I have a magical world

Returning to his home in Damari Township again, Yebo felt filled with emotions.

After experiencing those terrifying monsters in another world, that memory gave him an unreal feeling.

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

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

They fought directly with bacteria, with foreign guerrillas, and sometimes with other bacteria within the KNU.

Of course, their war is more like a joke. They usually just go up and fire a few shots to intimidate each other, and wait for their respective superiors to negotiate and negotiate.

If we fight the bacteria head-on, there is a high probability that there will only be an air attack.

Yebo was able to fire a gun at the age of fourteen. His father was killed by a landmine buried on the roadside in his early years. Her mother supported him and his sister by farming.

Nothing is good about Myanmar, except that the fields are fertile and the climate is good.

The rice in the fields can produce three or even four crops a year. Although farming honestly will not escape poverty, at least it will not starve to death.

When Yebo was seventeen years old, Bai Zhiyong led his troops to occupy this place and quickly recruited troops on the spot.

In order to earn a monthly salary of 170,000 kyats (about 600rmb), he chose to join Bai Zhiyong's command.

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

He is 22 years old and his sister is 18 years old. They are studying in Yangon with the monthly salary he saved.

Bai Zhiyong is good at calculations and arrangements, but he never withholds the rewards of his subordinates.

At this time, looking back, 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.

No matter what, it would be nice to come back.

Standing at the door of the house, he knocked gently on the shed door.

An old and familiar voice soon came from the house.

"Who is it?"

"Mom, it's me."

"Jebo..."

…

"Crunch..."

The door to the house was quickly opened.

His rickety mother hugged his waist.

With the turmoil within KNU, Bai Zhiyong's transfers have become more and more frequent.

As a private soldier of the fungus clan, no one knows whether tomorrow or the accident will come first.

Every time we meet is full of sadness.

The mother and son hugged each other for a moment and entered the simple home together.

"Mom...I..."

Jebo looked at his mother and had many things to say.

But he knew that he couldn't say it, and he couldn't say that since that night, there was someone higher than his life, his soul.

That is the master, Chen Xuan!

Whether he wants it or not, this is a done deal.

After a long silence, he took off his gun belt and took out a thicker-than-usual stack of banknotes from his uniform pocket.

"Mom, take it."

"This is Mr. Bai's money."

"We're going to fight a big battle, so we're giving out more than usual."

Jebo explained that he did not want to worry his mother.

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

There was an intuition in her heart...

But so many years of suffering have made her understand that many things are irreversible.

"Yeke will graduate in the second half of the year."

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

Without answering, Jebo took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, took one out, lit it, and smoked a third of it.

"Mom, I want to eat fragrant rice."

"Okay... Mom, let's do it..."

the truth? There is no truth.

Is it because he doesn't want to say it?

No, he couldn't say it.

Being born in this place, I didn’t have many choices.

With or without Chen Xuan, they had no better choice.

Someone actually asked me why it was okay to have tens of thousands of people contracted by Myawaddy.

Is it possible that Yebo could defy the restrictions of the contract and leak the information unscrupulously?

As for fighting? Isn't that commonplace? Who should be beaten or not beaten? What should the relatives suspect? Jump out and hit the knee of the bacterial valve? –_–

Therefore, it is a bad habit to take things for granted and use oneself to represent all regions and all individuals.