The bright flame dragon battle flag was hung on the wall. Zhang Xiangrong and Fang stared at the flag that contained the red blood loyal souls of countless martyrs. Behind them were more than a hundred companions who lived with Fang day and night.

Zhang Xiangrong whispered: "You swear!"

Twelve years ago, Fangs also stood under the same bright and solemn national flag. As instructor Zhang Xiangrong made an oath to the national flag in his tender voice: "Serve the people wholeheartedly and obey orders, strictly abide by discipline, fight bravely and not afraid of sacrifice, loyalty to duty, work hard and practice killing enemies, and resolutely complete tasks. Under no circumstances will you betray the motherland and never betray the army."

Now twelve years have passed, the flame dragon battle flag on the wall is still like a burning flame with unyielding vitality, but when he stands in front of her again, he has already realized everything.

Fang slowly raised his right hand now he is no longer a glorious professional soldier. He is a civilian! He was silent for a while to the Yanlong Battle Flag, which represents the dignity of the Fifth Special Forces, before saying seriously: "I face the solemn oath of the Yanlong Battle Flag! Although I left the Fifth Special Forces, I am no longer a glorious imperial warrior, when the country needs me, I am willing to return to the army unconditionally to contribute my strength to the motherland and the people! I will keep in mind the secrets that the Fifth Special Forces should not be said, the secrets that should not be told, and I will never take, and I will never take, and I will never take, and I will not tell anyone about my experience in the Fifth Special Forces. I will not reveal to any individual or organization what I saw and heard in the Fifth Special Forces..."

As he spoke, teardrops as the size of beans surged out of the eyes of Fang Fang, the best soldier of the Fifth Special Forces.

These are tears of shame!

"Wipe off your tears and don't cry like a woman!" Zhang Xiangrong shouted suddenly: "Although you are no longer a soldier under my command, I still want to teach you the last class! No matter what ups and downs you have to face in the future, be a man or a soldier trained by our Fifth Special Forces, stand up straight and don't lie down!"

Fangs squeezed all over his body and shouted: "Yes!"

He shook off the tears in his eyes and stared at the flame dragon battle flag embroidered with a flying golden dragon in front of him and suddenly let out a long howl of the injured wild wolf: "Listen! I will always be your most loyal soldier. I will always be the sharpest weapon in your hand! As long as you give me the order, I can kill any strong enemy for you! Even if I die, I will have no regrets!!!"

Everyone in the conference room quietly looked at the man standing tall with the battle flag at this moment. At this moment, the sun shone through the glass window and selflessly poured his golden light onto the gorgeous flame dragon battle flag. The red and gold mixed together to bring out a stream of rippling light.

Fangs were completely surrounded by this dazzling color, and his pride, his concentration, his enthusiasm, his spirit, his spirit, his sorrow, his wounds made him look like a brilliant hero. He was so strong and so focused, and more than a hundred companions standing behind him sighed in his heart at the same time. A soldier who was separated from the Fifth Special Forces, no matter how outstanding and powerful he was, he might be unwilling to accept or struggle after losing this most colorful stage, but his future life is destined to be ordinary.

"Furrows are the special title of the Fifth Special Forces. The soldier who has this title is the elite of the Fifth Special Forces. On the battlefield, Fangs are the sharpest weapon to cut the enemy in our army." Zhang Xiangrong looked at Fangs and said in a deep voice: "From now on, you will no longer call Fangs!"

Fangya smiled helplessly and now he really had nothing. He was in the army for a full twelve years. Now, except for the paper bag in his hand, he even lost his name. He really came and went.

"Your name is printed on your ID card, and that is your real name." Zhang Xiangrong stared deeply at the big boy in front of him who had taken off his military uniform and stood there stupidly, holding a paper bag, looking a little lonely and helpless, whispering: "Your name is...Ao Midnight!"

"Ao Midnight?"

Midye hesitated and repeated this somewhat familiar and somewhat unfamiliar name, as if a gentle voice kept repeating the name in his ear when he was still very young.

"There is a transfer application in the file bag." Zhang Xiangrong said: "Your peers should still be ordinary high school students. With that transfer application, you can choose any middle school in any city in the country without worrying about being rejected. Although you can already be called an expert in many fields, I personally think you still need to go to those schools to receive formal education to meet new friends and slowly find a new life."

Go to meet new friends and slowly find a new life?!

Midye can lie on the ground alone in the cold cold that water is icy, and lurk quietly for twenty hours. He can travel through the Taklamakan Desert alone, which is known as the cliff of life. But when he thinks that he will face the new life alone in the future, Midye can't help but shudder. He pinched the paper bag that contained all his property in his hand and asked, "Do I still have relatives? Where are they now?"

Zhang Xiangrong's body froze involuntarily. He turned his body and carefully looked at the prosthetic limb installed on his left arm. His thoughts seemed to return to the battlefield where blood and smoke splattered. There was a rumble of cannons in his ears and saw the greatest body that could compete with the sun and the moon and allow the demon to retreat for it...

"He" pulled off his leg injury and could no longer run. Zhang Xiangrong's equipment was grabbed by his clothes and suddenly let out a crazy howl: "Get up!"

Zhang Xiangrong's body was 185 cm wide and was thrown up by "he". He carried Zhang Xiangrong on his shoulder and shouted: "I can accept that my brothers died in battle, but I will never abandon any brothers on the battlefield!"

Zhang Xiangrong patted my shoulder desperately and cried, "Squad leader let me go so that we will all die!"

"He" laughed wildly: "Don't move around! Then let's bet with God to see if my life is strong enough to escape with my brothers or I will be lucky enough to be doomed with you! If there are really eighteen hells and underworlds in this world, we will simply make a big fuss and release 100,000 evil ghosts to occupy the mountain and be king. It is also a great pleasure for life!"

Zhang Xiangrong shook off the tears from the corners of his eyes and shouted: "Okay! If you live as a hero, you will be a ghost hero! Even if you go to the underworld, I will be your soldier! Brother, the squad leader!!!"

"He" shouted proudly: "We soldiers who kill people like numb and bloody hands can go to heroic paradise, but they will be completely eliminated. If any idiot dares to take us to some shit hell for trial, he is willing to take the mountain and be the king of Yama as the king, and raise his hand!"

All the soldiers raised their right hands together and shouted: "We are willing to stay with the squad leader and never leave us!"

"Okay, then we will do our best to run in this world. We still have a mission that has not been completed for our motherland to survive for me! Use your life to the most valuable place!!!"

"good!!!"

Several tall and big soldiers ran to "him" and shouted: "Brother, let's take turns carrying him!"

"He" shouted: "Okay, then!"

The soldier's 185-centimeter-high strong body was exchanged on the shoulders of these brothers. The sound of cannons behind him was getting closer and closer, but it could not cover their heroic and magnanimous laughter. They ran away indulge in laughter. They gave a disdainful thumb to the God of Death: You can kill us now, but when we also turn into ghosts and souls, we will let you, Uncle Death know what the real Shura Demon King is!

Just as the heavy artillery bombardment was roaring and singing the battle song that they had no regrets in their hearts:

The luminous cold blade is cold.

A man walks with wine and whip

The sword energy rises before the wine is awake

The green blood is sprinkled with painting.

Traveling all over the world

Sweep away all the demons on earth.

Look at the bright moon with a blurred and floating eyes

I sing in the wind.

Heroes have many aspirations since ancient times

Crazy and embrace the moon in the Nine Provinces

Want to transform into a dragon soul and write about the spring and autumn!
Chapter completed!