The true nature of shame is not to admit personal mistakes, but to face the shame that others see.

On the morning of October 2, the distant Zhurihe River and the desolate Camel Camp, the house of Class 2 was silent. A wounded man was lying on the bed, and a soldier was guarding him with a pistol. The soldier was me. I was worried that this guy would jump over the wall, take risks, and do something blindly moved. Although he could not succeed, it would make the scene a little ugly, and that would be meaningless. I don’t expect to rely on grabbing this guy to make meritorious contributions.

Of course, for my dear comrades in Class 2, people sit at home, and the pot falls from the sky. This is both a big crisis and a major opportunity. In society, family scandals cannot be made public, and in the army, honor is my life. How to deal with this guy who fell from the sky has become a big problem. This time, our Class 2 will be collectively meritorious and rewarded, or will be in a confidentiality training class for a year and a half before being discharged and returned to the field and transferred to another book. It is only in the thoughts of the superiors of the relevant departments who are commanding this operation.

What I can do is to try to cut off the credit and sins. Everyone was caught and bandaged together. The goal was to be unconscious at that time. But it was enough to leave the prisoner alone to me. Even if the person woke up, he would say some reactionary bastards. Before the team that pursued him came, I was the only one who heard it. This is to make meritorious service and take the blame. Anyway, I am already a flea that has too many fleas, and I will not worry about debt. The battle of the second class

My friends are nice to me. After getting along for the past few months, everyone has been together like brothers. How can they say they are not clothes? I have a premonition that if such an incredible and bad influence happens, a big storm will definitely be set off in the army. There should be only a handful of days when I can stay in the second squad of the Camel Camp. It will be very, very troublesome for ordinary people to get involved in such a storm, but fortunately, I, Lin Qianjun, is not an ordinary person, and I am not afraid of trouble.

The man seemed to have already understood the situation, as if he had given up all resistance, and his soul had been withdrawn from his body. However, the pride and stubbornness of the pride of the first half of his life supported him, and did not make any actions of begging for mercy or begging for mercy. He just lay on the bed and faced the wall, wanting to see through the wall and see the fate he was about to face. Maybe he was thinking, why didn't he just die in the sky, and the flesh and blood turned into fireworks in the sky, and maybe he could still leave a decent end for himself.

But the blue sky of the motherland cannot be defiled. How could the vast sky defended by countless martyrs be contaminated with the dirty blood of the traitors? It has the will of heaven. People who betray their ideals and beliefs have long been corrupted. When they make flight actions that violate orders, they have completed their fall into the abyss, become cherishing themselves, become timid, and at a critical moment, they will be at a loss and fear death. Amid the sharp alarm sound of the plane being locked by the fire-controlled radar, they are destined to press the bounce button in a desperate situation.

He looked alive, but he was actually dead! His body could still move and could make short and low moans due to the pain of the wound, but his soul had disappeared. This was the fate of the traitor!

Perhaps in the time and space of Butterfly's previous life, he finally betrayed himself at a very good price, thousands of taels of gold and a wife, and could even lie on the hospital bed and die safely under the siege of relatives and friends. However, he never expected that the Butterfly came to this world and flapped his wings gently, so he would not die well. Thinking of this, my heart was filled with joy.

But as time goes by, my doubts about the language of butterflies have become more and more urgent. Although I am already like this now, I should take good care of my eyes first, but it is enough to hear the truth in the morning and die in the evening. The prophecy of the butterflies is related to the future fate of the motherland. I want to know what happened. I am willing to take risks, but what should I think of a way to make this guy speak and answer my question. I am still hesitating whether to take action? Although the method is a bit rough and there are many problems, it is more important to figure out the truth. When I was about to get started, the bastard actually spoke. TMD, this guy has good psychological quality, and he figured it out quickly. Then he was unstoppable and began to struggle to make the troops.

"Who are you?" he asked slowly, turning over and pretending to be very weak.

The standard of air-service stove is the highest in the army. A top pilot like him is the most precious asset in the army. They are all strong and strong, and their physical and psychological qualities are also first-class. At the beginning, it was probably because of the excessive psychological blow. Once you get used to it, the injury on your feet should not be a big problem. Being pretended to be weak with me should be based on the intention of letting me relax my vigilance.

"I? I am the instructor of this company. I happened to be in this class these days." I guess the other party didn't believe the truth that he was a soldier. I also wanted to hear what the other party would say and whether he could verify the butterfly's information, so I made up an identity for myself. Although I looked very young and actually very young, the temperament of this cadre and the pistol in my hand could not be concealed.

"I'm a test pilot, and I'm carrying out a confidential mission..." The guy started to make nonsense with me, real and fake.

