Yuan Qing was panting, her drenched bangs sticking to her charming face, and she had torn off her broken military uniform to reveal a tight black tank top, her fair skin, and an enchanting waistline.
Such a stunning scene contrasted starkly with the searing Iron Bow in her hand.
At that moment, the helicopter had already landed beside her, and her adjutant stepped out, holding a tablet computer to analyze the battlefield situation.
"It seems the quality of these new recruits is quite average," he said.
Leaning on the helicopter door, Yuan Qing watched the ongoing battle outside the camp and said indifferently, "Do I need to go back and defend?"
Each time new soldiers arrived, the camp was thrown into chaos, watching them fumble in their fight against the Specter Fiends was like seeing her past self.
Even though she had said before that if the new soldiers couldn't even deal with these Specter Fiends, they might as well find a place to commit suicide.
