After the flames, the world returned to silence. Waiting for the next sudden ambush.
Luo Xiansheng walked over in high-top desert combat boots and kicked out the fire pit in front of Yan Jian, "The flames will expose our position, attracting shells."
Yan Jian was exhausted: "But we don't belong to either side, why should they attack us?"
"In the dark, no one cares if you're an enemy. As long as the flame isn't on your own turf, it gets attacked. Besides, this is a battlefield; if they're not your own, they're the enemy."
Yan Jian irritably kicked away the extinguished wood: "What a damned life!"
It's hard to imagine that in this era of peace she grew up in, there are still places in the world at war. In a daze, she always feels like she's traveled through time.
Mr. Luo bit a grass stalk and sat down: "Scared? Then hurry back."
