Chapter 65 - Chapter 65: 56. The wise sleep less. (1/2)

chapter 65: 56. the wise sleep less.

translator: 549690339

in mars squad’s tent.

noland lee was placed on a chair by the guards.

about one minute after the guards left, a sharp whistle suddenly rang out in the camp.

“twee! twee! twee!”

this was the whistle that scouts would blow when they encountered an emergency situation:

“report, chief officer! there’s a big problem! the undead on the first

underground level and underground layer 2 have revived ahead of time! they’re assembling a huge army and surrounding our camp!”

pim’s voice reached noland lee’s ears:

“stay calm, soldiers! …everyone, listen up! i command you to defend the camp at all costs! no retreat!”

“chief officer, what about lieutenant grett on the third underground level?

we must go and save him!”

“no, soldiers, i will go save him! i will lead my strongest men and venture down to the third underground level to rescue lieutenant grett. you all must stay here and hold the position! understand? don’t let lieutenant grett return to see a devastated camp!”

“yes, chief officer!”

pim’s speeches were impassioned and stirring, touching the hearts of the soldiers on the scene.

his military intelligence second division soldiers and all of alvin army’s soldiers were left behind.

only four guards followed him, leaving the camp to rescue lieutenant grett on the third underground level

noland lee supported his head and sat on the chair, his grin gradually growing more pronounced.

he didn’t know how pim had caused the undead to revive ahead of time.

he only knew that pim was now rushing to the third underground level and would definitely run into murphy’s gun.

noland lee closed his eyes, intending to rest for a bit to let the side effects of the soul interrogation potion dissipate, as his head felt like a spinning top was constantly turning…

the next second, he opened his eyes, and a self-critical light flickered in their depths.

what are you thinking about, noland?

pim is not dead yet, how can you sleep?

how can you be so sure that he will definitely die at murphy’s hands?

if he doesn’t die, won’t he still be a never-ending trouble?

only when he’s dead and turned to dust, you, noland lee, have the right to get a good night’s sleep!

noland lee deeply criticized his own laziness.

he lifted his hand to hold the chair’s armrest, suppressing his dizziness as he stood up.

if pim is doomed to die, then noland lee should also put additional layers of iron plates and rivets on pim’s coffin!

only then could he put his mind at ease completely.

…ah, many times, being a wise schemer is such a hassle.

the more you think, the more you worry, the less time you have for a sound sleep.

it’s better to be a simple-minded, physically strong violent machine.

it doesn’t matter if you’re bullied, you can always learn from the crow brother and flip the table.

unfortunately, his acquired system isn’t as incredible as it seems, unable to make him invincible in a short period of time…

noland lee shook his head, trying hard to suppress the dizziness in his mind.

he glanced at the empty tent and sighed quietly in his heart.

he picked up the rifle leaning against the wall and staggered away from the spot, stepping into the chaotic frontlines of the battlefield.

pulling open the curtain and stepping outside the tent, noland lee witnessed the grand scene of the undead revival.

faint purple-black qi flow seeped out from the floor cracks and extended straight upwards.

countless bone fragments floated up from the ground, driven by the purple-black qi flow, and hovered in mid-air.