Outskirts of Hengcheng.
As the various units of the Volunteer Army gradually encircled 'Hengcheng' on the map, Jin Bin was busy with hard labor.
The white breath condensed into frost on the edge of the steel helmet, yet the pickaxe in his hand kept swinging. Even as a player, he couldn't avoid following orders like the other southern puppet troops doing hard labor.
Meanwhile, those United States soldiers were drinking hot coffee in their distant tents.
Jin Bin had also experienced the identity of a Volunteer Army soldier, but the treatment from 'Republic' soldiers towards their northern neighbors contrasted sharply with the attitude of the United States towards their southern puppet troops.
The situations were completely different.
At this time.
A voice came from the southern puppet army lieutenant in the trench, shouting harshly:
"Move faster!"
"Those 'Republic' people may attack anytime."
Jin Bin cursed silently:
"Damn it."
"Even in the game, there are lackeys."
