Elena Wei's Silent Vigil and Shadows Over the Border Chapter 111

The night faded away, and the sky turned pale, heralding the arrival of morning.

The red sun was about to jump out of the horizon, the heat had not yet come, five or six small animals gathered by the pond, and bursts of bird calls came from the grass, crisp and melodious, very pleasant to the ears.

A large number of mosquitoes gathered above the water, flying in a continuous mass.

Two spiders were weaving a web by the pond, and a dozen dragonflies were skimming over the water, catching large swarms of mosquitoes.

In the barracks, Bo Ping sat up, lifted the mosquito net made of hemp cloth, walked barefoot on the ground, walked to the table in two steps, picked up a pottery jar, gulped down a few big mouthfuls of water, and exhaled comfortably. Feeling pain and itching behind his shoulder, he picked up the wooden box next to the pottery jar, dug out the green ointment, and rubbed it on the itchy area with his fingers.