A month passed in a flash, and Qin Tian recovered from his injuries and was discharged from the hospital. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He did not return to the Flying Eagle, but stayed at the brigade headquarters to write a report. The mission failed, 9 members of the Flying Eagle team died, and the commander of the battle needed a detailed explanation of the whole battle and the reason for the final launch of the special program. This is the procedure, and it is also responsible for the officers and soldiers, whether dead or alive.

In the month that Qin Tian was recuperating from his injuries, the aftermath of the sacrificed officers and soldiers was basically over, and the reconstruction of the flying eagle was also put on the agenda.

The nine members who died were awarded the title of martyrs by the theater of operations, among which Captain Sima Nan, the deputy captain, and Second Lieutenant Liu Fei, the leader of the fire team, were awarded the honorary title of "Battle Heroes". The ashes of the martyrs, three of them were brought back to their hometowns by their families, and the others were buried in the martyrs' cemetery in Kuncheng in accordance with their last wishes.

The garrison is the second hometown of the soldiers, and Kuncheng has the footprints of their youth, the blood and sweat they shed, the close comrades-in-arms, and the green barracks that haunt their dreams.

Accompanying them into the earth is the truth of their sacrifice. Their families only know that they were killed in an attack on a border anti-narcotics mission, and that the immortal feat of crossing the border to fight and shed blood in foreign countries for the sake of national interests is destined to be lost in the dust. It was a time of peace, and the glorious history could not faithfully record a battle that could not see the light of day.

The relatives left with sorrow, and also took away the last bond between the deceased and this world, only a few lonely new tombs in the Kuncheng Martyrs Cemetery stood silently, as if to tell people that there was once such a bloody battle, and there was once such a group of heroes.

However, the old man guarding the mausoleum found that on the afternoon of the first weekend after the martyrs were buried, a group of officers and soldiers wearing camouflage walked into the cemetery exhausted and did not leave until dark. Some people drank and chatted in front of the grave, drank a glass and sprinkled a glass, and while chatting, they hugged the tombstone and cried. Some people smoked cigarettes in front of the grave and talked to themselves, smoked one and burned another, and as they spoke, they pointed to the grave and scolded bitterly. Others just sat quietly in front of the grave and did not say a word until they left, looking up to the sky and roaring like wounded beasts.

The old man guarding the mausoleum was used to seeing the scene of the memorial service, but the murderous roar left a deep impression on him. Looking at the backs of the incomparably fierce young officers and soldiers disappearing into the night, he faintly felt that some stories did not end with the departure of the deceased, and perhaps everything had just begun.

Yes, the story may have just begun, as the eagle with folded wings will soon regain its wings and fly back into the sky where it belongs.

The eleven Flying Eagles who did not go out on the mission have already begun overload training with sweat and blood. Tears flowed, hearts were still bleeding, and everyone was unusually silent. The two powerful forces of hatred and grief carved a big blood-colored character in their hearts -- Kill those miscellaneous people with your own hands, and sacrifice your comrades who are sleeping with the flesh and blood of the enemy!

As if under their influence, the entire Black Hawk Special Operations Brigade set off a frenzied training boom, and the officers and men silently looked forward to the arrival of the Flying Eagle member selection. The Black Hawk is the knife of the war zone, and the Flying Eagle is the blade of the war knife, and that small detachment full of mystery has always been the yearning of many special combat personnel in their hearts. Death will never stop the warrior from charging, and the successor is the true character of a soldier. They aspire to become a new member of the Flying Eagle, to give it wings to take off, to regain the lost glory, to chase a more brilliant tomorrow.

However, Thunder Leopard decided to break the mold. After listening to Qin Tian's story, he understood one thing: the fault of the Flying Eagle's failure was not in Qin Tian or the military, but because the enemy not only knew the Flying Eagle, but also had the power to crush the Flying Eagle.

After breaking and standing, the rebuilt flying eagle must complete a comprehensive upgrade to achieve self-transcendence and qualitative leap. So this time, instead of directly selecting members from within the special operations team as before, he set his sights on the entire Southwest Theater, wanting to inject some fresh blood into the Flying Eagle. As for the position of the captain, it is not in the scope of consideration, because the captain of the Flying Eagle is still alive.

So, during the days when Qin Tian was recuperating from his injuries, Lei Bao and several leaders of the Special Operations Brigade traveled to various units in the theater to carefully select excellent seedlings.

Pioneers have always been the pride of their troops. The Black Hawk Special Brigade's behavior of packing everything regardless of 3721 quickly aroused strong dissatisfaction among the troops in the theater. Faced with tremendous resistance to the selection work, Lei Bao and others had no choice but to resort to all their strengths -- grinding their lips, making friends, playing scoundrels, and sometimes even directly closing the door and fighting with old friends to decide the belonging of a soldier by force.

But even so, the effect is not good, and the endless wisdom of the grassroots troops in the process of protecting the top soldiers makes them tired of coping, and many times they have no choice but to return empty-handed.

The national martial arts champion?

The top shooter in the war zone? was sent to a pig farm by playing with a gun!

A well-known computer genius?Addicted to playing online games, going out over the wall and being locked up!

Don't mention it, I wasn't ready for training a few days ago, I was knocked out by a brick, and I'm still lying in the hospital......

Lei Leopard, who couldn't bear it, complained to the war zone.

"Whoever again, Lao Tzu brushed his hat!"

The commander of the theater, General Zhang Yaolei, slapped the table, and the theater troops were honest. After layers of screening, 100 young officers and soldiers packed up their backpacks and rushed to the Black Hawk Special Operations Brigade from all directions.

While the selection of the Flying Eagles was in full swing, the captain Qin Tian's life was very leisurely. After he finished writing the report in a day's time, he listened to music and watched television in his dormitory, occasionally in a daze, waiting for the war zone's opinion on how to deal with him.

In the meantime, the remaining members of the Flying Eagle wanted to come and see him, but he refused, because until now, he still can't face the battle he once had, and he can't face his living comrades. The memory of blood and fire carved a heartbroken sadness in his heart, and also gave birth to a monstrous hatred. He chewed alone, savored it repeatedly, pondered blankly, and let the hatred swell wildly in his heart, wave after wave.

He was unusually calm, and soon attracted attention.

In the afternoon of this day, he woke up from a nap when a lieutenant colonel with a military satchel pushed open the door and walked in.

"Qin Tian, how did you feel after being discharged from the hospital?" the lieutenant colonel looked at him and asked with concern.

"Squadron leader, why are you here?" Qin Tian looked up and hurriedly greeted him. The person who came was his old leader, Zhou Qingshan, the former second squadron leader of the Black Eagle Special Operations Brigade.

"I'm fine, I'm going to take a look at you. Guess what I brought you?" Zhou Qingshan took off the satchel on his body and put it on the table, smiling at him mysteriously.

Then, he pulled out a large chunk of old newspapers from his bag.

There is a smell coming to the nose.

"Yang's name is Huaji?" Qin Tian sniffed, with a look of surprise. He doesn't have much appetite these days, but now he can't help but move his index finger.

"I really haven't forgotten!" Zhou Qingshan smiled and spread out the newspaper on the table, "Smell it, it's still that familiar smell, right?"

"Why did you forget...... Qin Tian pursed his mouth, "It's just a chicken, you almost killed us back then." “

Although he complained in his mouth, his eyes fell on the table, and a warm memory came to his heart, and his cold heart became a little hot.