"That's right. My spirit feels like it's being repeatedly roasted on the surface of the sun. Every second, I hear the fallen soldiers, bleeding incessantly, their bodies shattered, their souls drifting in the polluted zones, eventually merging into the Netherworld... In a sense, I am the murderer who killed them."
This candid admission left the Tai Monarch speechless for a long time.
The hall suddenly fell into silence, the sound of pin drops could be heard.
"When I was in school, my tactics teacher was General Han Qingyu of the Sixth Battle Group. During one assignment, I was severely criticized by him."
Feng Wuyang seemed to become interested in talking and slowly spoke:
"It was a simulation test to clear a polluted area. Under my command, I had two regiments responsible for the assault and sweep.
At the start, things went smoothly, but midway, a squad of twenty-eight people got lost in the danger zone.
