Regardless of people or things, they will definitely be different after experiencing such hardships. Beethoven said that outstanding people often grow up in suffering. Suffering is a gift from God to mortals. Whoever turns suffering into the power of transformation will no longer be ordinary.
Just like Yang Chen who grew up in hardship.
Two years.
Counted from the day you enter the Blade.
The not-so-long years have completely transformed him.
At the Yanshan base, in a field illuminated by lights, sixty-six iron-blooded men stand tall and straight, motionless, mighty and majestic. The seventy-two people selected two years ago are now six less, or they may secretly transform into mercenaries to experience the cruelty of actual combat.
Sometimes, he died accidentally on the battlefield in Iraq and Afghanistan, or he lost his life to save his comrades in a fierce battle with armed drug traffickers on the border of southern Xinjiang.
No matter what, they are heroes.
It's a pity that he is destined to be an unknown hero.
There are sixty-six people left, each with more or less scars and bullet marks on their body. This not only symbolizes the glory of the military, but also implies the difficulties and hardships that outsiders will never understand, the bloody cruelty in the hail of bullets, and the sorrow of parting with their comrades. Only they
These strong men who emerged from the smoke of gunfire felt the deepest feelings.
Compared with two years ago, they have developed a killing momentum that most soldiers do not have. Now they are truly iron-blooded men.
"Yang Chen comes out!"
Colonel Hao Zhendong, No. 1 of the base, stared at Yang Chen. A dozen base officers on the left and right also looked at Yang Chen. Yang Chen took a step forward and broke away from the queue. He exuded the masculine charm of an iron-blooded soldier. He was more manly and intimidating than two years ago.
People, stand at attention and then perform standard military salutes.
Yang Chen's every move was almost perfect.
Hao Zhendong returned the gift, looked at Yang Chen, a hint of relief appeared on his solemn face, and said: "Of all the team members in the base, you are the one who has grown the fastest. I remember that you haven't passed your nineteenth birthday yet. You are really a terrible young man. Now, I announce that after the research of my superiors,
Later approved, Yang Chen was awarded the rank of Lieutenant."
Yang Chen was stunned. In the past two years, he had fantasized about being promoted countless times, but he never thought that the rank of lieutenant with two stars would come so early and suddenly.
However, the others were not surprised. The strong rhythmic applause echoed. They were happy for their comrades from the bottom of their hearts because of the affection forged under the test of life and death. Furthermore, they admired Yang Chen from the bottom of their hearts. This boy had mastered special forces in just two years.
The combat agent's combat skills and professional subjects are top-notch, and his learning ability is also abnormal. Even if he is admitted to several famous domestic military academies, he is still a top student.
"You deserve this, don't be burdened."
Hao Zhendong personally delivered a brand-new military uniform to Yang Chen. Yang Chen took a deep breath, calmed down and took over the uniform. No matter how unfazed he was, he was a mortal after all, a child who wanted to please his parents. This military uniform meant that he was on the road to life.
Take a gorgeous and shining step.
Parents, my son has not embarrassed you.
Yang Chen returned to the team with his military uniform in both hands, his resolute expression unable to hide the tears in his eyes.
Nearly one-sixth of the sixty-six people were directly promoted, including Wu Jie, Yang Chen was the youngest. Then Hao Zhendong announced that these proud disciples who had walked out of the hail of bullets would be given a family leave and wear military uniforms for two and a half years.
, this is their first real vacation.
Everyone cheered almost like children, some threw their hats high, and some even hugged each other and laughed.
The pressure that had been held in for more than two years was released at this moment. Hao Zhendong, known as the "Black-faced God", wanted to scold him, but was stopped by the political commissar of the base. The base officers quietly left, leaving these young people to make trouble.
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Yang Chen and his comrades made a fuss for a while, then returned to the dormitory. The two-person room in the middle of the mountain was as comfortable as a standard room in a star-rated hotel. It had a TV, computer, desk, bookcase, and separate bathroom. It was all available. Yang Chen wanted to sneak back and give it a try.
Wu Jie was ahead of him in his new military uniform, wearing a brand new cadre uniform with the rank of lieutenant, pacing back and forth in the room, looking here and there, picking at it, cherishing it very much.
Yang Chen laughed dumbly.
Wu Jie, their most mysterious master, Lieutenant Tiqian, what about this? Yang Chen was puzzled and couldn't help but said: "You are acting strangely today. In the past, you couldn't stand the old man who carried the general."
You dare to sneer and look down upon me, but how can you be so happy with your stupidity?"
"You and I earned this dime by ourselves. We didn't go through the back door or have any liaisons. It's worth having fun." Wu Jie burst out laughing after saying this. He was so unhappy. In the small circle he once belonged to, too many people relied on their fathers and ancestors.
Living in secrecy and living in secrecy, living without food, now I have finally proven that I am different from those losers, of course I am happy!
After he smiled, he said to Yang Chen: "It's half a month's leave. Don't be in a hurry to go home. I'll take you and Ding Hao to the Imperial City to have fun for two days."
Yang Chen, who was eager to return home, did not comment and changed his clothes with a smile.
At this moment, Ding Hao stood at the door of the room. The door was open, and he could see clearly what was going on inside. He then looked at the first-class sergeant epaulette on his shoulder, and his honest face showed a bit of sadness. Whoever has served in the military does not understand the difference between a non-commissioned officer and an officer.
There is a gap that is extremely difficult to cross.
Seeing Ding Hao's expression, Wu Jie burst into laughter, pulled him into the room, and deliberately asked: "Mouse, what's the matter, are you unhappy that Yang Ziz and I are having sex?"
Ding Hao shook his head hurriedly.
"Old Wu, stop teasing the mice."
Yang Chen glared at Wu Jie. Wu Jie, who was fearless, really fell for Yang Chen's tricks. When the conversation changed and he started to comfort Ding Hao, Ding Hao squeezed out a smile and said with serious eyes: "Yang Zi, Lao Wu, I am a rural soldier. Turn."
The sergeant is already satisfied. At least he doesn't have to face the loess and turn his back to the sky as a miserable farmer. My parents will be happy if they know about it, but they just feel that they are holding back our iron triangle..."
Yang Chen patted Ding Hao's shoulder hard and said seriously: "The three of us are good brothers, why are we talking about this?"
In the room, the three people fell silent immediately. You looked at me, I looked at you, and then burst into hearty laughter. They were brothers, brothers who had experienced life and death. How could they be pretentious? After laughing, the three people discussed going to Beijing to spend a few days.
Wu Jie warmly invited him, and Ding Hao, who was full of endless yearning for the capital, was full of expectations. Yang Chen, who wished he could return home immediately, suppressed his inner urge to return home and happily agreed to visit Beijing for a few days.
Tomorrow is a holiday, but the lights will still be turned off on time at night.
Just before turning off the lights, Ding Hao returned to his dormitory. Yang Chen was lying on the bed. While Wu Jie was going into the bathroom to take a shower, he pulled out a military magazine from under the mattress and opened it gently. A photo fell into his eyes, and his deep eyes suddenly became brighter.
A deep-seated tenderness that an iron-blooded man should not have.
Li Nan...the girl who carries Yang Chen's purest feelings.
No matter how Wu Jie's guy praised his sister Wu Rui in every possible way, Li Nan's status in Yang Chen's heart never wavered.
"We will meet again soon."
Yang Chen murmured to himself in front of the photo, affectionately and persistently, imagining that he would return home in military uniform, and that he would be able to live up to her high expectations with his majestic appearance.
