Cheng Xiaoxiao hadn't lost her temper yet, but the entire 132th Regiment behind her was already restless.
How could those people be so foul-mouthed, daring to speak such nonsense in front of the captain.
The team members were indignant, gripping their weapons tightly, eager to try, especially Cheng Sicheng, whose eyes were about to overflow with a predatory glare, directly piercing at those wickedly smiling "dead men."
Indeed, in his eyes, they were already dead.
Behind the densely packed crowd, a pair of intense eyes were watching Cheng Xiaoxiao's thin yet resolute back. She had heard a lot about the deeds of the 132th Regiment in recent days, especially about their young regiment leader, who surprisingly had such great courage and audacity to do things she wouldn't dare to do in a lifetime.
The eyes of several leaders met and exchanged ideas. Everyone agreed they could take action. Cheng Xiaoxiao was the first to charge out on horseback.
