One hundred li away from Magic Mosquito Valley, in an open area, the Eighth Battalion of the Southern Expedition Army made camp, setting up their new garrison.
At this moment, having undergone a night of rest, the soldiers took on a completely new look, instantly sweeping away the exhaustion of their overnight journey. Every single one of them was full of vigor and high-spirited.
However, as their thoughts drifted toward the upcoming offensive against Magic Mosquito Valley, the atmosphere within the camp quietly shifted, and the previously high morale instantly plummeted.
Chapter 237