On the snow-capped mountain.
The out-of-breath Feng Tianmin picked up the drumsticks and slammed them into the war drum several times after seeing the frog vehicle topple on the ice and the billowing smoke rising from it.
"Great job!"
In an ancient war formation, beating the war drums was considered a physically demanding position and slightly more tiring than the soldiers that charged into the battlefield.
Yet, Feng Tianmin felt a gush of energy flowing throughout his body after achieving such outstanding results.
It made him excited to the point he wanted to rush out and fight the enemies in close quarters!
In contrast, some people were calm.
When most soldiers were exhilarated, a few poured cold water on the others.
"Captain Feng, our ammunition is…running out!"
Wars cost a lot of money.