.In such a soldier in a world of war, he may be able to become a brilliant hero like Fu Yinxue. He raised the flag of the Fifth Special Force high on the world stage again.

Zhang Xiangrong stared at Fang's face and watched the boy grow and become stronger with his own eyes. He once taught Fang to shoot step by step; in order to train Fang's environmental adaptability and survival ability, he once grabbed a wooden stick and forced Fang, who was only eleven years old at the time, to jump into a cesspool and stayed in the cesspool for eight hours. During this period, he even demonstrated the way to lead Fang to have a weird lunch in this harshest environment...

"What a pity..."

Zhang Xiangrong sighed in his heart and looked at the child in front of him who had personally trained for twelve years and showed a gentle smile for the first time, "Go and clean up and prepare to leave."

Fangs were really stupid. He only felt that his head was hit hard by someone with a hammer. With a loud "boom", he completely lost the ability to think. Two hot streams gushed out of his eyes. Fangs mechanically stretched out a finger and gently touched a trace of liquid that was gushing out from his eyes. He hesitated and sent his fingers and the crystal water droplets into his mouth.

"It's salty." Fangya let out an unconscious murmur. "Is it really salty? Is this just tears? It turns out that I still know how to cry! I always thought I... wouldn't cry!"

The pain is really painful! The biting pain in his heart makes him cry so hard that he can't help crying.

"Did I fail? Am I eliminated? Am I no longer a soldier of the Fifth Special Force?" Fangya looked at the instructor in front of him who showed a gentle smile to him for the first time but beat him to the point of being decent in an instant. He wanted to remain calm and gave Zhang Xiangrong the last military salute. After handing the ID card that could prove his identity to the table, he turned around and left without looking back.

To win, you must win beautifully and lose freely.

But Fangya couldn't help but scream in despair: "I will never see you again, and I will not accept your teachings, and I will never call you an instructor again?"

"You haven't been eliminated!"

Zhang Xiangrong looked deeply at the big boy with a breath of despair all over his body. Looking at the crazy tears gushing out of his eyes, Zhang Xiangrong felt that his heart was like being stabbed by something sharp, bringing out the same pain.

This was the first time he saw Fang crying!

Fangs are the most proud student. No matter how hard the training is, no matter what kind of grievance the Fangs suffer, they are even hit by bullets during live ammunition training. During fighting training, the palm of his palm was pierced by a special triangular bayonet with special forces, and the head of the "red flag" Fangs never cried.

"You are my best student. I dare say that you are better than any of your companions who have walked out of the Fifth Special Forces. You have the most valuable perfect quality of a soldier." Zhang Xiangrong walked to Fang and patted his shoulder and said in a stern voice: "If you are even eliminated, I really can't think of anyone else who can graduate from us."

Fangs just raised a hint of relief from his face, Zhang Xiangrong's words later drove him into the abyss again: "But... you must leave! The choice I give you is to apply to leave the Fifth Special Forces voluntarily so that you can at least retain the pride and dignity of a soldier!"

"You are frank and upright and have the craziest desire to fight when you meet strong people, you will be strong without regrets. It is the most perfect soldier I have ever seen. But it is because of your existence that I suddenly realize that our education is wrong!" Zhang Xiangrong took off his fangs and looked at the outstanding boy in front of him who was not fully mature but as stable as Mount Tai, and seemed to be able to withstand the heavy burden of a thousand pounds. He sighed: "You are the most perfect soldier, but if you want to be the best soldier, you must have the spirit of being the best hero for the country and the people, so that you have a pair of keen eyes that can distinguish things but know what to do. A weapon that does not know what to do and only knows mechanically to execute orders is just a weapon."

"I can only say that you chose the wrong era when you were born!" Zhang Xiangrong looked apologetically at the big boy with no hope in his eyes. "You are too sharp and sharp, and have passed the limit of the society. You made such a disaster in your first mission, but I can't find any reason to accuse a soldier who obeyed the orders, but I believe that no one dared to hand over the weapon to your hands. Instead of becoming a pearl destined to be buried in the yellow sand in the army, it is better to let you leave now and find your life in the outside world and find your lost childhood again!"

Take out a folder and gently stuff him into his fangs' hands. Zhang Xiangrong whispered: "You are a special case in the army. You have been recruited from the age of eight to now and have twelve years of military service. According to the salary standards of the Fifth Special Forces, plus various subsidies, your bank account now has a total of 567,000 yuan. You are over 20 years old and we have registered a blue ID card for you."

"Ship your id card."

Fangs mechanically sent the identity certificate that represents the most proud and dignified soldier to Zhang Xiangrong's hands. Two big hands, which were equally powerful and calloused, touched each other in the air, feeling each other's cold skin. Fangs and Zhang Xiangrong felt their noses suddenly sore.

Fang looked blankly at the man in front of him who had taught him for twelve years and looked at the white silk that had been dyed on his tip at some point. He looked at his waist that was originally standing upright and unyielding, but suddenly he suddenly had a slightly bent waist. He understood that maybe this would be the last time they had such a close conversation and looked at each other deeply.

When he handed over this id, the fifth special force will always take off the "fangs". This soldier. When he walked out of the Fifth Special Force training camp, he was no longer qualified to return here to accompany him. His entire childhood filled his twelve years of life will become the most ethereal and unrealistic dream!

Zhang Xiangrong grabbed the ID card sent by Fangya, but Fangya did not let go.

He is reluctant to let go!

Fang has no relatives or friends, but it was not until this moment that he was surprised to find that instructor Zhang Xiangrong had already filled this vacancy in his life.

It was this man who accompanied him to tear off the plastic paper that compressed biscuits with a free and easy smile in the disgusting and harsh environment.

It was this man anxiously waiting for them on the edge of the tropical jungle full of unpredictable dangers to wait for them to undergo wild survival training. When he moved out of the life-like Jedi little by little with scars on his body, what was welcomed was the instructor's generous and powerful hug. It was this man who carefully picked the water on his feet with a disinfected steel needle and squeezed the pus and blood inside bit by bit, and then carefully pasted a piece of disinfectant gauze.

This man will never forget to give him a beautiful greeting card and a heartfelt blessing on his birthday.

...

After twelve years of getting along, Zhang Xiangrong is not only his instructor, but also his age-lost friend, his teacher, his brother, and his relatives.

It was not until this moment that Fangya realized that the reason why he could tolerate the boring and painful training for fourteen hours a day was because he was eager to exchange his efforts for even the most understatement of Instructor Zhang Xiangrong's praise and a look of gratification.
Chapter completed!