Before I knew it, tears had quietly crawled into Zhang Xiangrong's eyes and he murmured: "Squad Leader... Thank you, Brother, Brother, Sorry... Brother, Brother, you bet on all your careers and bet on the dignity of a man for us, but I must drive your son out of the army! I understand Midnight's mood because we had the same mood back then!!!"

Zhang Xiangrong's thinking moved to the self-defense war eighteen years ago. It was the first time that the Fifth Special Forces pushed to the forefront of the battlefield and became the protagonist of the war and caused them to suffer heavy losses. When they finally won, half of the brothers who lived with each other day fell into a permanent sleep on that battlefield.

That night, a hero who was seriously injured on the battlefield and his thigh was blown off by an enemy shell and his face remained unchanged. He pinched his transfer notice and slowly pointed his pistol at his temple.

"Bang!"

The crisp gunshots came from a long distance in the quiet night. When everyone rushed to the dormitory where he was the only one left, they were all stunned by the scene in front of them.

The 200,000 bonus was thrown by him like waste paper, and the ground was filled with this soldier. He changed himself into a brand new military uniform. He seemed to be going to the battlefield again, carrying an automatic rifle and a bodyguard.

He was obviously exhausted, but he insisted on using his remaining leg to weave himself on the ground like a nail in the most standard military posture to welcome the squad leader to review him for the last time.

He left his suicide note on the wall with chalk:

"I am a soldier, whether it is now or the future! Please forgive me for leaving the military camp without saying goodbye. I lost all my life goals. I don't know what I should do in the future. A soldier who can never go to the battlefield is a garbage that was eliminated. The brothers in our entire squad died. Why do I have to leave me alone? If I can choose, I hope I can die on the battlefield like them. At least I am a hero who sacrificed my life for the country!"

"He" silently gave the martyr a most solemn military salute. He wiped away the tears that were still dry with his sleeves. "He" pushed everyone away and walked slowly to the empty playground. He suddenly looked up to the sky and shouted a long beast-like pill.

I don’t know when the soldiers of the Fifth Special Forces knelt behind him and said, “He”’s sworn brother Yang Qing cried out in a sad voice: “Brother, our Fifth Special Forces can no longer die! Isn’t we dead enough on the battlefield? Help them!!!”

These six-foot-foot-year-old men kneeling on the ground burst into tears and burst into tears. The tears fell heavily on this desert land known as the cliff of life.

The hero shed blood and shed tears again!

What a sorrow and what a reality it is?

"He" reached out and walked hard on his eyes to Zhang Xiangrong and the other four brothers who also received the transfer notice and extended a big hand to order: "Submit your transfer notice!"

Zhang Xiangrong took out the wrinkled transfer notice from his pocket and looked at the things that took away a brother's life. "He" teared them hard until they turned into pieces of paper. As the paper flew all over the sky, "He" roared wildly: "You are my soldiers and my brothers. I don't let you go, I want to see who dares to touch you!"

Five soldiers were surprised and said "He" sternly: "Don't cry! What I am not bringing with the Detachment of Women! Although you are disabled, your head is not disabled. The experience you have obtained with your body on the battlefield is the most cherished treasure of our army! Even if you throw you on the battlefield, you may not be your opponent. Any bastard who dares to demobilize you and retire from the army will directly shoot that idiot!"

"He" is really crazy!

"He" once again let the military see what a perverted crazy bull is. "He" took the petition from all the soldiers of the Fifth Special Forces and rushed directly to the provincial military region. Facing the military division commander, the guy who had just been promoted to the colonel, had no sense of distinction between superiors and subordinates, and directly threw a cloth bag on the table. He heard a "slam" sound, and a slight sound of 155 first-level military merit and a crystal medal of honor, and was thrown out at will like his local stall.

No one knew what "he" had begun to say to the military district chief anyway, the sound of two people slapping the table in the office louder and louder.

The guards of the military division commander stood in front of the door and were so excited that they were trembling. They couldn't imagine that if the chief ordered them to rush in, they really didn't know how to face the combat hero "him".

Finally, "he" slammed the door and left only the military district chief with anger and his face turned pale.

In order to give five soldiers who had notified the resigned to find a suitable position in the army, "He" led them to visit eleven major generals, thirty-seven colonels, sixty-five lieutenant colonels and six military academies.

The treatment is not good, and the specialty is not good. If you can't get it, you can't work for the country.... You dare to come up with so many rules and regulations. Of course, the demands of success or failure are more than half of them. Most of them were pointed at the nose and scolded by "him" and many people were kicked by him. Even if he pulled out his pistol and directly shot it on the desk, he did more than once.

"He" is simply synonymous with bandits, hooligans, bullies, and outlaws. He is good at playing blitzkriegs. When he visits sneak attacks, he never says hello and goes straight to the base camp. But he can cheer wherever he goes. Countless sentries can't even get a salute, so wherever he thinks of blocking a combat hero outside the door?

Any commander who heard the loud shouts of soldiers outside, he didn't have to think about it, and he knew that the plague god had arrived.

For a time, when the military tycoons mentioned the name of "him", they all smiled bitterly and shook their heads. This guy is definitely a rare general on the battlefield. He is brave and good at fighting, brave and resourceful. But once the war is quelled, he will become a troublemaker. If it weren't for his popularity for a while, there was obviously someone behind him who offended so many people, who had been designed to wear small shoes and force him to get out of home.

But at the same time, a large number of iron-blooded soldiers gave him a thumbs up.

What is a commanding force of one hundred?!

What I see is whether the soldiers can fight for you, the commander! How could "he" not serve him for his life for five disabled soldiers?

How many people can do this with affection and righteousness? In the real world, everyone has too many burdens and involvement?

Don’t say the support of the huge power behind "him", who dares to play tricks on "him" now is afraid that the Fifth Special Force, which had just retreated from the battlefield, would directly kill into their own barracks with machine guns. No commander dared to guarantee that his soldiers could withstand the Fifth Special Forces' assault.

This huge and far-reaching running action lasted for two months. Five former fifth special forces soldiers, including Zhang Xiangrong, finally found their suitable positions in the army again.

After putting the last brother around him in place, he stood on the playground of the military camp regardless of the hundreds of people around him watching and suddenly burst into tears. "Did you see the brothers in the kingdom of heaven? They found a suitable position. They can still serve the country and be loyal to the country. None of our fifth special forces brothers are garbage!!!"

The playground is quiet, both soldiers and officers look at "him" in addition to respect and respect!

...

Zhang Xiangrong was silent on Miya back for a long time until the tears in his eyes slowly dried until there was no trace of crying on his face. Zhang Xiangrong whispered: "Your parents are not here anymore. If you really want to have a relative, call me uncle in the future!"

Zhang Xiangrong turned his head to meet Midye's eyes, which were filled with surprises. He smiled and opened his arms. Midye. This big boy who likes loneliness like a stone in everyone's eyes fell into Zhang Xiangrong's arms like a rocket with one step.

"Wow……"

Midye's tears of joy were instantly soaked in Zhang Xiangrong's military uniform. She felt the warmth and warmth coming from her chest. Zhang Xiangrong stroked Midye's head with his uninjured right hand and said softly: "Cry, cry, cry, cry all your grievances. When you cry enough and are tired of crying, it is time for you to cheer up again. There is still a long way to learn to walk alone. As your instructor and uncle, I sincerely hope that you can find new life goals in your future life."
Chapter completed!