Li Zhi looked back at the soldiers.
"Do you have the confidence that, within ten years, you can fill a hall with your honors?"
The three leaders were all experienced at ideological work. In a few words, with hope imbued in each, they stirred the hearts of the soldiers behind them.
"Yes!"
This year, the Second Squadron had undergone tremendous changes.
Everyone knew what it used to be like.
He Zhijun was borrowed by the First Squadron, Luo Ye was transferred to Chongqing, and talents were cultivated for others. But whenever there was a Martial Arts Competition, the newcomers couldn't step up, and the veterans were pushed by the Squadron to rejuvenate themselves. They pondered how to maintain the honor of the Provincial Special Duty Team for the Squadron. Xiong Jie developed many problems from training and had to be hospitalized.
