Shen Yanzhi is an instructor at a modern special training institution. A second ago, he was in the simulation cabin instructing students to conduct penetration drills behind enemy lines. His fingertips were touching the cold alloy operating rods, and the roar of system-simulated artillery fire was in his ears. But now, his palms are covered with thin calluses, there is a fresh scratch on the knuckles, and there is some black mud embedded in the nails - these are a pair of hands that have been holding guns all year round but have been neglected, and they belong to another person.
A crumpled letter of appointment was spread out on the table, with the bright red seal of "Military Commission Investigation and Statistics Bureau" printed on the yellowed rice paper. The young man in the photo was wearing a straight Mao suit, and his eyebrows were roughly similar to his own, but his eyes had an unworldly rawness. The name column reads: Shen Yanzhi. Position: Member of the field team of the Military Command Tianjin Station.
