Liu Guozhu didn't know where he got the courage from, or perhaps he was beguiled by the memory of earning a medal in the last battle when he had fought outside his tank.
So there he was, holding his pistol and rushing to the front. As soon as he crossed the low wall by the roadside, he saw a Qi Army soldier shivering and hiding there.
The other soldier was startled by his appearance, and Liu Guozhu hadn't expected to find someone hiding here either. He raised his pistol and pulled the trigger, the recoil causing his hand to jerk slightly upward.
The bullet struck the Qi Army soldier square in the face, blood splattered instantly, some even reaching Liu Guozhu's own face.
The suddenness of it all stimulated Liu Guozhu's nerves, snapping him back to reality. This was a genuine battlefield where any decision might cost him his fragile life.
