Returning to his home in the town of Damari, Yebbo was filled with emotion.

After experiencing those terrifying monsters in another world, that memory gave him a sense of unreality.

But the comrades who returned with him and the unbreakable soul bond in his mind reminded him that all this was real.

As a platoon commander in the infantry battalion under Bai Zhiyong's command, the young Yebo has been fighting for five years.

They fought with the fungus, with the Gentile guerrillas, and sometimes with other mushrooms within the KNU.

Of course, their war is more of a joke, usually just go up and fire a few shots, deter each other, and wait for their respective commanders to negotiate and negotiate.

If you fight with the fungus and axe, then there is a chance that there will only be an air attack.

Yebo was able to fire a gun at the age of fourteen, and his father was killed by a landmine planted on the side of the road at an early age, and her mother supported him and his sister by farming.

Nothing is good in Dianma, except that the fields are fertile and the climate is good.

The rice in the field can be grown three or even four times a year, and although honest farming cannot get rid of poverty, at least it will not starve to death.

When Yebo was seventeen years old, Bai Zhiyong led his troops to occupy the area, and soon recruited soldiers.

In order to earn 170,000 kyats (about 600 RB) per month, he chose to join Bai Zhiyong's command.

The days passed like this, and five years seemed like a flick of a finger.

He is 22 years old, and his sister is 18 years old, and he is studying in Yangon on the monthly salary he has saved.

Bai Zhiyong is good at calculation and arrangement, but he never deducts the remuneration of his subordinates.

At this time, in retrospect, Yebo did not regret his decision to follow Bai Zhiyong, living in such an environment, there were not many choices left for him from beginning to end.

Either way, it's good to be back.

Standing at the door of the house, he knocked lightly on the door of the shack.

Soon there was a familiar sound in the room.

"Who?"

"Mom, it's me."

"Jebo..."

……

"Crunch..."

The door was quickly opened.

The rickety mother hugged his waist.

With the turmoil within the KNU, the transfer of Bai Zhiyong's department has become more and more frequent.

As the private soldier of the fungus valve, no one knows which will come first, tomorrow or the accident.

Every time we meet, we are full of sorrow.

The mother and son embraced each other for a moment and entered the humble home together.

"Mom... I..."

Jebo looked at his mother and had a lot to say.

But he knew he couldn't say, and he couldn't say, that since that night there had been a man who was higher than his life, his soul.

That's the master, Chen Xuan!

Whether he wants it or not, it's a dead end.

After a long silence, he unstrapped his gun and pulled out a stack of banknotes thicker than usual from the pocket of his uniform.

"Mom, take it."

"This is the money that Mr. Bai distributed."

"It's going to be a big battle, so it's more than usual."

Yebo explained that he didn't want his mother to worry.

Looking at the wad of money on the table, his mother did not answer, but there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

She had a gut feeling in her heart...

But after so many years of distress, she has learned that many things are irreversible.

"In the second half of the year, Jerk will graduate."

"After this battle, please ask Mr. Bai to retreat, go to Yangon, and find a wife..."

Without replying, Yebo took out a pack of cigarettes from his bosom, took one out and lit it, and violently smoked a third of it.

"Mom, I want to eat fragrant rice."

"Okay..., Mom, I'll do it..."

The truth? There is no truth.

Is it that he doesn't want to say?

No, it's he who can't say.

Born in this place, there are not many choices in the first place.

With or without Chen Xuan, none of them had a better choice.