"Hehehe——"
The crowing rooster announced the time with a loud call, as the oppressive wind made the red and black banners sway side to side.
It had been five scorching sunny days since the Salvation Army captured Monkulus Manor, finally ushering in a humid and oppressive overcast day.
The sauna-like heat swept over this small fortress, and as usual, the construction site was a scene of bustling activity, with increasingly irritable brigade commanders.
"I'll █ your kin's ▇! The template is set! The frame is up! Where's my mortar? Where the hell is my mortar?!!!"
"You said it would start at 9, and now it's 12 and the mortar hasn't arrived, and you tell me they're gone?!"
"What the █ are you eating for, get to work quickly, finish this and I'll treat you to meat tonight!"
After two days of material transportation and three days of construction, the fortress's outline was gradually taking shape.
