In the no-man's land beside Highway 219, An Zai was squatting with his big rear end in the dry toilet.
This place is nothing like the city; life here is extremely harsh, with not only dreadful climate conditions but also almost no signal—days are terribly dull.
Moreover, now it's off-peak tourist season, and you can go two or three days without seeing a single car on the road.
Even this old soldier, who can endure a lot, was finding it hard to bear...
"Ah, just five more days until I'm free, hang in there..." An Zai comforted himself while pulling out some toilet paper from his pocket and folding it a few times.
Just as he finished wiping and was about to pull up his pants, suddenly in the distance on the dirt road appeared dots of light, exceptionally noticeable in the pitch-black night.
An Zai's hand froze at his waistband, causing the roll of paper he was holding to slip to the ground.
