Yang Fei squatted down and held Mi Xuan's left foot, keeping it from moving.
He raised his head, and there was a strange smile in his eyes.
"Well, do you understand now that war isn't fun?"
He stared deeply at the landmine under Mi Xuan's foot and introduced it casually.
"This type of anti-infantry mine isn't the latest model. When it explodes, it releases 600 to 800 steel balls that can injure people."
"Generally speaking, a person's lower legs would almost certainly be blown off. Are you ready to run for your life?"
Mi Xuan listened to his words, terrified and weak-kneed, but instinctively kept her foot firmly on the mine.
"Brother-in-law, what should we do?"
Yang Fei revealed a dagger and gently inserted it between Mi Xuan's foot and the mine, pressing it down.
He looked up deeply at Mi Xuan.
"Gently lift your foot and walk back—keep going until you're 800 meters away. Do it now!"
Mi Xuan didn't move.
