Women's Team

The superiors treated this group of women as abandoned children and threw them on the battlefield. They said they were a women's bomb squad, but in fact they had to grab even the guns themselves. No one expected them to survive, except themselves. In that Shura field where men were rampant, they had no background, no reinforcements, and they had to take shifts even if they cried - because one person who was awake had to be left to collect the corpses of the remaining people. When they rushed into the Japanese headquarters carrying explosive bags, they were not afraid of death, but they knew how to live better than men. Along the way, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Some people lost their voices to protect their teammates, and some people died without leaving their full names. They have been tempered from a plate of loose sand into the sharpest blades, blowing up bunkers, breaking bridges, destroying munitions... The world wants to grind them into dust, so they become the gunpowder that explodes the dust. ——Who said women are soft bones? This bullet hole all over the body is a medal! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.