"Xiang Ziyu, cover our retreat!" the squad leader called out to Xiang Ziyu beside him after assigning the tasks.
He was protecting this soldier in the best way he could. This soldier had already performed exceptionally well during the landing, having earned much merit.
Under such circumstances, medals would be awarded at the end of the battle to recognize his achievements; such an outstanding soldier should not be put at risk again.
Xiang Ziyu understood the squad leader's care for him and had no objections. On the contrary, he thought that it wouldn't be fair for one person to take all the credit—what about his comrades?
So Xiang Ziyu nodded, picked up his Thompson submachine gun, and followed behind the other paratroopers, climbing out of the trench that had already been captured for some time.
