Countdown to return: 16:00:00.
In the dim dungeon, He Jinqiu slowly opened his eyes.
He had a very long dream.
In the dream, he was still that rookie, just arrived at the recruit camp, running the five-kilometer cross-country for the first time and vomiting halfway through...
He also dreamed of the first time his squad leader took him to the shooting range. He thought he could finally touch a gun, but all the rookies stood in a military stance for four hours with unloaded guns.
The squad leader called it a way to train their patience, saying that soldiers shouldn't just think about touching guns all the time; they should first hone their will.
At that time, everyone really wanted to die.
In the dream, He Jinqiu dreamed about all the things he hated the most back then.
Yet somehow, those things are now sweet as sugar.
How strange.
His hands were still bound with vine ropes, and someone had used an iron hook to pierce through his clavicle, suspending him in the air.
