Don't Look, Don't Be Afraid

Return countdown: 7:00:00.

Evening.

The singing rang out bright and clear.

"The sun sets behind the western hills, red clouds flying; soldiers return to camp after target practice, return to camp."

"Red flags unfurl in the wind against the rosy clouds; joyful singing fills the sky."

"Misaola misao, lasaidau ruai."

"Joyful singing fills the sky."

These were songs Qing Chen had taught the soldiers. He had taught them two in total: one was "The Internationale," and the other was "Returning from Target Practice."

With the setting sun slanting down and everyone in high spirits, it was the perfect time to sing "Returning from Target Practice."

Unlike ordinary people, the more than twenty troop carriers barely stopped along the way. When the soldiers grew tired, they slept sitting in the vehicles, then took turns driving.

They went to the toilet together. If it was not toilet time, they held it in. Everything was regulated according to marching standards.

But none of the soldiers complained.

Everyone eagerly rushed toward the wilderness, toward a new battlefield.

In the rear truck bed, Old Li smiled and asked Qing Ling, "I heard you've been living pretty well. You old bastard even made it back into the Secret Intelligence Department. So why did you come running out into the wilderness again? You're different from us. We were afraid that if we kept rotting away there, we'd become useless."

Qing Ling chuckled. "Then it seems our Qing intelligence personnel are even more loyal than yours. Fine food, power, money—none of it matters. They still came to the wilderness to fight alongside the boss. We should tell the boss about this. It deserves a reward."

Old Li's face immediately darkened. "Why the fuck are you still competing? There won't be any Li or Qing clans in the future."