Another junior officer was puzzled. He crouched beside the corpse, picking up the shallow brown linen coat soaked in blood. "But they're wearing the clothes of the Corps' direct battalion."
"They've changed into new clothes." Skool tapped the nailed shoes on the corpse's feet with his sword scabbard. "But they didn't change their shoes."
The junior officer suddenly realized and continued thinking, his face unconsciously showing surprise: "The New Reclamation Expeditionary Army should be the enemy's most capable force. After a simple probe, they've already committed their main force. Colonel, Sanel must be serious this time!"
Skul shook his head. "No rush."
The Colonel squinted his eyes, looking towards another hill across the river, where everything was hidden behind the smoke screen. Yet amidst the wind, Skool could vaguely hear the deep and powerful heartbeat coming from the other side.
