Inside a trench built with concrete and patterned steel.
This trench is three meters wide, forming a staircase shape at the front, and the rear consists of shallow holes that serve as air raid shelters to evade enemy bombings.
The dark trench emits snoring sounds. The stench of feet mixed with the scent of blood permeates the air as some soldiers, with blood-stained bandages wrapped around their heads, are deep in slumber, while others are muttering to themselves, and some are even kneeling down to pray.
"God of Dawn in my heart, please forgive my wickedness..."
The aide places one hand on her chest, murmuring prayers under her breath. More convincingly, she is speaking in a dialect from a small place in the Sun Kingdom.
"Female soldier, if I'm not mistaken, your hometown is Wuya Fan."
A deputy-chief of the Sun Kingdom sits beside the aide, his demeanor quite friendly.
"Hmm?"
