Gao Yang felt he could hardly bear it any longer. War wasn't a joke—it was about life and death. To deploy a well-trained Special Forces unit to a tough battlefield could potentially end in heavy casualties and failure. Sending some soldiers to unsuitable combat positions while expecting them to enter the fray within a month was tantamount to murder.
The selection process for Special Forces was supposed to be about picking the best of the best, favoring quality over quantity. Even though picking the best didn't guarantee victory, a higher starting point was ultimately advantageous.
Faru could no longer think of anything to say. He sat there, furrowing his brows, deep in thought.
As for Gao Yang, his complexion had turned ashen with anger.
