The Romantic Truth
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The stuffy heat felt like a big hand that strangled everyone's neck, making it difficult to breathe. Every breath of hot air into the soldiers' lungs felt like a ball of fire going down their throats. Everyone's trachea and lungs seemed to have been severely burned.
Timus had carefully put away the small box and picked up the Greatsword of Meredith that he had thrown on the ground.
He turned around and looked at the soldiers behind him. Every one of them looked sickly and very weak.
Timus sighed and turned around, "Don't you all want to continue fighting?"
No one dared to respond to this question. In a war, if a soldier said that he did not want to continue fighting, then he would be no different from a deserter.
In a more serious case, he could even be charged with treason.
The scene suddenly became terrifyingly quiet. Only the sounds of heavy and oppressive breathing could be heard around them.