With each passing second, Battalion Commander Tang Mo had actually moved away from that mass grave, yet he still had the illusion that he could smell the stench of death.
He involuntarily moved even further away, then rubbed his nose with his hand and looked anxiously towards the direction of the mass grave.
Because of this matter, he had handed over the command of the landing operations to the commander of the second battalion, and the number of soldiers here had increased from a dozen to over thirty.
Almost everyone who saw the large pit was stunned by what lay before them; these warriors, who wouldn't bat an eyelid when killing on the battlefield, had no immunity to such a rotting and foul scene.
They could kill on the battlefield without any psychological burden, not even a frown from Lina. But to slaughter civilians, they indeed needed some mental preparation.
