshest and most difficult areas to protect even at the front line—but they were constantly monitored, deemed untrustworthy by the allies, and their achievements weren’t acknowledged.

And now they had been told to break through two thousand enemies with less than fifty troops. Such an order was no different than being told to commit suicide.

“Are you coming with us as well, Sir?” one of the members who asked a question earlier opened his mouth again.

Juan took a closer look at the man’s...