All the soldiers of Fortress 178 felt an unparalleled sense of belonging to the ancient fortress, but Ren Xiaosu was still very curious. "The interior consortiums never told their residents about your efforts and achievements before, so the residents don't even know who's keeping the peace for them. Even so, y'all are still willing to continue guarding it?"
"Whether they know or not, that's their problem." Zhang Xiaoman smiled and said, "But guarding this place is our business."
As they were now carrying more ammunition and supplies, the weight on each person's back was almost as heavy as half their own weight.
Although everyone was complaining that they were really tired, no one was willing to throw away the ammunition because they depended on it for survival on the battlefield.
Using Zhang Xiaoman's own words, when the war arrived, they could only trust the guns in their hands, the bullets in the magazines, and their comrades in the trenches.
