"No problem, Major." Although Sang Zixin was somewhat of a lieutenant as the commander of this small battle group, seeing the major rank on the other's shoulder, the young officer decided not to make trouble for himself.
Hmm, the key to winning a war seems to have changed in the new era. Soldiers are no longer the decisive force; technological weapons—like these mechas—might become the true deciding factor in future wars.
But Sang Zixin didn't have much to complain about, since in his view, war is about winning.
And if winning can also ensure the survival of his frontline soldiers, then all the better.
As Sang Zixin's thoughts wandered, the Immortal Master transformed the muddy road into stone, Sang Zixin signaled the senior soldier company commander to lead the group on the right side, while he took the new recruits on the left side.
