When I came back three years later, Brigade A was still the same Brigade A, but the soldiers who were fighting hard and had many old faces... but I could never see them again.

Some people left their beloved military camp sadly due to injuries, and some people, but they are separated by yin and yang. Bye bye, they can only see a serious photo and a merit that people cannot imagine. The base of A team in the early morning is still so active. There is a group of people who are always behind the mountain, staring at this base of love, and watching this great country where they love and sacrifice their lives.

Zheng Yingqi came back from the cemetery behind the mountain and sat on the hillside where Yuan Lang liked to sit the most. He looked at the base below, and the new recruits and veterans sweating in the base, and he was slowly fascinated.

From the world of sword-drawing, although it was only three years, it was an unspeakable sublimation for Zheng Yingqi - this country that rose again from suffering, there were too many people who gave everything for her.

Under the sunset in the morning, Yuan Lang, who had three stars and two bars, was still walking slowly as before. He was holding a grass in his mouth, and still wearing a vest like before, showing his strong muscles. He waved his hand to signal Zheng Yingqi not to pretend to salute him. Then he sat calmly next to Zheng Yingqi and asked, "What are you looking at? So enchanting?"

"Look at my home."

Yuan Lang smiled, stretched out his hand without any image and put his arms around Zheng Yingqi, and said with a smile: "Does it feel like a wanderer returns to his hometown so beautiful and charming?"

"yes."

Despite the answers and satisfaction he heard, Yuan Lang still disliked and said, "You are becoming more and more boring. Has it been too long for a kid Xu Sanduo to become a muffled man?"

"Maybe you have been promoted and have majestic."

Yuan Lang laughed, grabbed Zheng Yingqi's head with both hands and rubbed it. It was not until Zheng Yingqi admitted his mistake that he let go of Zheng Yingqi's head and said with a smile: "Well, you are pretty good, just like what I thought."

He was talking about Zheng Yingqi's achievements - three years of military academy, Zheng Yingqi's excellence did not disappoint Yuan Lang, although his own seedlings were almost snatched away.

"Is there a good errand, do you want to go?"

"I drove me away as soon as I came back. Isn't it a bit unkind?"

Zheng Yingqi's complaining look made Yuan Lang laugh. He pointed at Zheng Yingqi and said, "Ha, you kid still learn to complain, you have a promising future! OK, then I won't catch you, a strong man! Don't regret it!"

"I'll regret it," Zheng Yingqi said with a saliva, and as casual and "shameless" as three years ago. He said: "I regret it now."

Yuan Lang shook his head and said that he was full of disdain for Zheng Yingqi's repentance. Then he entered the main text seriously and said: "The XX Military Region has a unit, which was approved by his superiors for reform some time ago. It will be reorganized into an assault force with a rapid response force nature. At the same time, a company-level special combat squadron will be established. At the invitation of the XX Military Region, we, Lao A, Langya and Black Tiger, will send a group to assist them in forming a special combat squadron."

"You will be the leader of this support team from Old A."

"Me?" Zheng Yingqi was stunned and said, "Isn't this good?"

"What? Now I feel that I am not qualified enough? When I asked you to train a group of officers, I didn't see you pushing you out of my way!"

Zheng Yingqi looked at his deputy brigade in amazement - can you say this? Who was the one who drove the duck to the shelves? Now I am not pushing it or not?

"That's it. Come to my office at noon and give you a list. You can choose people yourself - that army, which can trace the roots to the War of Resistance Against Japan, is an old army with outstanding military achievements. Don't think you are the boss at that time. When people are playing special operations, we old A don't even have a shadow." Yuan Lang reminded.

"Is there such a force?" Zheng Yingqi was stunned - although during the War of Resistance Against Japan, our army's armed forces had the attributes of special forces, but at that time, there was no awareness of special operations in China?

"That's because you are a little knowledgeable boy," Yuan Lang patted his butt and stood up and left, saying as he walked: "You will know when you arrive. Remember to come over after lunch, don't think about coming to my office for a small meal!"

"Deputy Brigade, don't be so stingy!" Zheng Yingqi shouted from behind, but kept watching Yuan Lang walk away.

This was what he only learned last night - more than a year ago, Yuan Lang led the team to a mission, but after returning, he stayed in the hospital for three months. After being discharged from the hospital, he was competent for the deputy captain of Team A, but there was no sign of Yuan Lang on the training ground again.

No one could imagine what was wrong with Yuan Lang's seemingly solid body, and no one even mentioned the action a year ago, but Gao Cheng looked at Yuan Lang with heartache and respect.

"He has called a professional report." Gao Cheng sighed and appeared behind Zheng Yingqi.

"ah?"

Zheng Yingqi looked at Gao Cheng in shock.

Gao Cheng did not explain, but lit a cigarette, took a sip, and said, "It is said that the soldiers who are fighting hard, but this flowing water... are people with thoughts, joys, sorrows and happiness!"

"He... how could he make a professional report?" Zheng Yingqi looked at Gao Cheng blankly. Gao Cheng shook his head silently, but never said the reason. He just patted Zheng Yingqi on the shoulder and said:

"He...ah..."
Chapter completed!