"This name has been dead for 47 years. Back then, I was third rank, and he was fourth rank. I was not as talented as he was.
"He and I were on the second battlefield, fighting for a day and a night. When reinforcements arrived, he was literally exhausted to death. I carried his corpse back, couldn't even see his face, just wounds everywhere."
Walking into the cemetery, there were walls everywhere, densely engraved with names.
Wang Yetao and Su Yue walked slowly inside the white walls.
Su Yue's face was solemn.
Suddenly, Wang Yetao stopped next to a name and said softly.
Su Yue was stunned.
He could hear some trembling in Wang Yetao's tone, even though the latter was trying hard to conceal it.
"This name was my camp commander back then. It was supposed to be my turn for a break, and they went on an expedition.
"But I never saw him again. The entire camp's comrades, all gone."
Wang Yetao arrived at another name.
