The morning sun shines down from the sky, reflecting a little bit of sparkling light through the dense jungle, making the land bloom with dazzling brilliance.

The distant mountains, in the clouds and mist, are filled with misty brilliance, overflowing with a beautiful scene, like a dream, this situation and this scene, like a fairy fairyland.

A military jeep looks lonely and lonely on a winding mountain road, an inaccessible area and, more importantly, a land that ordinary people are not qualified to set foot in.

A training base of the Southwest Military Region.

This piece of mountain, on the border of Chuncheng, borders Vietnam in Southeast Asia, and the Chinese troops are stationed here, like a sharp knife, fiercely pressing the throat of those foreign forces who try to enter China through this place.

The driver was He Zhennan, the co-pilot was Ye Qingling, and on the back seat, Ye Guyu was sitting, and beside Ye Guyu was the second-in-command of the entire Southwest Military Region and the deputy chief of general staff of the Southwest Military Region.

He Zhennan's focused driving vehicle was speeding on the winding mountain road, Ye Qingling sat on the co-pilot with an indifferent face, Ye Guyu's eyes were as deep as water at the moment, and he couldn't see the slightest ripple, compared to the deputy chief of staff of the Southwest Military Region who was beside Ye Guyu, he seemed a little trembling, for no other reason, the man beside him at this moment has too many legends that belong to him in the military world.

Ye Guyu.

The Chief Instructor of the Blood Wolf Blade.

The thorn among those thorns is also the top boss of the blood wolf blade of the special forces in the entire Huaxia Kingdom.

This man, there was a saying in the military circles back then, Ye Guyu, one person can be a million divisions, this is definitely not a rumor.

When the car turned a corner, there was a sudden rumbling of footsteps in front of it, and a loud song suddenly resounded throughout the mountainous area:

The cold wind flutters and the leaves fall, and the army is a green flower.

Dear comrades-in-arms, don't be homesick, don't miss your mother

A song "Green Flowers in the Army" sounded in this dense jungle, and on the winding mountain road, neat footsteps suddenly came.

The next moment, a group of recruits lined up in a neat square carried huge cylinders of wood, sweating, and singing loudly and rhythmically.

An instructor with a horn in his hand stood on the car and shouted loudly at the group of recruits: "Be loud, you rookies, haven't you eaten?"

"You are a group of bad seeds, a group of bad soldiers, you are a group of rookies, and you are a disgrace to our Chinese army. ”

"Accelerating Forward"

"Rookies, if you quit now, it's still too late, no one will look down on you, because everyone is afraid of death, and you are a kind of seed who is afraid of death. ”

In the mountains, the morning sun poured on the faces of this group of recruits, and they were sweating, but their faces showed a resolute look of not admitting defeat, and their high singing voices were the best answer.

"There is a good girl in my hometown, I always think of her"

“”

The instructor's car passed by the military jeep that Ye Guyu was riding.

For some reason, looking at this familiar scene, Ye Guyu's eyes revealed a trace of incomprehensible feelings that were difficult for outsiders to understand.

Training recruits, familiar and strange.

These used to be a part of my life, but now it seems to be far, far away, time is like water, like a reincarnation.

Seeing the group of recruits walking under his nose, Ye Guyu sighed deeply, as if he had a thousand words, he didn't know how to say it, he only felt that his heart was very heavy, as if there were thousands of pounds of boulders hanging in his heart, and he couldn't let go.

"Instructor Ye, the Blood Wolf Blade Special Elite selected this time is more outstanding than every year, I hope these bastards can enter your eyes. The deputy chief of general staff of the Southwest Military Region smiled and said to Ye Guyu.

Ye Guyu's serious face bloomed with a smile.

"The more excellent people are, the more they don't live freely, they have ideals, they have pursuits, they may be more willing to live like ordinary people, they may not have thought about it, joining the army, in fact, is a road of no return, stepping on, they can't look back for the rest of their lives, because of faith, they give up the more wonderful life that originally belonged to them, give up, those young and frivolous dreams"

Ye Guyu said softly, inadvertently turned around, and watched from afar as the group of recruits singing loudly disappeared from view, and there were some unknown 'worries about the new words'.

In this world, there is a kind of people, in the festival when thousands of homes are brightly lit, they still keep their oaths and guard every grass and tree in this country.

In this world, there is a kind of person, even if there is too much pain in their hearts, but it turns into homesick tears, which are shed and swallowed into their stomachs.

They are the Chinese People's Liberation Army.

A poor and lovely bunch.

The jeep slowly drove into a mountain col.

A green barracks appeared in Ye Guyu's sight, and when the vehicle slowly entered the building, for some reason, Ye Guyu actually left hot tears at this moment.

Oh, yes!

How many years.

How long have you been looking forward to this day?

However, when he really stepped into the barracks again, what kind of pathos and desolation did he feel in his heart?

The kind of emotions buried deep in the heart, the kind of military career that haunts dreams day and night. Now, has that dream come true?

"Master, perhaps, this is your true destination, you belong to this place, and the military camp is the stage for you to gallop. Ye Qingling suddenly spoke, and a bitter smile appeared in her heart.

Blood Wolf Blade?

Back then, he Ye Qingling was once known as the king of special forces, the last saber in Huaxia, and one of the top ten aces of special forces.

But now, what is he Ye Qingling?

Things are people, not everything.

Time does change a lot, even those beliefs that are deeply embedded in the soul.

He Zhennan seemed to feel the mood of Ye Guyu and Ye Qingling, and gradually slowed down the speed, but as long as the vehicle was advancing, no matter how far away it was, there would eventually be an end.

This is the most helpless thing in the world.

When the morning sun is completely sprinkled in the mountains from the east, the glittering national emblem in front of the barracks flashes with an inspiring light.

It was like a lighthouse guiding a lost ship, and it had magical powers.

In the end, the military jeep driven by He Zhennan drove into the gate of the barracks.

Behind is the majestic mountain, the dragon is entrenched, and the extreme civil engineering is only flourishing.

And ahead, for Ye Guyu, it was another world.

A world that can allow him to dedicate his life to Ye Guyu.