After arriving at the base, it was already 7 a.m.
Gather the troops.
Looking at the solemn faces before him, mixed with excitement and unease, Zhou Mikang felt the melancholy inside him swept away, replaced by a surge of passion.
A true man should die on the battlefield, he certainly didn't wish to die there, but he wanted to achieve great things on the battlefield, to make his family proud of him, his young wife proud of him!
Xu Zhenghong had also come early, and a higher-ranking leader had already spoken to them days before to bolster their spirits. Now, their departure would be quiet.
"Is everyone ready?"
"Yes!"
"Move out!"
"Yes!"
The line of troops snaked away, while those left behind spontaneously stood along the road, solemnly watching everyone leave.
Xu Zhenghong patted Zhou Mikang on the shoulder, "Regimental Commander Zhou, we're waiting for you!"
"Yes, Division Commander!" Zhou Mikang saluted and, turning, strode along with the troops.
