Old soldiers never died; as long as they remained, there was military soul. During the wars of old, when many heroic companies prepared to make their final sacrifice, they would leave someone behind to carry their flag home, no matter what, because they all understood.
As long as one person remained, their company remained, and their military soul remained!
That was the role of old soldiers!
And Hu Tian and the others were gradually becoming such old soldiers.
"Enough, cut the nonsense. Finish eating and get some sleep. We may have other combat missions ahead of us. This matter won't be so easily resolved," Jiang Yan Hai said quickly.
"Yes!" everyone answered loudly. From this moment on, Jiang Yan Hai officially became their captain—the real kind.
Because they knew exactly how great the gap between them and him was! If they really had to fight Jiang Yan Hai, they suspected he alone could take them all out!
That was how terrifying a living old soldier could be!
Especially an old soldier who had crawled out of the battlefield, out from beneath piles of corpses.
Nothing happened overnight. At first light the next day, the conditions outside had improved. The base contacted them directly; the helicopter had already taken off and would reach their area in a little over an hour.
There was no danger during the withdrawal. They soon retreated to the other side of the Caucasus Mountains, near the port. They would not be returning to the Tans Republic, but Old Cat was no longer there. He had already been transported to the Tans Republic.
He had undergone surgery. The ligaments in his arm had been repaired. Just as Jiang Yan Hai had said, there would definitely be problems later, but at the very least, he had not left