The instructor stared at the screen, his gaze growing even more solemn, "If that's the case, aren't we about to be demobilized? If the number of soldiers decreases, naturally officers will also be reduced."
Chen Zhigang sighed, "Right! As one generation brings forth new talent, the newcomers are rising, and the stage is undergoing renewal. They will outshine us."
At that moment, the command room fell into a period of silence.
From recruits to veterans, they had come to see the military as their home. The sudden notion of leaving was truly hard to bear.
The bond between comrades had long surpassed their own lives.
Gu Xiaoxi ran swiftly through the mountain stream, occasionally stopping to listen for anyone nearby and to analyze who it might be.
At the 617 high ground, the trees were thick, and in the morning, the forest was heavy with dew.
Gu Xiaoxi had run about ten kilometers, soaking her clothes not with sweat but with dew. The clothes clung to her body, feeling cool.