With a clang, Chen Shan Ming and Miao Lang were fine, but several veteran Special Forces soldiers at the next table could no longer take it. They put down their mess tins and rushed out, probably reminded of something unpleasant.
"What's going on?" Jiang Yan Hai asked with a baffled look. But he quickly ignored them and warmly picked up two pieces of meat, placing one each into Miao Lang's and Chen Shan Ming's bowls.
"Come on, come on. Today's Braised Pork is really good—firm and chewy. I don't know if you've ever smelled it, but on the battlefield, people who get blown up and then burned actually smell pretty similar to roasted meat."
"Instructors, hurry up and eat. Oh, look at this slow-motion footage—the result of a bullet passing through a person's brain. Sigh, war truly is humanity's original sin."
At that moment, Miao Lang and Chen Shan Ming both wanted to strangle Jiang Yan Hai. Eat?! Eat your sister! Their stomachs were churning.
It was not that their endurance was poor, nor that they had never experienced such things. On the contrary, precisely because they had seen so much, they would not have associated anything with it if they were merely watching the rookies make fools of themselves or watching those videos.
It would pass quickly. There would be no problem eating normally.
But now that Jiang Yan Hai had started chatting with them in such a conversational manner, some of his descriptions and the topics he brought up involuntarily reminded Miao Lang and the others of situations they had encountered after previous missions.
China appeared peaceful, but that was because soldiers protected that peace. Ordinary people knew nothing about far too many things, and for these Special Forces soldiers, peace was something that did not exist.
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