"Damn it, they're ten minutes ahead of us. We can't let them arrive before us! Saluk, we need to surpass them."
On the helicopter, the SFS border defense soldiers, who were surpassed by the Chinese special forces soldiers, were furious. They couldn't hide the hatred in their eyes.
The pilot that was sacrificed last time wasn't a soldier from another unit. He was a soldier from the SFS border defense army. He was a comrade that they all knew.
This time, they were all determined to teach the Chinese soldiers a lesson on behalf of their deceased comrade.
Saluk shook his head. His gaze was sinister as he said coldly, "The official competition hasn't started yet. There's no need to be too anxious. I'll make them regret coming to participate in the competition. I'll also take revenge for our comrade who was sacrificed. Just wait. Brothers, there's no need to be so anxious. Let's just wait. Victory will belong to us."
