The vibrant Baiyue Province, the picturesque Mantou Harbor, Parry was sitting one meter above the ground on a steel framework, immersively welding under the scorching sun and wearing a safety helmet.
There was no war or plague here, nor any foolishness like Teil, only a blistering sun and bothersome mosquitoes and flies, making it feel as if Bartoya Province in the mortal purgatory was separated not by an Earth, but by several light-years of stars.
In fact, setting aside the myriad species of insects, this place was quite livable.
The only flaw was that the fertile land inevitably made people become lazy and slack.
Just two months was enough to make him forget the half-year military career completely, and he no longer thought about "for His Excellency the Marshal" or "fighting for the land under the sun."
After all, the impression left by that shipping container in his mind was too profound...
"Have some water."
