C942 Hard Battle(1)
"Right my ass... These bastards, I never heard of the thirty-ninth division having such a bunch of people. Where the hell did they come from?"
The squad leader banged his fist on the wooden rail, sending snow flying in all directions, his teeth grinding in anger. As a member of the eighteen divisions, he had a strong sense of collective honor.
The soldier also clenched his fists tightly
