The night sky was pitch black, as if the stars had been wiped away, leaving only the bright moon hanging high.

In the camp, a group of soldiers sat around several campfires, their faces grim as they stared at the number tags in their hands.

Yes, they had been grouped by Bai Ye, just like they had done with the Wastelanders before. Twenty people per group, monitoring each other—if one ran, the whole group would die.

The officer had become the overseer. Bai Ye told him that if one person ran, he would cut off a piece of his flesh. The terrified officer didn't dare blink, keeping a close watch on the soldiers.