Chapter 72 - Chapter 72: 59. Finger Bone Magic Wand (1/2)

chapter 72: 59. finger bone magic wand

translator: 549690339

haste results in failure.

impatience leads to mistakes.

noland lee understood these principles.

as much as he wanted to get hold of the item in the tent, he maintained a calm mindset, not letting his urgency affect him.

he looked around the campsite, his gaze sweeping over the numerous tents.

sergeant alvin stafford, the commander of the imperial army, was bedridden with illness.

acting commander pim had left the campsite under the pretext of rescuing the

chief officer, and had already met his end at the hands of murphy, thanks to noland lee and the sword shark people.

the command authority on the scene was undoubtedly vacant, with nobody in control.

the various combat squads could only engage the enemy according to pre-arranged battle plans.

the chief officer’s guards were responsible for overseeing the battle.

they had followed their superiors through intense, continuous fighting, consuming a great deal of life force and suffering heavy losses.

now, only four guards appeared on the front line, barely maintaining order in battle.

as for pim’s guards, they had all been taken away by pim himself and were not in the camp at the moment.

this meant that pim’s tent was likely unguarded!

as long as they could bypass the supervisory guards, they would be able to explore pim’s tent.

noland lee pondered for a moment, crouched down, and picked up the ammunition box on the ground.

he iozzed awav from barrier 8, pretendinq to urqentlv need more ammunition, running past the guards on the high platform.

“sin soldier no. 888!” the guard, clutching his rifle, stared intently at the soldiers on the front line. as soon as he saw noland lee emerge from the shelter, he looked over.

“sir, chief officer!” noland lee stood still and looked up at the guard on the high platform.

the guard glanced left and right, leaned slightly, and said to noland lee:

“sergeant alvin stafford woke up a little while ago. he knows that pim interrogated you without authorization and lost his temper, causing him to pass out again. don’t worry, we’ll definitely settle the score with pim.” “thank you, chief officer.”

“…you’re the one who saved sergeant alvin stafford and the rest of us sergeants. we can’t let division intelligence unit two suppress you. otherwise, where would we, the military officers, put our faces?

the guard looked in the direction of barrier 8:

“it’s a pity, mars squad suffered heavy casualties. sergeant mike adams was seriously injured and unconscious, and corporal mars has yet to return. it’s not easy for you, a single sin soldier, to hold out…”

the guard looked down at the empty box in noland lee’s hands:

“are you out of ammunition? hurry up and load up.”

“yes, chief officer.”

noland lee breathed a sigh of relief, ran past the high platform with increased speed, and rushed into the densely populated campsite.

there weren’t many people in the camp; the hurried soldiers coming and going were all there to transport ammunition.

as long as they avoided the route from the supply tents to the front line, it would be fine.