Perhaps Pierre was thinking that the two of them were moving too fast, so he personally poured a bucket of cold water over his relationship with Bethania.
As the convoy leisurely drove north, Milo thought to himself that he had not given Pierre any advice this time. Pierre was self-taught and purely gifted.
When they passed by Mt. Dashi, the large convoy took a break there and got reorganized.
The camp where they rested was the site where P5092 had set an ambush for the barbarians to attack. Milo was very familiar with this place, but he wondered where all the barbarians’ corpses had gone.
After getting out of the vehicle, everyone could hear the Pyro Company’s soldiers discussing as they smoked, “I heard that Commander P5092 killed over a 100 barbarians here. Apparently, the barbarians were in such despair. I didn’t expect Commander P5092 to have anticipated an attack by them on the camp.”
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