Chapter 432: The Oasis Beneath the Mountains and the Truth Behind the Legend

"Achoo—"

General McClellan, standing at the entrance of the tent, sneezed. He didn't manage to bite down in time and accidentally spat the cigarette butt from his mouth into the sand.

He rubbed his sunburnt nose and glanced at the discarded cigarette on the ground, muttering a curse under his breath.

"Damn it."

Although this was a perfect plan, the indignation still lingered in his heart at the thought that he, a dignified two-star General and the noble "Conqueror of the Skies," was reduced to overseeing construction work in the desert.

And for some reason,

He had been feeling a chill down his spine since a while ago.

This kind of feeling had occurred two or three months earlier, and it was not long after that when the propeller of his beloved Iron Heart had entangled a hydrogen balloon that drifted from who knows where.

He still couldn't be sure which damn fool had released that balloon...