After a chaotic nighttime breakout, dawn arrived with the smoke of battle still hanging in the air and corpses strewn across the battlefield. A light rain began to fall, mingling with the blood to form a red web that slowly spread across the ground.
Old Chen, Xiao Huizi, and Big Liu struggled to crawl out from beneath the bodies. Their unit had been scattered, and they had no idea where the others had gone.
After successfully evading the enemy, they resolutely decided to search for their unit and catch up with it, heading in the general direction of its planned withdrawal. They knew this was their only chance to survive. If they went west into the mountains, there might still be a sliver of hope. Otherwise, they would be left with no choice but to become deserters. Old Chen made the decision without hesitation. “Come on! Let’s find the unit!”
They left the blood-soaked battlefield and entered a completely different world: silent, terrifying mountains and desolate villages. Traces of war were everywhere, yet scarcely a living soul could be found. It was as if the whole world held only the three of them, the clamor of battle giving way in an instant to an eerie silence.
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The writing is smooth and sophisticated, and the storyline is engaging. Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking!