Anning had a restless sleep tonight.
He kept dreaming that Lana died in a night raid, then came looking for him with head in hand, repeatedly asking, "Did I help at all?"
So, before the sky brightened, Anning got up.
When he went to bed last night, he only took off his outerwear, so now his undershirt and such were all wrinkled.
Anning didn't care about that, he put on his outerwear, lifted the curtain, and stepped outside.
The first streaks of dawn had already appeared in the East, and the soldiers in the camp were gathered around the campfire, holding cups, unsure if they were drinking coffee or tea.
Seeing Anning come out, they all stood up: "General!"
That posture almost made Anning hallucinate that they were shouting "Loyalty".
Anning: "Keep drinking your tea, it's not time to assemble yet."
"It's coffee, Your Excellency," a chubby Sergeant said.
