When the heat wave caused by the explosion swallowed up his vision, Marine Song Julin thought that his military career would stay in that smoke-filled valley forever - the nerves in his limbs were severely damaged, and the doctor concluded that he would never be able to hold the gun barrel again. But the moment the cold mechanical prosthesis embedded itself in the bone, he heard a new war song.
There is the speed of life and death in the smoke of gunfire, there are also quarrels over grabbing the last pack of instant noodles in the dormitory; there is the embarrassment when the prosthetic body malfunctions, and there is also the tacit understanding when calibrating mechanical parts. They are warriors reshaped by technology, and they find complete companions in the incompleteness - in this world that needs to be protected by steel and flesh and blood, their battlefields are never just deep in the smoke.
