"From the moment we pulled the trigger, we vowed that we are one with our guns. When the gun falls, we shall fall. The gun is our lifeline, but what about you now?"
It's been two hours, and they had not gotten any sleep.
In the latter part of the battle, Wang Ye personally witnessed the seasoned squad leaders taking photos and stealing firearms.
They produced several whistles and blew them in unison.
The piercing sound of the whistle jolted the recruits lying on the ground, causing them to tremble.
Soon after, the entire company assembled.
In this moment, the unit was reorganized. Within the group, there were only a handful who still had their firearms.
Facing everyone, Wu Jianfeng wore a stern expression as he began admonishing them.
"As soldiers, our guns are our lives. If you're so careless as to lose your guns on the battlefield, tell me, what do you plan on fighting with?
Are you relying on that flawless face?
