February 26th, somewhere along the northern border of Ceres, Fusang Empire's occupation army outpost.
The squad leader of the outpost, Kameda, was celebrating his birthday today, so all the soldiers in the squad had worked as laborers for a nearby landlord for the past few days, finally managing to collect some white rice.
The squad leader even specially instructed to trade the ammunition of the crooked-barrel heavy machine gun to the guerrillas in the district for a few chickens. At last, the outpost had some meat today.
Early in the morning, the outpost was bustling with activity.
Kameda stood atop the outpost, letting out a deep sigh: "Over a decade ago, when I just arrived in Ceres, the local dignitaries would line up to offer gifts for my birthday. A mere ten years later, this place has become our burial ground."
Just as he finished speaking, the sky echoed with a whistling sound.
