As Mr. Li Aozi finished speaking, all that was left was the howling of frost snow and sand dust.
"...Are you fucking kidding us!?"
The enraged mechanic, Yin Xifeng, shouted, and following that, the displeased driver, Zhang Shengnan, immediately swiveled the cannon to aim at Li Aozi on the ground.
"Such a pity—looks like, men of the nation are just that, give them an inch, and they'll take a mile."
Uzida, the tank commander, shrugged:
"Mr. Li Aozi, it seems you have no clue what 'not knowing whether you're dead or alive' means—it means no one will bother even if you're tortured half to death."
"Truly?"
Li Aozi chuckled, shifting the conversation:
"Then it seems you no longer want the hostages alive."
His voice was magnetic, and his handsome face made it impossible for people to look away, each word clearly etched into the brains of the crew members.
