Bierhoff had come down from the helicopter by this time. He was sitting on the open ground on the top of a certain mountain, smoking cigars, and whispering loudly, "Army officer, don't say that. It would affect our friendship very much. It would hurt our feelings so directly and so sharply."

"It seems that your heart is not so fragile. It's important to hurt your feelings or your life. I think you should be able to tell that easily." There were two cold lights in the division's eyes.

"Of course, life is a little more important." Bill Hough gave a fascinating laugh.

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