Chapter 327 - 319: If I Kiss You, You’re Not Allowed to Die
Just like that, Sisi became famous. Everyone knew that in Shangguan Qing’s unit, there was a mysterious sharpshooter—a beautiful girl who hit her targets with precision. It was said that she had already taken down several enemy leaders. As long as she was present, the fight was sure to be a breeze.
Even brother units had asked to borrow Sisi to assist them, but Shangguan Qing had refused, with Luo Zhigang’s support, of course. Although some people made snide remarks behind closed doors, Sisi was not officially enlisted, so their words held no weight; they couldn’t use military orders to bear down upon her.
Sisi was unaware of these matters. Tian Xinhua would automatically shield her from any scheming or infighting, and neither Shangguan nor Zhang Jie were fond of playing such mind games. As a result, they were completely oblivious to these things and also didn’t know that the three of them had earned a beautiful title—Pan Zhihua.
Pan Zhihua is an alternative name for the cotton flower, known for its blood-like red color and large, cup-shaped blossoms. Each spring, it blooms heroically, looking from afar like groups of joyful flames dancing wildly on branches. Thus, the local people of the Southern Border have always regarded it as a symbol of heroism, also known as Heroic Flower.
Soldiers referred to Sisi and the other two as Heroic Flowers to express their reverence and affection for these beautiful girls who fought no less bravely than male soldiers.
Every day, many injured soldiers were brought to the hospital, and many passed away due to delayed rescue. Most of them were in their twenties, unmarried, with their fragrant lives having just begun, yet ended before they could fully blossom.
Whenever they were not on the battlefield, they would go to the hospital to help out. There was a dire shortage of hands there, and any help provided was significant.
What they could do was limited to simple, non-technical tasks like dressing wounds. Nevertheless, Sisi and her companions were very popular in the wards. Beautiful girls are always a pleasant sight, especially amidst pain and suffering.
Looking at the soldiers bearing their pain stoically, each of their hearts felt overwhelmingly heavy. People died every day, and sorrow kept accumulating. Sisi didn’t know how the doctors and nurses managed to bear it, but she couldn’t take it any longer. And neither could Shangguan or Zhang Jie. Their way of venting was to kill more enemies on the battlefield; only then would they feel somewhat relieved.
That day, a young soldier from the battlefield was brought in. He was the one who had handed out weapons to Sisi and her companions on their first day, having been assigned to the Sharp Blade Company. In the end, he was the only one left, yet he held on until the very last. He was shot in twelve places, and the four wounds in his chest were fatal. His body was a bloodied, tragic sight.