I couldn’t see them since I was hiding in the underground passage, but I could hear their voices.
Two of them were panting.
"Is Old Chen going to make it?"
"He’s fainted but he's no longer losing blood."
"Let’s just leave him here. He’s already half dead and there's no doctor here."
"No! How can we abandon our comrade for the revolution?"
"That’s where you’re wrong, Xiaowang. It’s worth the sacrifice precisely because it’s for a revolution."
"You can’t say that, Old Jin. Didn’t Old Chen land himself in this state in order to save us from the landmine?"
"Alright, stop bickering. Let’s vote but count Old Chen out. There are five of us here. We will act according to the voting result."
...
I stayed motionless.
Five people?
I pondered over their conversation.
No, six of them.
One injured Old Chen.
They spoke in Chinese so they must be from China.
