"Have a cigarette?" "Captain."

On the southeast side of the Remot's defensive line, a soldier who was climbing down the iron stairs from the post tower and taking out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket asked Green.

Greene is 35 years old, just before his prime, the golden age of his life. With his height of 190CM and solid muscles, Glenn looked like an iron tower. He had a squarish face and a chin full of green stubble. Glenn's neck was short and thick, ...