Houdel picked up the white powder that formed a line.
Hmm? Lime?
With a pre-planned route in mind and recalling the first debrief from the Quartermaster, Houdel's anxious heart finally calmed down—he had thought that baby-faced Kadar Lagray was going to lead them to defect.
Sure enough, after walking a short distance further, the baby face finally found what he was looking for.
He stopped in front of a small pile of stones.
It was a small triangular pile made of stones, very inconspicuous. If it weren't for the lime on the side facing everyone, it was uncertain if Kadar would have missed it.
"Alright, this is the spot," Kadar turned and beckoned to the cadets: "Sit down, rest on the spot."
"Rest here?" a cadet exclaimed, "But the cannon..."
Kadar hid his contempt for the half-baked ones, still smiling brightly, "Didn't I already say? At this distance, you are safe."
"But..."
