[Southern Division Battlefield]
Gaisa Adonis tightly hugged his arms, lowering his head to listen to the faint gunfire coming from the riverbank. Fresh scratch marks, seeping blood, covered his scalp, making for a chilling sight.
Whenever Gaisa thinks, he subconsciously scratches his head. But this was the first time he had done it to such an extent.
Gaisa's fingernails were not long, but he was not aware of how much force he used—or perhaps he needed some pain.
It wasn't quiet around the Colonel, yet the oppressive atmosphere was nauseating. The messenger closest to the Colonel tried his best not to make any noise because no one wanted to be noticed by the Colonel.
Five battalions of Mont Blanc County soldiers arrayed themselves in the wheat field, their line extending from the ford outside River Valley Village to the edge of the farm's ridges.
Their enemies similarly arrayed on the opposite bank. Looking north, one could vaguely see the gun tips floating in the white smoke.
