The night when Major General Jiang Zhuo carried me to the battlefield, the first military rule was not to cry. But I cried, but he didn't kill me. He is a cold-blooded machine, and I am a ruin crushed by war, but under the gunfire, I water the flowers of truth with my tears. When Lu Zhao of the Military Intelligence Department stared at my photo in silence, when doctor Bai Ling handed over the bloody film, and when broadcaster Chen Yan played my favorite lullaby at midnight - I realized that the most deadly thing on this battlefield is not bullets, but someone who remembers me crying. And he actually carved my tears into the cracks of military regulations.
