Reincarnated: Vive La France - Chapter 207: "And if they think thirty-two graves at the edge of our border mean nothing, then I’ll remind them personally."

... igues, no insignia, no name tag.

Just a boy, maybe twenty, maybe less.

Gloved hands.

Pale neck.

A single, clean bullet wound through the chest.

Behind him, Rousseau's boots crunched through the frost, clipboard under one arm, a cigarette bent between his lips.

He paused, surveyed the body, then exhaled slow.

"That makes seventy-two confirmed enemy corpses," he muttered. "Plenty more in the brush. Some of 'em crawled off before dying."