A camp made of iron, a flowing army!
I’m just a brick. I’ll move to wherever I’m needed!
Zhang Guang was such a person. He had transmigrated from death to the Flying Tigers Regiment Commander, Zhang Tianguang.
"Ding! System activated!"
" As long as you win the battle, you will receive weapons, ammunition, medicine, special operations, modern warfare training, personal combat skills…"
Zhang Tianguang roared and fired at the enemy, making them doubt their lives…