This is a story that can fool outsiders. Judging from his description and the situation I have mastered, the situation today can be roughly restored. The country decided to improve and upgrade a certain type of advanced fighter jet and set up a project team. The person in front of me is the chief test pilot, the most top figure in our air force. They originally performed a test flight mission near the Bohai Bay, but before the mission was completed, they suddenly turned to the northern desert with an order. From then on, a huge conspiracy he claimed began to cover him. Due to the weather and site conditions, the test flight work began to become intermittent. According to him, a huge conspiracy began to cover the test flight base. It felt like someone wanted to pass the damage.

He came to disrupt the improvement project. Outsiders came in and out of the project team, and even the dogs raised in the base looked at him in a wrong way. Today, due to bad weather, the test flight that had been delayed for a long time, said it was a test of a conventional project. The ground crew "negligently" filled the plane with fuel and hung two sub-fuel tanks. Not long after the flight was launched, the wingman disappeared, and the plane lost control, the radio was interrupted, and even the sense of direction was lost. He lowered the altitude and wanted to find the landmark to go back and forth the airport. Unexpectedly, even the ground recognition system on the plane was broken, and he was misunderstood and attacked by the ground air defense forces. The advanced fighter jets tested in China were actually shot down by their own troops' missiles. This must be a huge conspiracy.

It’s not him who is wrong, it’s the world!

Although his words, coupled with his status and status, would be very deceptive, if I want to deceive me, I would be hilarious. He probably had not thought that he would be so unlucky. Maybe he had already prepared a set of similar excuses in his heart. Even if he could not escape from the investigation of this incident, he would have to leave a set of seemingly reasonable and logically self-consistent statements. Anyway, the plane has fallen into pieces now, and even if there is data as evidence, it will be almost burned. These words can be kept for the future reversal. But he could not have imagined that no one in the world would have imagined that there was an extra butterfly in this world. He had already proved the traitor's vicious attempt to prove such an incredible inner activity to the highest level of the country through the current iron-like facts - this person is guilty!

I understood, I finally understood. I think I already knew the truth of this matter. Even combined with the confidential information I had seen before, I also found a little bit of the reason why I was sent to the exile.

After obtaining the blacklist information provided by Butterfly, the relevant confidential departments of the army should have found this project quickly and targeted him or his wingman pilot. After all, as I said before, the clues provided by Butterfly are actually very useful, and the number of suitable targets is very limited. Moreover, from the rewards issued by the other side, they are not suckers. Even if they consider the factor of buying horse bones for a thousand gold coins, the rebellion provided by Butterfly must be so valuable. Then the best aircraft and the best pilot now must be the highest degree of suspicion.

Test flights near Bohai Bay, not far from Nan Goryeo, were also in line with this. And he must have done some slight test actions. He didn't pay attention at the time, but later, the relevant departments locked in the target that would be rebellious in the future. (Later, I learned from the internal warning information that he had privately changed the flight route and steeply lowered the flight altitude from 1,000 meters to 100 meters, but temporarily gave up the plan because he was afraid of insufficient fuel)

Shooting a person for the crime he will commit in the future is neither materialistic nor scientific. Just like the legendary fact that some people blame General Chen for not saving his bald head's life, General Chen's answer was: Then he would become a martyr? So, the project team was urgently transferred from the Bohai Bay and transferred to the deeper depths of the inland where the defense is tighter and the distance is farther away.

I have a series of bold speculations about why he was not replaced from the critical position of the test pilot. First, in order to verify the authenticity of the butterfly prophecy, among the senior leaders, butterfly is a century-long scam, and a strategic deception plan carefully deduced and woven by hostile forces, there is still a certain market for the view that people cannot understand things they cannot understand, and they will always try to analyze it in ways they can understand, so as to get a conclusion that they think they are scientific. Then, if, without tangible evidence, a seemingly impossible event, a corroded but unseeable heart of a person, even if the objective conditions are changed, the person's heart has been broken, he wants to run, and always wants to run, and is confirmed, then no one will doubt the authenticity of the butterfly's words in the future.

So there was a "snake out of the hole" that pretended to be careless and filled with oil for his convenience to escape.

Second, it is a coincidence. If the incident inevitably happens, then its negative impact should be minimized, and even used this incident to educate and alert the entire army. Isn’t it because of his successful escape and his acquisition of thousands of taels of gold and a wife that caused serious consequences? Then use his destruction and shameful end to warn those who are not firm in will, and serve as a warning to others and squeeze out the last bit of value of this bastard. Running is impossible for him to run. I guess on this flight route, the country has ambushed a large number of air defense forces and national defense fighters. Once the signs are wrong, he will immediately open fire and shoot him down. And he self-righteously crashed into this death trap with dirty thoughts.

My view on this action is "closing the door and beating the dog" and "killing the monkey to warn the chicken". I am indeed too smart. I can guess the thoughts in the head of the leader. I am worthy of being a staff officer in the bureau. I will train me for a few more years and be a chief of staff or something. Hahahaha!

And, the most important thing is that the butterfly is right! The butterfly is right!! The important thing needs to be said three times. This bastard has proved this with his stupidity, greed and impulse, and his poor life with his short life. Fortunately, he is still alive. As long as he is alive, there is naturally a way to tell the truth. It is better than guessing motivation and plan against a pile of wreckage.

After that guy finished speaking, he carefully observed my expression, and couldn't understand why I became full of joy, and even the eyes of his eyes softened. This is the ironclad evidence that our "Butterfly" task force needs the most. Since it fell into my hands by chance, he could not let him go or die. He had to confess his crimes well.

Ah! I just held a gun at his head, which was too rash and too dangerous. Should I apologize to him first and settle his heart? I was a little confused.

Actually, there is no need to worry, because the people who were chasing him finally arrived at the Camel Camp. It is impossible to count on Team Leader Zhu and his comrades to block these murderous, wolf-like elite troops. As long as those people see them staying honestly outside the house. When they hear the sound of cars driving outside, the man's face turned pale, and he did not forget to whisper in the end, "It's them, they're here to capture me, they're here to capture me. This is a conspiracy, you must expose them."

Soon, a group of live ammunition soldiers rushed into the house under the leadership of a middle-aged officer. Without saying a word, he took the man away without giving him any chance to struggle and resist. I quietly put the gun away and stood aside and waited, waiting to hit me.

"Who are you?" the middle-aged officer asked after looking at me carefully.

"Report to the leader! I am Lin Qianjun, a soldier from the second squad of the Camel Camp." I stood attentively, saluted and reported.

"Soldiers in the class? Volunteer soldiers?"

"Report to the leader! No, I am a conscript!" From the day I was born, being a soldier was my duty, because this is the family motto of our old Lin family and the family tradition of our old Lin family. I don't know what kind of soldier I am now, but it's okay to be a conscript.

The officer looked up and down again, and couldn't help but smile on his face, "Hahaha, conscript," he patted his thigh with joy, "Is it the inspector who was blind or did your home send explosives bags? You conscript is really old-fashioned!"

Although I am a little older than an ordinary soldier, my face is pale and I look young.

"Reporting to the leader, I am the soldier in this class. When the comrades in our class discovered and captured that, he was all unconscious. Before he woke up, I have been alone in the house to guard him. The report is over!" Your time is precious, don't talk to me, so hurry up and get to the point.

"Oh, are you watching alone? Where are your comrades in the squad?" asked the officer. "Report, they have been waiting for your arrival outside the house." At this time, I saw someone outside the house. It was the squad leader Zhu Gaofei who was worried about me. I didn't want to post it to see the situation in the house. I quickly signaled to him, dodge and go away, and don't get into this trouble. The officer also noticed it, waved his head, and a cadre around him went out to pull squad leader Zhu away.

"Then you said what the person is, do you know?" The officer's attention was all focused on me, and I successfully aroused his curiosity. Of course, the more curious he was, the less it was possible for me to let me go. As soon as he came in, I could tell from his temperament that he was from the relevant departments in the army. He should be responsible for the final work of this incident. Without sand in his eyes, how could I let me, who might know the military secrets, escape from his palm.

"I don't know what his surname is. I only know that he was tempted by the utopian voice and rushed into the gate of heaven, but when the gate slammed behind him, he found himself in hell." I quoted a famous quote from Kundera.

"Oh, it sounds very reasonable. You should remember it in my excerpt. I didn't expect you to be a talented man." The officer laughed and said to me apologetically after laughing, "I'm sorry, comrade Talent, you must go with us."

"Where to go?" I asked.

"I don't know, there will be a place that needs you in the end. You are so smart and you should know. Why don't you block his mouth?" the officer asked curiously, his eyes full of doubts.

"Because I want to hear what ivory can spit out of his dog's mouth." I replied calmly, "I need his words to confirm my guess. This is very, very important. To me, it is ten thousand times more important than the trouble in front of me." This is what I hide in my heart.

"Then what did he say?" The person in charge sent by the relevant department did not avoid it, but looked at my expression with interest and asked a question.

"I said a lot of shit, very smelly shit." I said with disgust. At this time, a cadre came in from outside, said a few words to the officer, and then retreated aside. The officer nodded and his eyes lit up when he looked at me, just like the look of the military chief in the field troops who saw good people who could participate in military competitions.

"Even if it's shit, it's not what you should know, conscript. You are very smart and have protected your comrades well and kept them out of the matter. No matter what your identity is, you must follow us now and explain the process clearly. You should have guessed it long ago. In fact, you don't have to be nervous. They are all your own troops and have done nothing wrong. At most, you just change your posts or something to continue to join the army. To be honest, I'm very optimistic about you, you can just mess with me in the future."

The boss said that the leader’s official position and power should be quite good, and he spoke in a word. The cadres and soldiers around him all cast envious eyes at me. I pity me, a younger brother, can’t accept it.

"He can't go with you!" someone came in from outside the house and said loudly.
Chapter completed!