"Could it be an illusion?"
After several instances of alertly looking back due to the sensation of being watched, the squadron leader saw nothing.
Turning his head with some trepidation, the man couldn't help but sigh internally, "It seems I'm only superficially sane, while the psychological aftermath of that war has penetrated deep into my marrow."
"And who knows what those above are thinking, actually sending me back to the jungle, damn it."
Because of his past exemplary performance in the Yingye Forests, the squadron leader, now supposed to be in retirement within the king's troops, was given a heavy responsibility five years ago.
He needed to infiltrate the forests of Sertar Empire's Southern Ridges, assist, help, support the local natives in resisting the imperial tyranny, establish modernized armament, and strike against the empire's official domination in the Nanling Forests.