"Come, come, everyone, come over, pick up your letters. Hey, over there, no cutting in line, no pushing. Everyone send your own squad leader, otherwise, we won't hand them out."
"Yours, four letters... Yours, five letters, hold them carefully. It rained yesterday, the ground is damp, and the words got smudged by the water, don't come looking for me. Hey, let me check, yes, yes, there it is."
Early in the morning, the army camp was bustling.
The atmosphere was agitated, visible to the naked eye.
Struggling to absorb the effects of the conflict medicine, Liang Qu opened his eyes. Hearing the noise outside, he lifted the curtain and followed the sound out.
"General!"
At the fence, a soldier saluted.
