The impact of the battle in Puluo Town is extremely profound.
Especially for the newly established bandit army, this was a battle that united people's hearts.
All trepidation and doubt have disappeared. Now, this newly assembled group emanates a remarkable vitality and confidence.
"Attention!"
On the training ground, at Markovich's command, sixteen hundred Mecha warriors lined up in four phalanxes, standing solemnly in silence. Fatigue, looseness, numbness, and panic were long gone. Now, on these shirtless young men, one could only see glowing eyes, confidence, and vigor!
"First echelon! Twenty kilometers armed cross-country!" Markovich's face remained impassive.
Cosmo saluted, leading four hundred Mecha warriors who promptly ran to the edge of the field, quickly gearing up, with standard equipment weighing over thirty kilograms, and started running with large strides. The entire process was orderly and swift, without a single sigh or complaint.
