But looking at this fierce battle, it is unlikely to end soon, right? Tian Xinhua felt anxious within, worried about their future, as he had promised Ah Nan to return fully and intact! It wasn't just him; these respectable soldiers should all return alive, return to see their families!
Pah, these Vietnamese bastards! A group of ungrateful sons of bitches, I must kill a few more later to vent my anger! Tian Xinhua thought hatefully.
"Xinhua, our ammunition and food supplies are running low, and we don't know when the supplies will be transported over?"
Lei Gang's usual playful and smiling face was replaced with a solemn expression, a hint of worry between his brows. These days on the battlefield, listening to the gunshots every day, smelling the blood, watching comrades die one by one, Lei Gang has grown numb to the pain. Maybe soon, he will become a corpse carried away too!
