Zhao Jun held the control stick tightly in his hand. Sweat was coming out of his hand continuously before evaporating in an instant.
Zhao Jun was nervous. There seemed to be a huge problem weighing down on his heart.
At first, he thought that there was nothing he was frightened of. However, when he had to give the order for his team to fight with a mecha clan that vastly outnumbered them, Zhao Jun suddenly realized he wasn't as fearless as he thought.
Although he had been through countless torturous battles and had fearlessly led his mecha team to fight on the first line of offense, he realized he could do all those war god-like acts because he had comrades he could trust behind him, and at anytime he was no longer able to withhold any longer, his trusty comrades would lead reinforcements to save him.
