Even under the constraints of wartime economic policies limiting consumption, the capital was still brimming with laughter and joy. This joy quickly spread to the Near East frontlines.
Even within the Orc Great Camp, one could sense this joy. However, instead of sharing in it, the orcs were consumed by endless fury.
Amid the chaos, Daniel coldly asked, "Which wave of attacks was this from the enemy?"
Putting on a convincing act, to deceive the orcs, Hudson had been sending out sabotage teams one after another recently, only for them to be conveniently ambushed and defeated by the enemy's pre-positioned garrison forces.
Having experienced this multiple times, Daniel had grown used to it. However, this time was different—the raiding team had charged directly at the Commander's Tent, nearly sending him, their Marshal, to meet the Beast God.
"Marshal, this was the ninth wave of enemy attacks!"
The guard replied, his body trembling.
