Fang Huai stepped out of the star-studded world and plunged into the competition area, attending to the tasks expected of a grassroots soldier.
Over the past half year, he had grown accustomed to the world seemingly expanding and contracting. Sometimes, he was the golden child in the eyes of the leadership; sometimes, he was the engine of the squadron; and at times, he was the war god of the bloodstained battleground.
But today, there were simply too many war gods.
Starting from the morning's second comprehensive rescue technique drill, the Guizhou Brigade was feeling the strain.
Just in the morning's competition of 15 teams, they had only managed to secure fourth place.
All morning, the members of the Guizhou team grumbled: Damn it, Guangdong is too fierce, Hunan is too fierce, Liaoning is too fierce, Shandong...
Of course, other teams were also looking at them with surprise.
Damn, Guizhou is calling others fierce, do you not know how fierce you are?
