As he spoke, he seemed to suddenly pause, as if realizing something, and he appeared to look back briefly, his gaze falling on the dormitory building. He hesitated for two seconds before suppressing his emotions and continuing.
"The honor of Red Thorn was forged in the blood of our martyrs. As special forces soldiers of the Republic, we do not have a peacetime in our eyes. War is our mission; when the motherland needs us, we are the sharp knives thrust into the enemy's heart. The glorious Red Thorn Special Forces, our name is Red Thorn!"
"Roar, roar, roar... Kill, kill, kill... The spirit of Red Thorn will never perish..."
"Our name is Red Thorn... Our red name is Red Thorn... The spirit of Red Thorn will never perish..."
From the parade ground came the impassioned, hoarse roars of soldiers, stirring the blood of those who heard them—
"Number off..."
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."
"Report to the captain, the troop assembly is complete, please give instructions."
