Tap, tap. Several people hurried down a long corridor, all dressed in military uniforms.
At the front was a young man of about twenty-four or twenty-five, tall, handsome, and striking in appearance. His face had the soft contours of a pretty young idol, giving him a faintly adorable air. Yet his entire presence stood straight as a javelin and struck as fiercely as a storm.
With those long legs constantly swinging forward, he was exactly the kind of dashing, handsome man young women loved most.
And he was no ordinary handsome man.
A unit patch was fixed to his left arm, while the rank on his shoulder showed that he was a captain.
Anger simmered beneath his handsome features, leaving the young soldier following behind him scarcely daring to breathe.
The soldier could only trail after him on light feet, forcing out a bitter smile as he whispered, "Company Commander, I was wrong..."
"Don't tell me that—go tell Old Squad Leader!" The handsome young man finally erupted in thunderous fury. "Do you have any idea what Old Squad Leader means to us? A family with an elder is like a family with a treasure; Old Squad Leader is the treasure of our company! And you still dared to stir up trouble without knowing your own strength? Just wait—I'll whip you half to death!"
The soldier gave an awkward laugh, his heart full of guilt.
How could he not know how important Old Squad Leader was?
That was a man who had come out of East Wind Company—the company known as "Hanging Sword, charging forward without retreat," "The Last Heroic Company of Paratroopers."
Old Squad Leader was the company's Sergeant Major. Since joining the army, he had earned six individual First-Class Merits and six collective First-Class Merits, along with countless other