During this time, Xu Wuyi also got to know the other Martial Artists at the base.
Most of them welcomed his arrival. After all, an additional strong ally was always a good thing.
But some were skeptical. Xu Wuyi was too young, and having just been transferred from the front lines, it was inevitable that some would question his combat experience.
Xu Wuyi offered no explanation, simply going about his business quietly.
On the evening of the fifth day, Shi Yue knocked on his door.
"The orders are in." Shi Yue's expression was grim. "All combat personnel are to assemble in the command hall at 0400 tomorrow. The fish... has taken the bait."
A sharp glint flashed in Xu Wuyi's eyes.
"The exact location?"
"Area B-11, code-named 'Wind-Corroded Valley'." Shi Yue lowered his voice. "One of our reconnaissance squadrons 'accidentally' exposed their position there. They're currently being surrounded by Feathered People forces. About three hundred of them, all elites."
"The bait?"
