She lifted her hand and clenched her fist.
"Live up to my conscience, for myself, for the people and for the uniform I am wearing!"
All the female soldiers shouted in unison with their powerful and roaring voice. Yes. This was the female troop's slogan. In here, they were not normal women but female soldiers. They were expected to be able to fight and kill in the battlefield like a man.
An indistinguishable figure was walking toward them from a place not far away. Maybe the weather was gloomy, maybe everyone's eyes were fogged up. All they could see was a man with a heavy accent approaching them as the blurry silhouette gradually turned into a clear portrait of a man.
