Yang Fei patted Xiang Zuo's shoulder.
"Alright, we're all mates from the same camp, talking about apologies just feels distant."
"Once we're on the battlefield, we're brothers who share life and death. Be careful, their firepower is fierce."
Xiang Zuo tapped his heels together and saluted Yang Fei with a swift motion.
"Roger, I guarantee the completion of the command!"
Yang Fei returned the salute as Xiang Zuo turned around, waved his left hand, and quietly issued orders.
"Brothers from the Fierce Tiger Camp, advance!"
Under the pitch-black night, the soldiers of the Fierce Tiger Camp followed Xiang Zuo stealthily forward.
Their movements were silent, like wolves sneaking into a sheepfold.
Yang Fei and Laura watched from behind, as the Fierce Tiger Camp advanced, Yang Fei couldn't help but nod.
"Although Xiang Zuo is somewhat reckless, the men from the Fierce Tiger Camp indeed have good military skills."
Laura glanced at Yang Fei with a smile at the corner of her mouth.
