In the trench, blood covered his military boots. Li Neng dragged his broken leg over the mountain of corpses, just to stuff a blood-stained military badge into Cen Zhuo's palm. Are they friends or foes? One was a lone wolf commander who crawled out from the pile of corpses, and the other was an enemy sharpshooter who slaughtered the entire convoy of soldiers after being captured. No one believed they could survive the dawn, but when artillery fire tore through the night, Li Neng put the muzzle of his gun against the back of Cen Zhuo's head, but before firing, he growled: "You live for me." - They were not comrades, but they were tied to the same dying chariot more tightly than any covenant.
