>The Storm Platoon hadn’t gone to the Gobi for training before, and now it was windy and snowy; all members of the Southern soldiers were not used to this kind of weather.

The Army Major General could understand his feelings, but this step must be taken, “Our special team is aiming for “three habitats”, which has basically been achieved after nearly five years of hard work.
Old Dong, Storm Amphibious Frogman Commando is a Platoon that was established a little over a year ago.
They have to overcome not just one or two difficulties, there are more and more challenges waiting for them to conquer.”

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“It’s normal to worry.
No one wants any accidents.
However, Old Dong, we all have to be mentally prepared.
This sort of training has its risks.”

This was to convince the Navy Commander.
Since the formation of the Elite Platoon, there had been accidents during training.
Even if they were a special force, it was normal for them to have accidents.

   

The Storm Platoon lacked experience.
If they had any accidents… it was quite normal. 

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The Navy Commander’s voice was low and hoarse, “These are the things that they must experience.
As a soldier, this is their path, they have no choice.”

They were his soldiers.
Two strong men shared a common belief and a common goal.
They could live by this common belief, and they could die for this belief.

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He also didn’t want anything to happen to such a group of strong, talented soldiers because, as soldiers, their accidents would definitely not be a small one, but one that involved life and death.

The Navy Commander raised his hand and patted the snow off his shoulder.
In the snow breeze, his light and shallow sigh were heard softly.

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