The brief two-minute break was fleeting.
Zheng Qing opened his eyes at the very moment the last second ticked away on the stopwatch, shifting from his resting position.
He turned to the others, his brow furrowing slightly. "Didn't I tell you all to rest? On the battlefield, even two to three minutes of rest is a precious resource. We can't afford to waste it".
Inside the defensive shield, Xiao Xiao was engrossed in his notes. Zhang Ji Xin and Xin Fat Man just stared absently at the flying wooden spears outside, not blinking an eye.
Almost nobody had followed Zheng Qing's orders.
"Who can rest in this kind of situation!" Xin Fat Man stared at the crumbling golden defensive shield, his words tinged with fear.
Zheng Qing let out a sigh of disappointment.
After all, they weren't experienced veterans. Leading them felt somewhat restraining.
At that thought, he suddenly realized something and shook his head forcefully in astonishment.
