Gao Yang sat across from Yarebin, and with a smile, said, "Teacher, I've decided to go to the Northwest Border."
Yarebin glanced at Gao Yang and said softly, "Oh, heading to the Northwest Border? When do you depart?"
"Leaving tonight at the latest, heading to a small village named Afara at the Northwest Border, just a dozen kilometers from Shah Naidiran."
Yarebin pondered for a moment, frowned, and said, "That's the border, and the frontline at that. Why go so forward? You must know that everything you're good at is of no use in a large-scale war. If a war breaks out, your position would be very dangerous."
Gao Yang whispered, "I'm a bit anxious. We've been constantly recruiting, and now we have more than 360 people ready to be deployed. The price of being well-prepared is very high. Our daily expenditure is nearly one million US dollars, every single day costing one million!"
Yarebin said in astonishment, "Why do you need so much money?"
