His palms were slightly sweaty, and his breathing became a bit rapid.
After all, it was his first time truly commanding troops and his first deployment to the field of battle.
"It's normal to feel nervous."
Song Heping's voice came from the back seat.
He was focused on the tactical terminal, which displayed real-time images relayed by drones — red dots representing Barzani's vanguard, steadily advancing westward on Highway 80.
"Were you like this the first time you commanded troops?" Little Masoud asked.
"Everyone's the same."
Song Heping recalled the scene the first time he experienced an attack in Illiguo, shook his head in self-mockery, and smiled.
That roadside IED attack ruined the small business he and Old Demon had, leading him to the path of PMC.
"But remember, every decision you make now involves the life and death of these over four hundred people. So listen more, see more, think more, don't act rashly; the battlefield has no use for blind courage."
