To Wang Ye, Price only brought bad news. This special forces soldier, wearing a beanie, puffing on a cigar, and sporting a circle of goatee that framed his jaw, exuded a paradoxical sense of both cunning and reliability. Perhaps a bit on the older side, but still capable of handling a gun and keeping pace with the young ones. His outstanding experience and willpower, as well as his merciless judgment, were also invaluable resources on the battlefield.
Facing the Black Medicine Army meant dealing with a bunch of lunatics, and to handle lunatics, disciplined soldiers alone were not enough.
Following Da Gu and the others, Wang Ye arrived at the operations command center. As expected, Price was conversing with Commander Lu in a corner of the room. The large screen displayed a computer desktop, and several soldiers were preparing materials.
One by one, people trickled into the conference room. Wang Ye spotted a company commander who greeted him across the crowd, and he waved back.
