A few Chuckna Mechanic Soldiers covered in grease were busy repairing Mecha. Next to them, inside an unfolded Cooking Mecha, more than a dozen sweating Cook Soldiers were making lunch. A small patrol squad of soldiers walked past the edge of the trench. A soldier in the trench stuck out half his head, saying something to the patrol leader.
The farther you looked, the more Chuckna Soldiers there were. These soldiers in filthy uniforms whose original colors were impossible to tell sat around together; some were holding meetings, some were dozing, some were maintaining their guns, and some were just staring into space out of sheer boredom.
When they saw the bandit army, most people here turned their eyes over. Their gazes were full of curiosity.
"General, this way please." A waiting Colonel Chuckna turned sideways and made a gesture.
