"Grass..."
Looking at the messy military base in front of us, the man in bulletproof armor standing at the gate of the camp couldn't help but burst out a rude remark.
His name is Wag, and he belongs to the Ninth Thousand of the Thirty Thousand, and he leads a ten man team. He is stationed at the outpost about 20 kilometers away from here, responsible for monitoring the northwest valley of camp 530, and guarding a relay signal tower.
An hour ago, he received a message from the Ninth Thousand People Team that 530 camp did not routinely report the security situation and did not respond to the communication from the command post, so he immediately took his troops down there to have a look to see what they were