Only someone with charisma could be a general. A soldier that could not make his comrades trust him could be a good soldier, but he could never lead.
Obviously, Han Sen was equipped with this charisma. It was just that he had never had a chance to use it properly.
Sweating heavily and burning his muscles, Han Sen felt like he was a beast on fire, squandering his wild nature and rushing toward the end.
Many soldiers clenched their fists at some point and stared at Han Sen, as if they were in the device with him. When Han Sen finally reached the end, everyone felt relieved and incredibly pleased.
Applause sounded like thunder.
"Chief, cookhouse soldier Han Sen has finished the test. Waiting for your instruction." Han Sen saluted the officer judging the test. As he moved his arm, sweat fell, reflecting sunlight and the vital energy of youth.
"At ease. Well done, you can go back to your seat," the officer said with a smile.
