The process of organizing supplies was a slow one. To save as much time as possible, every soldier was practically splitting themselves in two, packing up backpacks, tidying their gear. From early in the morning, they were relentlessly busy with their preparations.
Sitting in the armed jeep, staring at the electronic sand table topographic map, Feng Yi was lost in thought for a long time...
He asked himself, he wasn't strictly a military officer, hadn't studied any specialized courses, and had come this far through self-learning. While he was well-versed in military techniques, he had never considered that one day, he, as a second lieutenant, would be responsible for an entire platoon's retreat. Any personal advice that was adopted with the slightest negligence could potentially place the entire platoon in dire straits.
Feng Yi unconsciously started drinking as he looked around.
