Yang Rui stood with the seven of them. Looking at them, he spoke calmly. "No, you're already dead. Because when they go onto the battlefield in the future, they'll have to face the loss of comrades. We don't need emotionally unstable soldiers here."
"Strong psychological resilience, powerful emotional control, and absolute calm on the battlefield—these are all requirements here. They don't meet them."
"But they only lost control because they lost comrades during training. If it were an actual battlefield, I believe they could keep fighting!" the captain said anxiously.
"Everyone made their own choices. Since they chose, there's no chance to regret it. As for you, would you dare jump again next time?" Yang Rui asked, looking at them.
Though these seven had "died quickly," they were the true warriors. Of the seven, only one had sunk because he couldn't swim. Before he went under, however, he saw a soldier in the distance and did not call for help.
That soldier was clearly not very good at swimming. He could only manage a dog paddle, so the man did not call for help.
The other six had all been with soldiers who could swim, yet they had voluntarily given up in the end. They knew that if they clung to the others, those others would die with them.
"I've already died once. What is there to be afraid of? Before you rescued us, I thought about a lot of things. Dying because of training did feel unfair, but that was my own problem. There's really nothing to feel unwilling about." The captain gave a bitter laugh.
"Very good. You'll still have to learn how to swim next. But don't worry, learning to swim won't be like this time." A smile appeared on Yang Rui's face.
Yet that smile sent