After resting for three to four hours, Chen Shouyi couldn't lie down anymore.
He got up and walked out of the tent.
Not far away, the makeshift field hospital was faintly echoing with the painful moans of the wounded.
This place was barren, surrounded by mountains. Once, it would have been an ideal spot for a summer outing.
But now, it was enveloped in the smoke of war.
Since the mutations began, Jiangnan Province had not seen a day of peace.
War, death, happened every moment; peace had completely faded away, becoming a distant memory.
"Good day, Chief Consultant!" A young martial artist in his twenties quickly stood aside respectfully to greet Chen Shouyi upon seeing him on the road.
"Can't sleep?" Chen Shouyi glanced at the young martial artist, who wasn't much older than him, and asked.
