"Commander, rest assured."
"We are looking forward to tonight's fine wine."
"Today, we must drink heartily with the Commander."
"Say no more, tonight we must drink the Commander under the table."
"Haha, that's right..."
The elite soldiers all replied with laughter.
Though the army enforces a strict hierarchy, the bond among Pao Ze—comrades who have experienced life and death together—transcends rank, their feelings run deeper; such is the camaraderie of brothers in arms.
Though Zhao Feng is their superior, he is also their companion in battle.
"Drink me under the table?"
"Then we'll see what you're made of." Zhao Feng replied with a loud laugh.
Zhao Feng's Commandant Camp was extremely lively.
Even as they cleared out the corpses in the city, the mood remained spirited.
"I'm envious of the brothers under Commander Zhao. He treats his men as brothers, not as subordinates."
"Exactly."
