C159 Rocky on the caution machine

I wandered the line for another day, watching the last rays of the setting sun fade. I was glad that I had spent the day in peace.

But in three days, the war would be inevitable.

Just then, someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind.

I turned around and saw that it was actually Bi Shuman. I asked doubtfully: Chief of Staff, what's the matter?

Bi Shuman had set her sights on this woman