The captain's gaze drifted past his shoulder, resting on the recruits engaged in sparring. Their young faces were flushed deep red, sweat beads rolling down their jaws to drip onto their camouflage uniforms. Each of them was throwing everything they had into the attempt to overpower their opponent.
"Look at them," the captain said, his palm giving a light nudge to his back. "The youngest just turned eighteen. Don't they look just like we did back then?"
Liang Song stared at the figures moving across the training ground, his mind drifting back to three years ago. Back then, he too had trained tirelessly, believing that pain was merely a badge of growth. It wasn't until that escape, however, that he truly understood the weight of the word "sacrifice." The shouts of the recruits suddenly grew muffled; Li Hang’s dog tag felt slightly warm against his chest in his inner pocket.
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