Section 702 - Eastern Warzone Camp

"I don't want friends to meet on the battlefield again,"

Minante stared out of the airship window, where the vast horizon visibly slanted.

Because he was young, he once yearned for war.

But now, he had grown weary of it.

Apart from the so-called military exploits and honors, he had gained little and had lost good friends, becoming the executioner he most despised, unable to find peace for the rest of his life.

"If we meet on the battlefield again..."

Chen Fei reached out and patted Minante's shoulder.

"Don't hold back!"

"You..."

Chen Fei's knack for bringing up uncomfortable topics earned him a fierce glare from Minante.

Such a grown man, yet incapable of saying a word of comfort?

"Since you chose to go to war, you should focus on the present without distractions and not leave any regrets. Rest assured, I will not hold back,"

Chen Fei smiled, having nearly lost his life several times himself, what good did it do to think too much?