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"Alright. Let's proceed with your plan," I said to Xiao Guolin. "I'll follow behind you."
Then I turned to Jack. "You stay at the back. Take care of the injured and Xiao Ting."
I stared at Jack until he nodded.
"Those with weapons, follow me closely, unlock your safeties, and be ready to fight at any moment."
The main point of my words was to push Xiao Guolin to the front. Although I didn't know his true identity, it was certain that this person was not Xiao Guolin. I couldn't let him linger behind, nor could I allow him out of my sight.
I understood this, but the others were unaware. I didn't want him to endanger our team. I was determined to pull the trigger if the situation changed.
Immediately, A San and a soldier jumped onto the metal table beside me. These were our only three rifles left. All other weapons had been discarded in the chaos of fleeing.
Liu Squad Leader climbed up onto the metal table with the help of two soldiers and extended a hand toward A San. "My gun, give it to me."
A San looked at me with a mournful expression. I shrugged, making a helpless gesture.
In this situation, I certainly couldn't speak out. Although I had little regard for Liu Squad Leader and didn't hold much hope for returning alive to Ground, what if he miraculously made it back?
I knew military discipline; it was already commendable that Liu Squad Leader could allow A San to use his gun for a while. Now that he was asking for it back, no one could oppose him without consequences. Otherwise, it would be considered a crime. If I dared to voice my opinion, in the eyes of the military—especially One Commander—that would be a death sentence, one that could warrant execution by anti-aircraft fire.
A San tossed the gun to Liu Squad Leader and shot me a complaining glance. That look was filled with deep resentment.
Liu Squad Leader arranged for a warrior to stay behind and care for the injured. I couldn't help but complain inwardly. The camp was full of wounded, yet they left a combat-ready soldier behind. This wasn't just a reckless decision; it was a death sentence.
"Leave some extra food and water. We might find something to eat outside," I said to the warrior distributing supplies on the ground.
The soldier who stayed behind looked at me gratefully. In truth, I wanted to tell him: you are so damn lucky.
Soon, everyone received a bit of food and water, but I didn't take any. I turned away.
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