On the northern shore of Bartoya Province, at the garrison of the 117th Ten-thousand Men Team.
The soldiers digging trenches were in low spirits, their morale had hit rock bottom.
Across the sea was Welch Governorate, the shared homeland of their bodies and souls.
They couldn't understand why they had to aim their guns there, nor what their superiors were thinking or what they were guarding against.
If the Alliance wanted to land, wouldn't it be closer to land on the coast from the southwest?
To make such a large detour here is equivalent to placing the logistics supply line right under the Southern Legion's nose.
Moreover, they were even more puzzled by the actions targeted at civilians.
Even if it was to avoid civilian casualties by temporarily evacuating the elderly, women, and children to the north before the war reached their homeland, the entire evacuation plan was rather hasty...
