On the main drill ground, the only women's soldier company of Division A marched past the grandstand in neat steps, followed closely by the last troop of the parade, the women's medical team.
Unconsciously, Zhou Jingping straightened up, Peng Zuoqi did the same, and then, Qiao Wannian's spine straightened as well.
Seeing this, the remaining two Military Commanders of the sub-command also craned their necks to look down and were extremely puzzled—why did everyone get so excited upon seeing the women's medical team? Weren't they well past the age of getting thrilled by the sight of young women?
But with the big boss himself excited, how could they not be?
Xu Zhenghong's gaze swept over the men, his heart hanging in his throat. They were at this crucial juncture; nothing untoward should happen.
Suddenly, Qiao Wannian's brow furrowed, and he craned his neck forward as if to get a clear view of every member of the team.