"Company Commander! Company Commander!" I gave the order, and Tiger panicked, running up and shouting, "Aren't we going to chase the enemy? Aren't we going to capture prisoners?"
"Can we even catch them?" I countered, "Look at the speed of the new recruits! If we go chasing the enemy, isn't that the same as abandoning them all?"
"Then we..."
"What 'we'? Go pick up your guns!" I said impatiently, "You're strong, carry twice the amount of guns for the new recruits, is that a problem? Tell the soldiers that the most important things are food and ammunition. If necessary, they can carry one or two fewer guns!"
"Yes, sir!" Tiger saluted and reluctantly carried out the order.
Old soldiers, they just want to kill the enemy and capture prisoners on the front lines to earn merit. Watching Tige
