Qi Taiguo put down the phone, sitting with a gloomy expression on his face. Suddenly, he clenched his fist and violently slammed it onto the table. The pen bounced and rolled off onto the floor.
Utterly detestable!
The call had just come in from Cheng Su, informing him about the personnel list for the border defense rotation and their speculations.
He knew about the necessity of defending the frontier, but he never expected to find himself on that list one day.
If this was an arrangement by the higher-ups in the organization, he had nothing to say. As a soldier, he had to go wherever the motherland needed him, regardless of danger, and put aside personal and family matters, all for the protection of the country.
But what about now? Could someone in power for their own private ends arbitrarily deploy soldiers under their command as if these soldiers were their personal servants?
He, Qi Taiguo, was a warrior cultivated with great effort by the nation!
