But Jiang Yan Hai believed that if these soldiers had to make the choice again, they would still make the same choice without hesitation.
To them, it was not a question of whether it was worth it. Their mission, their faith, and their responsibility drove them into such situations.
It was not only countless soldiers, but also firefighters who faced the flames and entered burning buildings, as well as anti-drug police who clearly knew that their lives—and even the lives of their families—were in mortal danger.
These ordinary, unremarkable people fought on different fronts with their faith and their lives.
How were they supposed to choose?
In fact, they had already made their choice the moment they took that step.
With a crackling sound, sparks burst from the campfire once more. Jiang Yan Hai's low voice fell silent in the cave, and calm returned.
Yet the expressions on everyone's faces had changed. Jiang Yan Hai had not told them how to choose, nor had he said which choice was right. Everyone had their own answer in their hearts.
Everyone had their own thoughts. On a battlefield filled with flying bullets, no one could stay uninvolved, and no one could guarantee that their decision was one hundred percent correct.
But no matter what, they still had to continue down this road, because someone had to keep walking it—without hesitation!
Familiar features and smiles surfaced in Jiang Yan Hai's mind once again: soft, flowing long hair, large eyes, and that familiar smiling face.
She was under his protection too, wasn't she?
"Captain, Goshawk, I'm sorry." After a long while, Bandage, who had been sitting there, suddenly spoke in a muffled voice.
A faint smile tugged at Jiang Yan Hai's lips, though his tone remained calm. "You don't need to apologize to me.