"And we will always remember why we are here."
Hearing this, Hammer's eyes flickered, and he stood even more upright.
If it was an ordinary person, they might be afraid of death, or all sorts of despicable thoughts would be exploited by the devil, and they would be controlled.
Nevertheless, none of them were ordinary people.
They were wearing military uniforms, carrying battle bags on their backs, and even their faces were green.
The only time they wore military uniforms was when they had numbers on them.
They had been on so many foreign missions in which they could not even state their identity.
Now that foreign enemies had come, they would definitely be killed even if they were far away. This was the belief that they upheld.
Even if they would lose their lives, they would still not waver.
From the day they joined the army, Hammer did not know anyone else. He raised his hand and swore to protect this land.
