No one dared to recognize the major general who climbed out of the trench. Shi Liaoyuan, covered in blood and mud, knelt at the entrance of the military department, dragging an unknown corpse behind him - that was Jiang Mute, who had been mute for ten years. No one knows that they fought from the Northeast Icefield to the jungles of Yunnan and Burma, killing each other seven times with their bayonets. The military ranks were fake and the medals were stained with blood, but Shi Liaoyuan's gun was still hot, and Jiang Duba's knife was still hung with the enemy's brains. They didn't speak, but the whole army knew that if Shi Liaoyuan moved, Jiang Muba would be killed; if Jiang Muba stopped, Shi Liaoyuan would explode. This is not the glory of a general, but the living king of hell crawling out of the dead.
