Each of them appears quite ordinary, even somewhat simple, but those who know their combat records understand that these are all formidable individuals.
In every battle, they've accumulated at least nine or ten kills, and the cold look that flashes in their eyes when they pick up a gun is enough to send a shiver down the spine.
"This sharpshooter wants to challenge our Hamlet. When you go out there now, don't disgrace me, understand?"
"Yes!" The soldiers stood at attention with their guns on their shoulders, chests out, exuding a vigorous spirit.
"Good! Very spirited!" Lance was pleased with his soldiers and turned to look at Margaret with a gesture, "Come on, getting into my Honor Guard isn't so simple."
Margaret's noble upbringing instilled a sense of fearlessness, "Let's begin."
People love a spectacle, and Lance didn't mind letting everyone take a break from intense training, so more soldiers gathered around.
