Yang Fei's expression grew even colder.
"Let me tell you what a real battlefield is like."
"Bullets pour down like rain, and all before your eyes are the flying limbs of comrades and enemies."
"In your heart, there's no anger, no fear, no sorrow, only the mechanical act of firing."
"In that moment, you're nothing but a machine; any superfluous emotion could cost you your life!"
"Such battlefields are nightmarish, hellish experiences for anyone."
"Many veterans, after being discharged, are haunted by these nightmares, over and over in their brains until they go mad, unable to cope."
"Yet even so, our warriors keep returning to the battlefield time and time again."
He grabbed hold of Liu Dongliang's clothes, his face twisted with malice.
"You're right, those sacrificed warriors are not to be desecrated."
"And you, bastard, dare to use the honor of the military to show off and pick up girls!"
