"Quit the fucking chatter, brothers, let's take on those foreign bastards."
"Right, right, right, brothers, let's fight."
The members of the Sky Scorpio Combat Team were calm and simple. Most of them wore smiles on their faces. After burying those things, they stood up, shook the dirt off their bodies, and even started chatting about home and talking about the mountains.
This was the spirit of Red Thorn, the soldiers of the legendary Sky Scorpio from the Devil Training Camp. It seemed to them as if death, looming right before their eyes, was not impending doom but a counter-terrorism elite game that could be paused at any time.
But of course, this was no game. Once it was GAMEOVER, there was no do-over.
This was an anthem about passion, youth, glory, and honor.
However, once they crossed that national border, glory and honor, two things that meant so much to ordinary soldiers, would have nothing to do with them anymore.
