The blood had dried up, and the policeman, Ah Da, had left…
In peaceful times, they belonged to the civilians. They didn't belong to the police or the soldiers. They didn't belong to the frontline staff who fought with all the criminals. This was because they had to bear the price of peaceful times. The photo they took on the first day they wore their formal attire was the photo that would be placed in the mourning hall when they died.
The true era of peace belonged only to the people. The people living in the era of peace actually had piles of bones under their feet.
They were the bones of martyrs. They used their bodies to exchange for the civilians to live in an era of peace.
Ye Jian closed her eyes. She really didn't have the energy to raise her arm and salute. Her legs, which suddenly lost the ability to stand, plopped heavily on the gravel-filled ground. She knelt to send off the dead police officer, Ah Da.
"Ah Da, Ah Da…"
