The live broadcast continues, and the broadcaster keeps talking.
"Let me introduce the battlefield we are currently on, which ranks ninth in terms of mortality. I wonder, Chief Fu, what do you have to say about this battlefield?"
The camera cuts directly to Fu Yunhe.
At this moment, Fu Yunhe, with a crew cut and sharp eyes, overshadowed his delicate features somewhat.
Clad in armor, his gaze held something profound yet resolute, the kind of resoluteness that calms your heart with just a glance.
It seemed that as long as he was there, nothing was an issue.
"For a soldier, obeying orders is a duty. I don't need to say anything. My mission is to achieve the greatest victory with the least casualties."
"Chief Fu is very serious, eh?"
The broadcaster's comment prompted Fu Yunhe to give him a slight, disdainful glance, which was noticeable to anyone.
[Is this broadcaster not thinking straight? Do people go to the battlefield with gongs and drums?]
