Huff puff.
Huff puff.
Cui Qishan gasped for air, his arms stretched straight, his feet pushing hard; it took a good ten seconds before the resistance in front suddenly released.
Whoo...
The car in front pulled out of the trap, emitting a dull roar and sending a clump of mud into Cui Qishan's mouth.
Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey...
Cui Qishan spat several times, still tasting the fresh mud flavor mixed with the foul smell of tires in his mouth.
"Cui Da, get in the car," Xiao Si, who came along, couldn't be bothered to comfort him. He used to be annoying and unappreciated at Squad Seven, but nobody there hassled him.
It was nothing like how it was after being kicked over to Cui Qishan; each day's work became heavier than the last, and now he was simply off on a long trip. Thinking about the hardship he endured, not even the squad leader eating shit would appease him.