"The General is awake!"
The anxious Personal Guard Captain breathed a long sigh of relief.
On the bed.
Jin Zhu opened his eyes, his gaze bewildered and hollow. Although he had awakened, it seemed his consciousness had not fully returned, like a lifeless corpse, filled with a sense of death.
"General..."
Mu Lun, who had been keeping vigil by the bedside, reached out, waving a hand in front of him.
Finally.
Jin Zhu's gaze shifted.
Though the fall was severe, fortunately, it hadn't caused any major issues.
"General, are you all right?"
The Personal Guard Captain asked with concern. He could not afford to be careless; if anything happened to the General now, the vast Allied Army would surely disintegrate.
Of course.
The ammunition had been hijacked.
Five thousand troops had been scattered.
They were indeed close to falling apart.
