The wind at the border is like a knife. It can tear off a layer of skin on the face. It is mixed with the smell of sand and blood and makes people's lungs hurt. Gu Shi was lying behind the broken wall. The wound on his back was still bleeding. The bullet grazed his spine and almost nailed him to this broken place.
My ears were full of tinnitus, and there was also the remnant of the firefight just now, which was intermittent, like a broken gong. He squinted and looked out from the gap in the broken wall. His field of vision was full of corpses - some were enemies, and most were his teammates.
