The few remaining soldiers were also in a state of shock, their minds going blank as if they had been struck by lightning.
Chu Feng glanced at them and calmly asked, "Do you think I have the authority to interfere in your affairs?"
The soldiers immediately knelt down on one knee, their voices filled with fanaticism and respect.
"We humbly welcome the God of War!"
They never expected that the Dragon Lord, who was always mysterious and rarely seen, would actually appear here, on the frontlines!
For these soldiers, besides being shocked, they were also excited and fervent!
He was their God of War, their military foundation!
"Please rise."
Chu Feng nodded, his gaze shifting toward the distant camps.
"Which one is Wu Yinglong's camp?"
"Erm…"
One soldier avoided eye contact, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and said, "The one in the middle, the most luxurious and lively one..."
Chu Feng's gaze swept over.
In the dim and elegant desert, only that camp stood out, exceptionally dazzling and lively.
There were lights and colors—extravagance beyond imagination.
The air was filled with the aroma of alcohol and the scent of grilled meat.
If one listened carefully, it seemed like there was women's laughter, men drinking and gambling, and joyful voices that filled the ears.
Completely out of sync with the surrounding atmosphere, it didn't resemble the headquarters of a frontline commander at all. If one didn't know, they would think it was the opening of a nightclub.
The soldiers lowered their heads, not daring to look at Chu Feng's expression at this moment.
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