When Gao Huan woke up again, he found himself in a light tank, which was crowded with smelly soldiers, making the cabin smell like a can that had been sour for half a month in a hot summer.
His itching skin reminded him of what happened just now. Infuriated, the captain shot him with a water gun for half an hour and finally washed the filth and the drunkenness off from him.
Gao Huan was finally back to himself now, and he could more or less distinguish the fuzzy faces of the companions next to him now: Bug, Leech, Black Leopard, One-eyed Tiger… All of them were his comrades who had been fighting with him.
Their clothes were ragged and sloppy, making them look more like beggars than the elite soldiers of the fourth regiment, but the same tattoos on their chests spoke of their toughness in silence. It was a burning saber that pierced through a black heart, with "Never To Forgive" engraved on the saber.
It was the emblem of their battle unit.
