Hearing the captain’s orders, the team members adjusted their postures. Zhao Qiang, a veteran, leveled his rifle, his finger resting lightly on the trigger. His fingertips were covered in thick calluses from years of training. He narrowed his eyes, aiming carefully at the enemy. With every breath controlled and steady, he was ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment. Xiao Li, a young recruit, took hold of a grenade; his hands trembled slightly from the tension as he carefully pulled the pin, preparing to throw. His eyes were locked on the approaching enemy, his heart pounding in his chest like a war drum. Every person’s nerves were stretched to the breaking point, like a bowstring about to snap.
To the side of the tent, Chen Yang gripped a grenade tightly. His palms were slick with sweat, his fingers leaving wet streaks on the cold metal casing. His heart hammered, each beat pulsing so hard it made his chest ache. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to steady his nerves, silently cheering himself on: "Stay calm, Chen Yang, you can do this!" His eyes remained fixed on the enemy, reflecting a fierce, unwavering resolve. Horrifying images flashed through his mind: if the enemy broke into the tent, his comrades would be shredded by the blast, and the critical intelligence they had just secured would be reduced to ash. This victory, so close at hand, would be utterly reversed. These thoughts only hardened his resolve, as if he carried the hopes of the entire squad.
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