The night not only brings fear but also shelters unease.
Su Huan had no intention of illuminating the entire battlefield. A few light points danced like fireflies before everyone's eyes, filling them with a warm glow.
Qin Mian led the way ahead, the group traversing a battlefield strewn with flesh and blood, crossing trenches that were filled, their expressions growing increasingly somber.
Qin Mian trod on soil soaked with blood beneath his feet, forcing himself to stay calm, "Don't worry, we will definitely find it. Our platoon's communication operator is here; that new radio set never left his hand, wouldn't even let us touch it. He cherished it so much, even if he's gone, the equipment must still be intact."
Su Huan watched in silence as Qin Mian crawled through trenches, flipping over one corpse after another. He could see the young man purposely avoiding looking at the faces of the corpses.
He was afraid of seeing too clearly.
Su Huan silently pulled the light away.
