Return to the Fourth Company, Going to Be a Platoon Leader

"Ah!"

Outside the door, Wang Ye didn't leave immediately.

He could see that Yan Zhiming was reluctant to leave the military camp.

But he also knew that Yan Zhiming was a person with a strong will deep down.

He didn't want sympathy.

He didn't need sympathy either.

A soldier can't be a soldier forever.

Just as Wang Ye had said.

Enough, he had shed blood for the country. Although his military career was short, only a year, he had already lived up to the identity of a soldier.

Instead of staying in the army and becoming a cared-for patient, it was better to return home with honor and achievements.

Looking back at the ward where Yan Zhiming was, Wang Ye took a heavy step in his heart.

...

"Damn, why aren't these white-caps being arrogant now?

Look, I've even got my hands in my pockets, and they haven't come out!"