Chapter 13 Old Comrades

The military green jeep was running on the road. It was close to dusk. The sky was shrouded in clouds and mists, shining brightly. "Mike Zhang, how many years have you been with me?" Richie Lin, who was sitting in the back row, suddenly asked. He was still young when he joined the army. He did chores, planted vegetables and raised pigs, and carried the wounded. When he went to the battlefield at the age of sixteen, he knew Mike and other teammates. "Young General, it has been about seven years,...