Angry Bullets

Despite fear, despite loneliness, despite the feeling that in the next moment I might collapse onto the snow and achieve immortality, I still advance toward my goal, continuously pushing forward. Every brother has not halted his steps, for we are the Chinese soldiers clad in vests.

When the enemy appeared in my sights, I felt as if my heart had momentarily stopped! Time and everything around me seemed to freeze, and my existence felt as though it was solely for the faint yet perilous command that came through my headset—kill

My brother is willing to sacrifice his own happiness for the latter half of his life for the life of a stranger. This is not a simple arithmetic problem that can be explained easily. I believe that what benefits us is the goodness inherent in human nature. It is that kind of goodness that, regardless of the cost, seeks only a sense of peace and a clear conscience.

I want to remember every brother who has lived and died with me, to remember the sweat and tears that have fallen. I lie back and laugh wildly at the sky, which is still filled with falling snow! I am a man, I am a wolf, and as long as I have not caught that prey, I will not die.