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After several fires were extinguished, wreckage still emitted black smoke, and the scent of gunpowder hung everywhere in the shattered barracks.
Injured soldiers lay in rows on white cloths on the ground, accompanied by wails as they awaited basic medical treatment.
The chain of command had been abruptly decapitated, the barracks attacked and thrown into chaos, compounded by the escape of the last detained experimental subjects, and the constant pressure from monsters outside.
This had caused immense damage to the base.
With a broken arm simply splinted with a plank, Park Ji-hyun's face also bore traces of soot from the gunpowder.
Yet these injuries and marks, as she stood there, gave her a heroic bearing, adding an air of authority which made it easier to resonate with the soldiers.
Compared to the previous high-and-mighty commanders who were never seen, the likewise injured Park Ji-hyun had temporarily gained recognition.
