Several of them, while kissing him, couldn't help but burst into tears. Tears flowed freely on the faces of the Corporal and the warriors, yet each person's face was filled with uncontrollable joy.
"I'm sorry...." In another crowd, a surviving POW held the face of a young warrior, crying, "It was too chaotic then, we all could only desperately run forward, running nonstop. Your brother was originally by my side, but a shell separated us. I couldn't see him, and couldn't find him...."
The young warrior, clutching his gun, sobbed uncontrollably. Big teardrops fell into the muddy pit.
The surrounding warriors turned their faces away. No one wanted to see the desperate and sorrowful eyes of this warrior, who had been full of hope from the beginning, hoping his captured brother would return.
A robust warrior stepped out from the crowd at the pit's entrance. He stood there, looking at the young warrior, calling in a trembling voice: "Manuqi......"
