Yellow sand filled the sky, and the air on the training ground was so hot that it almost ignited one's breath.
The soldiers were loaded with ammunition, and their camouflage uniforms were soaked with sweat, leaving dark marks in the dust.
A military truck, puffing up smoke and dust, suddenly stopped at the edge of the training ground.
The car door opened and a figure jumped out.
It was a boy, very thin and looked to be no more than seven years old.
He was carrying a huge luggage that was disproportionate to his size, but the eyes on his small face were unbelievably calm.
The recruits stopped practicing, and the junior instructors also looked at them.
It was pure consternation at first.
"What are you doing?"
One of the recruits couldn't help but whisper.
"Whose lost child is this?"
Another recruit chimed in.
