Ge Zhen did not go to the Bingzer's troops, nor did he go to 011. He came to the Bingzer's cemetery and sat in an open place facing graves.

Holding the wine bottle in the right hand and the glass in the left hand.

"One cup to the sky, one cup to the loess, one cup to the death."

"Gudong!Gudong!Gudong!"

He drank strong wine in a big mouthful, poured his left hand towards the sky, and respected the heaven and earth to the death.

Those who walk out from here will naturally come here when saying goodbye. Whether it is a human being or a ghost, there must be a beginning and an end.

"Are you really going to leave?"

Hu Hailang's voice came from behind. After he knew that Ge Zhen had arrived at the Bingzer Cemetery, he put down all the work at hand and rushed to him. For him, nothing might be more important than Ge Zhen.

"Yes." Ge Zhen turned his head.

Seeing his face, Hu Hailang's eyes showed unbearable expressions, his lips were pursed tightly, and he walked up slowly, spread his arms and hugged his big cousin in his arms.

He had a lot of words to say, but he couldn't say them when he was right.

"Suffered"

At the end, he only spit out these three words, but it was enough.

Everything they bear is something that most people do not understand, and will never understand. As those who hide in the darkness and move forward with the light, they always have troubles that cannot be expressed and are unwilling to say.

Once upon a time, Ge Zhen was still the soldier who dared to enter the war zone for a bounty, and the soldier who dared to make a big fuss in the sky palace in anger. Time passed quickly. Now Ge Zhen has experienced vicissitudes, and every scar left on his body has its unknown story.

"It is normal to suffer, but it would be wrong if it is not. "Ge Zhen smiled and said, "When I was here, my father announced that I became the 44th soldier, and clearly told me that I would carry the weight. At that time, I didn't understand the true meaning of carrying the weight? For me, the load-bearing might be how to make the soldier rise again."

If you have never experienced it, you will naturally not understand it. It is like a twenty-year-old person will never understand the thinking of a thirty-year-old person, and a thirty-year-old person will never understand the thinking of a thirty-year-old person.

Only when you reach a certain age will you think about things at this age. Only after you have experience will you have thoughts after you have experience.

It’s like a person who has never been in a relationship will say idiots when he sees a broken man and a woman who is drunk on the street, while those who have experienced it want to tell them that life must continue.

What is weight-bearing? In the past, Ge Zhen thought that the person who carried the soldiers was moving forward, but now he knew that this weight-bearing requires betting on everything about him, including his wife and family, including everything about him.

"I'm tired." Ge Zhen smiled bitterly: "I didn't know what it was to be tired before, but now I know. I used to think that my only pursuit of life was the battlefield, but now I think that my wife can be cured and my parents, my mother, my sister can live well. Even if I give my life, I will do whatever I want, so the only thing in my life is the battlefield."

These are all the words in his heart, and they were hidden before, but after this battle, he felt like he was not vomiting.

Will it be easy to say it? Not necessarily, I just want to vomit it out.

"Now, the Soldiers' troops are re-formed, so I can rest assured and let go." Ge Zhen patted Hu Hailang on the shoulder: "Cousin, you did a great job. You are really more suitable for this position than me."

"I'm not suitable at all!" Hu Hailang stared at him and growled: "You are the most suitable. Do you really have to leave like this and never enter the country again?"

This time, his journey was different from any previous one. He could see Ge Zhen's determination. Once he left, he would never set foot in the country again and would be a piaoping outside in the second half of his life.

"Yes, once I leave, I will never step into the country again." Ge Zhen nodded: "I have done enough, what else do I want me? Although I am leaving, I know that I am still a Chinese and an eternal soldier."

The label of the soldier cannot be erased from him, because he is the number one soldier. When people at home and abroad mention the soldier, they must be talking about him.

"Go away!"

Ge Zhen put on an anti-terrorism head hood with only two eyes exposed, threw down the wine bottle and strode out of the soldiers' cemetery.

Watching his figure slowly disappear into the vast Gobi Desert, Hu Hailang raised his hand several times to call him again, but in the end he did not make any sound.

No one can keep Ge Zhen who made a decision, and no one can keep him in a word.

But his departure was not that easy.

This is a small city in the northwest. When he was about to enter the station, he saw an old acquaintance, Xiao Yuanchao.

Xiao Yuanchao was wearing a camouflage uniform and did not wear a military rank. He was holding a four or five-year-old boy in his right hand. He was so scared that he was covered with a layer of gauze on his head, proving that the little boy was injured on his head.

"Brother." Xiao Yuanchao smiled at Ge Zhen.

"Aid Korea." Ge Zhen nodded and looked at the little boy: "Is this your son?"

Before Xiao Yuanchao could speak, the little boy ran over and turned around Ge Zhen with his little hands on his back, and anger appeared in his big eyes.

"You are my father's elder brother? Do you know who I am? I am the head of state Xiao Zhan!" The little guy said loudly in an old age: "Why are you doing with your face covering? Take it off!"

Hearing this little guy's crazy words, Ge Zhen was stunned for a moment and then smiled.

"Xiao Zhan!" Xiao Yuanchao scolded his son and apologized to Ge Zhen: "Brother, I'm sorry, my son is him."

"It's okay." Ge Zhen waved his hand, his eyes full of smiles: "The tiger father has no dog son, your son is very good, I like it very much, hahaha, when we grow old, the world belongs to them, hahahahaha."

"Brother, Xiao Zhan was stolen when he was a child. He claimed to be the head of state because of this."

"No need to explain."

Ge Zhen squatted down and looked at Xiao Zhan, who was about the same size as his son: "Please take care of it, I'll take off my headband now."

Xiao Zhan stared at the father's elder brother in front of him without blinking.

The anti-terrorism head hood was slowly taken off, and Ge Zhen lowered his head and lowered his head.

"Why are you looking up, why are you lowering your head?" the little guy asked loudly.

Ge Zhen put Chi You's mask on his face, raised his head suddenly, his eyes wide open, as if he was hiding a golden sword and an iron horse.

Seeing him wearing a golden mask, Xiao Yuanchao was stunned, while his son Xiao Zhan looked novel and was not afraid at all.

"Enjoy allegiance, or die."

Ge Zhen made a faint sound, which seemed to come out of hell, and it reached people's ears and made people feel frightened, and all the pores in their bodies exploded.

The little guy Xiao Zhan opened his mouth wide, his eyes unblinked, and suddenly a sentence popped out of his mouth: "Uncle, you are so cool!"

"Ha ha ha ha"

Ge Zhen laughed loudly, turned around and took off his golden mask and put on his headband, not paying attention to this little brat.

But this little brat looked admiring. He felt that the sentence he heard just now was so cool, too powerful, too stylish, much more domineering than me.
Chapter completed!