Under Fire
Editor: Henyee Translations
Ye Jian felt a little deaf in her ears under all that gunfire. She was listening to their voices while listening to the gunfire too. To her, it wasn't suffering. It was training.
Her emotions were ground up by the gunfire, and her fears were pierced through with bullets and then washed repeatedly with blood. As time passed, her heart became a piece of flat mirror, only reflecting what was good and what was evil, what was justice and what was wicked.
That was a kind of growth that could only exist in the flames of war.
Ye Jian knew that the reason why she could participate in missions was that the military unit wanted to nurture and train her, to see if she was a piece of jade.
There was a rumbling sound in the sky and soon, a transport plane appeared from the East as it headed North. It was a big plane, not a bomber or a fighter jet. The plane that transported the Pakistani forces has driven back.