"Rest assured, Capital Commandant."
"We're all waiting for some fine wine tonight."
"Today, we must drink heartily with the Capital Commandant."
"Say no more. Today, we're definitely drinking the Capital Commandant under the table."
"Haha, that's right..."
The Sharp Warriors all laughed in response.
Although the military had a strict hierarchy, the camaraderie between comrades-in-arms was forged through life-and-death experiences and could not be entirely defined by rank. This was the bond of brothers who had faced death together.
Zhao Feng might have been their officer, but he was also their comrade.
"Drink me under the table?"
"We'll see if you have what it takes," Zhao Feng replied with a hearty laugh.
Zhao Feng's Commandant Camp was bustling with activity. Even while clearing the bodies from the city, the atmosphere was lively.
"I really envy the brothers under Commander Zhao's command. They're treated like true brothers, without such a strict hierarchy."
"Indeed."
