Yang Zhen heard her comrades panting softly. Her heart turned cold. She was the squad leader. If even she showed fear, how could she calm her comrades down?
No, she couldn't be afraid. No matter how afraid she was, she couldn't let her comrades realize it. She had to hold on, like Instructor Ye, and be calm at all times.
Here, life and death was not a choice they could make. They either lived or died. It was just that cruel and simple.
She took a deep breath again and detected the faint smell of gunpowder in the air. Yang Zhen said to the female soldier beside her, "Adjust your breathing and calm down. Don't be too anxious."
"Yes, squad leader." The female soldier, Ding Yue'e, secretly adjusted her breathing. She held the rifle in her hand tightly and adjusted her emotions until there was no fear in her eyes anymore. She looked forward with determination. Every step she took was exceptionally stable.
