Even veterinarian Hao, who had always been among them and never considered himself a soldier, had a formal position as a second lieutenant medical officer, which was an official position no matter how big or small.
Shuo Yu touched his clothes and accidentally made eye contact with Meng Fanle. Even a guy like him who had never fought in a war knew that distributing official positions in such a chaotic and wholesale manner was not a good thing.
With the help of the still-burning firelight, Meng Fanle used the kitchen knife from the snake's butt as a cushion to write his suicide note. Shuo Yu covered the veterinarian's old arms and legs with his hands, secretly heating them so that he could sleep more peacefully. He half-turned his head and looked at Meng Fanle's dull and empty eyes.
Sometimes you try your best to make yourself a little dumber, because that way, life will be less difficult.
Because being smart brings pain, and the more you think, the more painful it becomes. This pain burns Shuo Yu's heart, and also torments Meng Fanle's heart. They are the two of the seventy-five people who understood from the beginning that this was a one-way trip abroad.
Most of them here will die, and they will never understand why they are dying.
"I'm so tired of it. How many letters have you written?" Shuo Yu looked at him curiously, not knowing why this guy was so keen on writing suicide letters to his family one by one.
"The fifth one."
"Your parents must have done something sinful in their past life, and that's why they have a son like you in this life. What kind of good person would send one suicide note after another home? Even if your parents are in good health, they would be scared sick by you."
"My mother has never traveled far in her life."
"What about your father?"
"My father studied abroad and was passionate about mechanics, but he always complained about 'not having a quiet desk,' and he never built anything worthwhile in his life."
"Just like you, but you're only twenty-four."
"I look like I'm thirty-four."
"Whether you were thirty-four or twenty-four, you were still alive and well. How could a living person write a suicide note to another living person?"
Shuoyu snatched the suicide note from his hand and read it. It was filled with some flowery words about loyalty and filial piety. It was obvious that Meng Fanle came from a well-educated family. Then he tore up the letter in front of Meng Fanle and threw it into the air. Some of the shredded paper fell into the burning fire, and some of the fragments fell on Shuoyu and Meng Fanle.
"I'm so tired of it. Do you feel better every time you finish writing? One suicide note is enough. If you write more, it will seem fake. And even if you write it, you can't send it. We have to leave tomorrow."
"How do you know?"
"How could I not know? Don't I know what will happen 500 years in the future? If your brain is really too idle, just think about what you can do when we get to the battlefield. A person who keeps talking about dying will definitely survive."
Meng was annoyed and bit the tip of his pen angrily because Shuo Yu was right again. He didn't want to die. He was a smart man and he could survive.
The next morning, before the sun rose, a group of people drove them up like livestock. They were about to set off for Myanmar on a foggy day.
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