"Sir, the doctor just told me that you need to rest properly, so why did you run out again?"

Wang Zhande took a deep breath and said in a simple and honest tone, "Where is the photo of my sister-in-law? The commander lost his pocket watch, and he's heartbroken about it."

Lin Dongliang's arms and legs were injured, and his left side was wrapped up like a mummy.

Xie Zhiyan glanced at him: "You should worry about yourself first. You're all wrapped up like a dumpling and still jumping around. If people didn't know better, they would kick you into the pot like a dumpling."

The man's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible pleasure.

Lin Dongliang, like a frog missing a leg, didn't take it seriously.

"No, the doctor is still waiting in the tent to change your dressing. You'd better go quickly."

Xie Zhiyan nodded, looking towards the east.

Wang Zhande muttered to himself, "It's finally over. I was afraid my mother would forget what I look like. I don't know if she's recovered. Do you think she'll recognize me when I go back looking like this?"

Lin Dongliang looked at him and joked, "You were this dark when you first came to the company. Even if your mother couldn't recognize your face, she could recognize the color of your clothes."

Wang Zhande raised his injured foot high: "You're a one-legged grasshopper now, how dare you still make personal attacks?"

With only one arm and one leg, Lin Dongliang could only surrender: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you are your mother's son, how could she not recognize you? Even if you turned to ashes, she would still recognize you."

As soon as Lin Dongliang finished speaking, he realized he had said the wrong thing and slapped himself on the face.

In this war, they sacrificed many of their compatriots. They came with joy, but could only return to their homeland as ashes.

Xie Zhiyan's gaze darkened slightly as he looked at the ravaged land and clenched his fists.

"A single punch can prevent a hundred more." For seven months and twenty-four days, they held fast to the front line and finally repelled the enemy.

But some people can never go back.

"Let's go back."

Xie Zhiyan's voice was somewhat low: "Take them back with you."

Although the green hills are said to bury loyal bones everywhere, this is not their homeland. Chinese people believe in returning to their roots when they fall in love.

Whether they are dead or alive, he who brought them out must send them back.

Lin Dongliang nodded heavily: "Yes!"

Those who sacrificed their lives in this war are the true heroes; the others were merely a group of lucky ones.

But with the current tense international situation, he can't say for sure how long his luck will last. Perhaps one day he too will be draped in the national flag and become one of these heroes.

Wang Zhande kept his head down and didn't say anything. After the three people left, a man with bandages on his head staggered down the mountain.

"hiss--"

The bandage on the man's head was still stained with blood. He gently touched his head with one hand, feeling as if someone was drilling into his skull.

He opened his clenched hands, revealing a pocket watch covered in dust.