It was good to kick up a fuss. After kicking up a fuss a few times, they would be dealt with a few times. Slowly, their edges would smoothen and their bloodthirstiness would settle. When they encountered trouble on the battlefield, they would be calm… Slowly, they would become qualified special forces soldiers.
When they came to the Xueyu unit, they were all young men with healthy limbs and high spirits. He hoped that when they retired from the army, they would still be the same young men with healthy limbs and high spirits.
They joined the army alive, so they had to be discharged alive.
There were enough names in the martyr memorial park. He wished no more would be added.
Xia Jinyuan's eyes turned dark bit by bit. Even the pressure around him gradually became low. He pursed his thin lips and said calmly, "I've added enough boosters. Let's see who will be the first to resist. Jot down their names.
