Now, the fire outside the camp wall is raging, almost licking the wall as it burns, the flames reaching about half the height of the wall. Standing atop the wall, you can feel the scorching heat, sweat streaming down in sheets.
This is the southern side, and after dawn, the temperature shoots up rapidly—the camp wall is like a roasting oven.
"This won't do! We need saltwater! Tell the supply battalion to prepare large amounts of saltwater for the soldiers to drink, otherwise they'll be dehydrated in no time."
Chen Zifang, who had come along, was found by Shen Hao halfway and talked into leaving. An alchemist—even if he has some Cultivation, what does he know of slaughter? Following along would be utterly useless; it's better to let him work on something he's good at.
