The bonfire of the secret camp flickered in the wind and snow. Leitao stared at the "7 days" countdown jumping on the system interface, the military dog "Heilong" microchip in his palm pressing painfully against his skin. He embedded the microchip into his tactical wristwatch, the metallic chill seeping through his skin—this was the only "living thing" he could bring on this trip.
The next morning, the whistle for the team assembly pierced the silence of the snowfield. Zhou Weiguo's knuckles turned white as he gripped his Thompson submachine gun, looking at Leitao's stern profile: "Captain, this operation..." "I will execute it alone." Leitao cut him off, shoving the quantum communicator into Zhou Weiguo's palm: "If you encounter new Japanese Army equipment, send me the coordinates immediately."
Li Shuiyang stepped forward anxiously, but was nailed to the spot by Leitao's icy gaze. Chen Hu paused in wiping his bandage, the freshly healed knife wound beneath the bandage throbbing faintly. "Take care of the wounded." Leitao looked at Fan Xiaoyu, his thumb brushing past the unmelted snowflakes on her temples: "Especially, don't stop the combat training."
Chapter 471