The Rapid March Combat Camp originally wanted to rush over to retrieve the corpses, fearing not death.
But Lin Dongqi's command left the Human Corps conflicted.
"I'll retrieve the Grand General's corpse. I'll never agree to let him fall into the hands of Jing Niao City!"
"I don't agree either. Their Tuyue Warriors are already few; we can definitely charge past them, even if it costs a few sacrifices!"
"I know that big bowl; it's a transport demon tool from Jing Niao City's Printing Camp. It's not indestructible, just wasting some time. We certainly have a chance!"
"Sons of the Rapid March Camp who fear no death, follow me!"
Several Fifth-Grades roared.
Then, a middle-aged man dressed in the Rapid March Camp uniform directly raised his arm and shouted.
"I'll go!"
"I'll go too, I'm not afraid of death!"
"I'll retrieve the Grand General's corpse!"
Indeed, a dozen Fifth-Grade Martial Artists were eager to try.
The three kilometer journey had two challenges.
