"Fatty, everything is ready." The little kid climbed up the small hill and sat next to Fatty.
The air among the mountains was cold and fresh. The sunlight slanted gently on the slope where the two were sitting, offering a faint warmth. The little boy's beautiful golden curls were so dirty that their color was indistinguishable, and his small clothes and pants were smeared with mud. Fatty wasn't much better off; his bandit army uniform could be tossed directly into the trash.
"Yeah." Fatty nodded and continued to stare blankly at the mountain below.
The mountain was filled with Jiepeng Mecha, advancing steadily. The last battle would commence in no more than ten minutes.
Counting the reinforcing troops, the chance of survival for their squad was no more than thirty percent.
"Are you really planning to go through with it?" The little kid chewed on a blade of grass, gazing worriedly at the Jiepeng Forces on the opposite hill.
