"We're all one unit, comrades who entrust our lives to each other on the battlefield! Have you forgotten what General Zhang taught us?!"
"If you don't care about your comrades' lives even during training, how will you work together and fight the enemy on the battlefield?!"
"A pack of dog-brained fools! Don't let me hear anything like that again! Otherwise, slap your own mouths!"
The Third Squad's centurion left the soldiers who had spoken flushed crimson with shame, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Just then, the unconscious Wang Er slowly came around. He happened to hear the centurion's words, and a surge of gratitude filled his heart.
"I-I can still keep going..."
Wang Er gritted his teeth and stood. Although his face was pale and he looked somewhat weak, his gaze was utterly resolute.
The Third Squad's centurion looked him over for a while, then patted his shoulder and said approvingly, "Good lad! Now that's a son of our Great Han!"
With that, he returned to the front to lead the unit.
The soldiers he had scolded took the initiative to run over to Wang Er, supporting him as they caught up and continued marching.
Wang Er gave them a grateful look.
Then he gritted his teeth and kept pace with the unit.
Not long after the Third Squad resumed its advance, they actually spotted the Seventh Squad jogging slowly ahead.
"Oh, you finally caught up! We haven't been waiting all this time for nothing. Your man's all right?"
The Seventh Squad's centurion grinned at the Third Squad's centurion.
The latter froze for a moment, then scowled and cursed, "Of course he's bloody all right! Who asked you to wait? The Third Squad's full of tough men!"
The Seventh Squad's centurion raised an