One could imagine the psychological pressure if they stayed with the criminals they killed.
No. 19 was even supporting himself in a pool of blood. Blood seeped through the camouflage fabric. No. 19 could feel how thick and sticky the blood was.
The 30 intern soldiers who entered the village each had their own combat positions. They completed the peripheral encirclement and provided cover and support to their comrades who went deep into the combat.
No. 26, No. 18, and No. 16 guarded the battlefield with the most concentrated firepower. Xia Jinyuan, who had brought his soldiers to support them, rushed over with a dark expression. He was going toward the three intern soldiers who had been fighting till their hearts were beating like drums. The more they fought, the braver they would become. The more they fought, the less afraid they would be.
"No. 18, position!"
Even his voice was cold and sharp through the earpieces. No. 18 immediately reacted and told him the location.
