C271 Wasteland Trap Beast

Three days later.

The sky had just begun to brighten. I lay in the muddy trenches with a piece of sour moisturizer in my mouth, my eyes squinting. The people up there told us to sleep as much as we could before the battle to recuperate and gather our strength. However, other than San Mao, who is born with a lack of strength, I'm afraid no one else can sleep