"Guerrilla warfare in the depths of the Realm Battlefield is completely different from the defense of the city above the front line." The man in the military uniform with a cigarette in his mouth looked at Weng Tongxu and said with a smile, the expression on his face was as if he was explaining the rules of the barracks to the recruits who had just joined the army.

"On the front line of Nanying, you may be used to seeing death. But in the depths of the Realm Battlefield, you'll have to hold hands with death and dance a veneer dance. Flicking the ashes of his cigarette, the man smiled and threw out a very strange analogy.

Hearing the officer's words, Weng Tongxu's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything more.

It's just the gritty light in the eyes of the youth

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