War never stops.
Time swiftly passes by. As the war progresses, the weather grows increasingly hot, and midsummer has already arrived.
"It's really hot today."
A human soldier from the United Army sat under the shade of a tree, muttering as he used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Beside him, his companion was panting heavily, resting against the tree root.
"I really want to find a river to take a bath."
Upon hearing this, the seated soldier raised his hand and tapped the helmet of the other soldier.
"Don't be stupid, you're really not afraid of a rat stabbing you in the butt while you're bathing, and with a poisoned blade at that."
He said this because such instances had indeed happened before.
Under the large tree on the small hill, there were about twelve soldiers seated, forming a squad.
Looking down from the hill, one could clearly see that there were about dozens of soldiers maintaining order.
