"Xingtian Squad on the job!"
Xu Yong responded, a sense of inexplicable pride swirling in his heart. The name Xingtian carried a magic power, the most coveted hall of honor for every King of Soldiers.
Su Sheng had effortlessly led his team past the defense line without showing himself, and now only three kilometers remained to the entrance of the relic.
Night had fallen, the dense jungle shrouded in fog, electronic devices malfunctioned, and compasses lost their functionality, making everyone's nerves tense.
But then there was a snap, and the soldiers were startled, only to find out it was the boss lighting a cigarette with his lighter—an elementary mistake. How could he not control his craving for a smoke at such a time? Yet, no one dared to criticize him.
"Everyone, stay relaxed. Once we spot the enemy, I'll draw their fire, but the time you'll have to act will be very brief, because once I make my move, you'll have no credit left."
