So these are the fabled pale blue reapers of Marshall Feng.
Some of them can't even handle the sight of blood.
Why could the heavens not spare them. They are not fit for war.
Then again, who is.
The soldiers carried Lieutenant Zhang into the base, falling for the charade without contemplation.
Young and naïve. Lucky for us. We constructed our plan to limit casualties as much as possible, for both sides, but we are not fools.
The lives of our own, the sanctity of brotherhood, will forever be valued more than a fellow Tang in another army.
Our successes are built on the backs of the hardships we comrades have endured. Our fraternity is unbreakable.
Bonds forged in blood. Trauma shared in bulk.
Comrades fall, but their efforts propel us forwards. We are the Azure Leopards, and no matter how underhanded our tactics are, we will achieve success.
Captain Aicin, our venerable leader, has always imposed the value of brotherhood onto us. And especially now, for our biggest contract yet, we must hold on to it.
In brotherhood we find strength and stability; An eternal fraternity which provides ever flowing strength.
"Lieutenant Jiang. Remember your task.", whispered Zhao.
"Brother Zhao. You need not remind me. We did not both become lieutenants undeservingly."
Zhao, still looking ahead, nodded.
"I trust you will carry out your task diligently as well."
With that he walked off to follow Zhang, who was being carried to the hospital. It seemed that the Captain had also disappeared into the battalions of gawkers. Time for me to get going too.
Now time to give myself a grand tour of the Xiangyang NPA base.