"Ever seen paratroopers like us?" Sitting on the train, the squad leader looked at Xiang Ziyu and joked, "It's too frustrating, we still have to take a train to go home."
They had been sent to Donghe Bridge by plane, where they also killed the King of Qi Country, Jiang Xian. Now that their holiday was over and they had no further assignments, they could only return to their original base by train.
The latter half of the train was filled with wounded soldiers, some without arms, some without legs. These men would be taken to hospitals in the rear for careful treatment and then assigned to local offices to perform clerical work.
There was no helping it; literate and qualified civil servants were simply too rare to meet demand, and the military had kept the best talent for themselves. For those soldiers phased out due to injuries, being placed in local positions was definitely a coveted opportunity.
