Aston and his men initially assumed that Kisha and her people, despite their intimidating appearance, would be easy to get along with. They were even planning to share all their supplies so that no one in the team would go hungry.
In contrast, Aston’s team had very limited provisions, as they had exhausted their allocated supplies and the Minister of Defense was blocking any attempts to obtain more from the warehouse.
Aston’s men cheerfully helped Kisha and her group load the supplies onto the truck. Despite there being only ten of them, they brought along a large military truck—the only vehicle Aston could secure. Their ammunition was scarce, and the firearms were outdated and noisy. However, Aston preferred having these old models over going unarmed.
All the soldiers who accompanied Aston felt their commander was being openly bullied, and some of the other soldiers already regarded them as eyesores. Shortly after they finished loading the supplies onto the truck, another person carrying a military backpack came running towards them.
"Commander McMillan!" he shouted as he rushed towards them. "I also want to join you guys." He hoisted his backpack and added, "I brought additional supplies," beaming like the sun.
The newcomer had a typical boy-next-door charm, radiating friendliness and approachability. His smile exuded an innocence and purity that could easily be mistaken for naivety. He appeared quite young, likely around 20 to 22 years old.
"Why did you come? Didn’t I tell you to wait for our return and stay inside the shelter, doing minor tasks?" Aston berated the young man, sounding like a mother hen nagging her son. However, the newcomer just smiled foolishly at Aston, his stubborn expression making it clear he had no intention of going back.
"Commander, you saved me, gave me a new life, and even provided me with a position in the army so I could have my own provisions. It’s only right for me to accompany you on this dangerous mission." Seeing Aston about to explode with anger, he quickly added, "Besides, without you and the others here, they would only bully me, and my life would be even more miserable.
Out there, it might be dangerous, but I would gain experience and become more reliable in the future." The young man spoke with conviction, his youthful, handsome appearance reminiscent of a teen idol.
Or perhaps he truly had been an idol before the apocalypse descended on Earth. Despite his seemingly weak appearance, he had a well-toned physique, suggesting he wouldn’t be entirely useless in the field as long as he stuck close to them. His words were also reasonable, leaving Aston with no grounds to blow up at him.
However, Aston couldn’t bear the responsibility of taking another inexperienced person onto the battlefield. He had only sought help from Kisha and her group for this mission. He glanced at Kisha, standing nearby with Duke, who had his arm wrapped around her small waist.
Duke’s long spear was strapped to his back, while Kisha’s long and short katanas were also secured behind her, with daggers at their waists.
Observing Kisha and Duke, Aston sensed their confidence, as if venturing outside was as routine as stepping into their backyard. He glanced at Kisha, seeking her approval to bring another person along. Catching his gaze, Kisha met his eyes squarely. She had clearly heard the young man’s plea but remained indifferent. "Why are you looking at me? We’re simply paid as escorts.
Your team’s lineup is your responsibility," she stated matter-of-factly before returning her attention to the horizon.
In reality, Kisha was surveying their territory, assessing its development firsthand using the territory pack’s hologram feature. Meanwhile, Melody continued her efforts to win over the people on the base, striving to leave a better impression by working diligently, much like her brother did in the kitchen.
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