Yang Fei's voice trembled incessantly.
"Lao Pao always said he feared death because in his family, he was the only pillar of support, his older brother was paralyzed, and his sister-in-law ran off with another man."
"At home, there were still three children and the only elderly father, over seventy years old. He feared that if he died, the whole family would not survive."
"Yet Lao Pao, who feared death the most, who always thought of running away at the sound of gunfire..."
"For the sake of tearing open the enemy's encirclement and allowing his comrades to break out, was the first to be glorified."
At this point, Yang Fei could no longer hold back.
He put down Lin Xueyi and leapt up a small slope in a few steps, his cry sounding like a howl.
"Lao Pao..."
Yang Fei's voice was piercing, like the lonely howl of a wolf, resonating far and wide.
This sound, in the endless night, was filled with endless sorrow and pain.
