A bead of sweat trailed down a soldier's face. He was supposed to be the one dead by now if not because someone had saved him.
"Commander!" Eman was a little startled when the woman beside him suddenly raised her voice even though the two of them were only beside each other. He glanced at her. "How did you know that there was an enemy out there?" She asked.
"Do I need to answer that?" He asked with a frown. "Uh, no need. Sorry, I'm just curious," she hastily said, then sighed. That was her mistake. One could not lose her/his focus once on a battlefield.
He nodded and said: "Don't drop your guard down."
"Okay!"
Besides them, there were two other soldiers. They were their last members to form a squad. The other one was six feet tall with a burly build, and the other one was a thin man of about five feet and ten inches tall. They were silently waiting for his command. But although the two of them were silent, he could feel they weren't ordinary soldiers.
