"Leave no one behind! Never give up!"
That heartfelt roar echoed through the silent night sky like the loudest war drum, lingering long after it rang out.
It was more than a slogan.
It was a conviction.
A spirit.
An instinct long since fused into their blood and carved into their bones.
Under the impact of the pure, uncompromising military spirit unleashed by those hundred-odd veterans, the five great clans' allied army-nearly thirty thousand well-equipped soldiers brimming with murderous intent-actually took an involuntary step backward in unison!
Horror spread across their faces!
They could not understand it!
How could this "ragtag mob" of barely a hundred men, without even decent weapons, some looking old, frail, or infirm, exude an aura more terrifying than their army of tens of thousands?
More chilling to the heart!
Long Xiaotian and the other four family heads looked utterly grim.
They stared fixedly at the veterans roaring excitedly at Yue Changlong, their eyes filled with wariness and disbelief.
Was this the 7th Armored Company?
Was this the legendary unit that had created countless miracles on the battlefield and struck terror into the entire world?
It truly lived up to its reputation!
Years had passed. They had long since hung up their uniforms and returned to ordinary lives.
Yet all it took was a single summons from their company commander!
They would still drop everything without hesitation and rush to him from every corner of the country!
Even if they had to face an army of tens of thousands!
Even if they had to face the all-powerful Eight Great Clans!
They feared nothing!
That unity, that bond between comrades, that fearless willingness to die...
It was terrifying!
A fine sheen of cold sweat had already formed on Yan Nantian's forehead.
He was beginning to regret getting