Ten minutes after the air raid.
The last flicker of flame was finally extinguished through the combined efforts of the Third Platoon and the First Platoon, which had rushed in to assist.
When the flames disappeared, the young people cheered as if they had won a great battle.
Popov shouted, "Don't celebrate just yet! Quickly check the burned-out vehicles for any usable parts! Inspect those that were strafed, fix any malfunctions, and if there are none, drive them to the auto repair shop for the mechanics to check again."
The soldiers' cheers died down, and Wang Zhong murmured, "Isn't it okay to let them be happy for a moment?"
"I don't think it's good for the future," Popov replied, with an uncompromising attitude, "this is within my scope of work."
Wang Zhong clicked his tongue.
However, the army did indeed need to maintain good discipline; Popov was not wrong, so he said nothing more.