9:00 at night.0

That was precisely when the Fang Clan's patrol teams changed shifts.0

"I’ll leave the rest to you." Greyhound said with a yawn, his face marked with exhaustion. 0

As usual, he slung his rifle over his back, descended the stairs, and boarded a wooden raft to head to the military outpost on the outskirts of the 4th New District for shift change.0

Recently, things were not going well for them.0

The New Alliance's paratroopers seemed to have made contact with the local guerrillas, and the sound of gunfire in the eastern region was becoming more frequent.0

He could clearly feel that the combat skills and firepower of those guerrillas had become significantly stronger.0

Originally, those gophers only dared to snipe them with their iron pipe rifles in the dark, but now that had turned into hiding behind windows and firing at them with automatic rifles; some even with rocket launchers...0

It became very hard to defend against!0

Those paratroopers were not idle either. In addition to training the guerrillas,...0