Xia Qi looked at the camp outside the tent, which had regained its vitality, then turned to Qin Tian's calm side profile, emotions surging in his chest almost about to burst out.
He took a deep breath, his military boots colliding with the red earth made a dull sound, and he raised his right hand to salute: "Commander Qin, on behalf of all the brothers of the Xingyuan Battle Group, thank you for your help!"
His voice carried an irrepressible tremor, and in his brown eyes, a burning light surged — this green light not only healed the soldiers' wounds but also renewed the entire battlegroup's almost snapping tension.
"Swish——"
In the tent, a dozen officers raised their hands in unison, saluting like a forest, their movements perhaps slightly trembling due to excitement, yet conveying the same fiery emotion.
"Thank you, Commander Qin!"
