The Contracted Yebo (Small Extra)

Returning to his home in Damari Township, Yebo was filled with emotion.

After experiencing those horrible monsters in the other world, that memory made him feel unreal.

But his comrades who returned with him 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 troops, the young Yebo has fought for five years.

They fought with Junzhengfu, foreign guerrillas, and sometimes other Junfa within the KNU.

Of course, their war was more like a joke. Usually they just went up and fired a few shots, intimidated each other, and waited for their respective superiors to negotiate.

If they fought with Junzhengfu, then nine out of ten would only face air strikes.

Yebo could shoot at the age of fourteen. His father was killed by a landmine buried on the roadside in his early years, and his mother supported him and his sister by farming.

Dian Myanmar is not good in anything, 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. Although farming honestly cannot get rid of poverty, at least it will not starve to death.

When Yebo was 17 years old, Bai Zhiyong led his troops to occupy this place and quickly recruited soldiers.

In order to earn a monthly salary of 170,000 Myanmar Kyats (about 600 RMB), he chose to join Bai Zhiyong's army.

The days passed one by one, and five years passed in the blink of an eye.

He was 22 years old, and his sister was 18 years old. She was studying in Yangon with the monthly salary he saved.

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

At this time, looking back, Yebo did not regret his decision to follow Bai Zhiyong. Living in such an environment, he had few choices from beginning to end.

In any case, it was good to be able to come back.

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

A vicissitudes and familiar voice soon came from the house.

"Who is it?"

"Mom, it's me."

"Yebo..."

...

"Creaky..."

The door was opened quickly.

His hunched mother hugged his waist.

With the turmoil within the KNU, the transfer of Bai Zhiyong's troops became more and more frequent.

As the private soldiers of the Junfa, no one knew which would come first, tomorrow or an accident.

Every meeting was full of sorrow.

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

"Mom... I..."

Yebo looked at his mother and had a lot to say in his heart.

But he knew he couldn't say it, and he couldn't say it. Since that night, there was a person who was higher than his life and his soul.

That was the master, Chen Xuan!

Whether he was willing or not, this was a fait accompli.

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

"Mom, take it."

"This is the money from Mr. Bai."

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

Ye Bo explained, he didn't want to worry his mother.

Looking at the stack of money on the table, his mother didn't answer, but tears welled up in her eyes.

She had an intuition in her heart...

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

"In the second half of the year, Ye Ke will graduate."

"After this war, ask Mr. Bai to resign, go to Yangon, find a wife..."

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

"Mom, I want to eat delicious food."

"Okay..., Mom will do it right away..."

The truth? There is no truth.

Is he unwilling to say it?

No, he can't say it.

Born in this place, there are not many choices.

Whether Chen Xuan is there or not, they have no better choice.

Some people actually asked me why it was okay for Miaowadi to contract tens of thousands of people.

Could it be that Ye Bo could leak the news unscrupulously despite the restrictions of the contract?

As for fighting? Isn't that commonplace? It doesn't matter who you fight for, why do relatives suspect you? Are you going to jump out and hit the knee of the fungus valve? –_–

So it is a bad habit to take things for granted and use yourself as a substitute for all regions and all individuals.