The enemy's tactical assault knife slowly pressed against the saber's chest, the tip of the knife had pierced the skin, and the saber used all its strength to resist the enemy's wrist, and the two were in a stalemate with each other.

It's slow to say, but it's only a flash of lightning, and the opportunity in front of me is only a short three seconds, and it takes a veteran sniper the fastest 2.5 seconds to find the target and lock on to the target, and I only need two seconds to be enough.

But in a moment of turning, I pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the bullet spun away from the barrel, and in my eyes, I seemed to see the trajectory of its bursting out.

The next second, the whole world froze in front of me, the enemy suddenly retracted, the saber was caught off guard, and he pulled him up from the ground, and at this moment, my gun rang out.

Perhaps the enemy had predicted the timing of my shooting, and perhaps it was not an accident, but a trap set by the enemy.

The bullet passed through the saber's chest, my world instantly lost its color, the strength of my body seemed to be drained at once, my mind went blank, and all that echoed in my ears was the sound of gunfire that had not yet dissipated.

Lightning pierced the sky, a thunderclap exploded overhead, and a dense burst of gunfire rang out all around, and my comrades finally arrived, and the enemy was beaten into a sieve, however, I could not hear anything.

The sniper rifle that I had never left was abandoned in the grass, and I dragged my heavy steps, like a walking corpse, towards the saber.

It was pouring rain in the gloomy sky, and I held the body of the saber and roared in pain in the wind and rain, as if the sky was also crying for me, and my soul went with the saber, and my heart died on this battlefield.

The comrades-in-arms stood aside, no one spoke, tears and rain mixed together and flowed down their cheeks, the iron-clad man, the soldier who only shed blood and did not shed tears, but he couldn't cry at the moment.

I don't know how long it took, the rain stopped, I couldn't make any sound, even my body stiffened, the east shimmered, the night would pass, and my memory would remain here forever.

By the time the helicopter appeared above, I had already passed out in the arms of the angel, I don't know how long I had been asleep, and when I woke up, the saber funeral was over.

The angel stood by my bed, looking tired, I guess I hadn't slept for days and nights, I looked at the ceiling, my eyes glazed and hollow, as if I had lost my soul, and I was left with a thoughtless body.

She looked at me and didn't say a word, just took my hand and wept silently.

I lay motionless on the bed for a day, and my comrades-in-arms came to see me in turn and spoke with me, but I only knew that they were talking, and I did not remember a word of what was said.

Until the evening, while the angel went to prepare dinner, I left the hospital alone and came to the martyrs' cemetery, where countless heroes are buried, everyone has a story to sing and cry about, for the honor of the soldiers, for the motherland and the people, they sacrificed their precious lives, they are worthy of the military uniform, worthy of the fluttering military flag, they are well-deserved heroes, sonorous military soul, immortal.

And here I stand, I feel like I have no place to be ashamed, I used to be a hero, but now I am just a soulless walking corpse.

I stood for a long time at the saber's grave, and in the picture he smiled brightly, but in my memory he rarely smiled, and a thousand words came to my heart, but when I came to my lips, I could not say a word.

Tears fell silently, and I fell to my knees in front of the grave, trembling and weeping.

"You once said that the soldiers of country Z shed blood, sweat and tears."

"You once said that dying on the battlefield is the highest honor for a soldier."

"You are a true warrior, you fight for faith and honor, and you do not waver in your faith at any time, and I can only go with the flow."

I trembled and reached out and gently stroked his photo, his voice and smile were fixed in the depths of my memory, becoming an eternal scar in my heart.

I leaned against the tombstone and muttered to myself, telling of our past, familiar voices echoing in my ears, every triumph vividly, how I wished it was a dream, and when I woke up, everything would be back to square one.

But this is not a dream, it is my own hands that I killed my brother who lived and died together, I destroyed the saber, I ruined the Hurricane commando, and I ruined myself.

I don't know how long later, I staggered up from the ground, stood in front of the saber's grave, wiped away my tears and solemnly saluted, I tore off the armband of the Hurricane Commando, and placed it on the tombstone, and from then on, I may never have the chance to return here.

When I came out of the martyr's cemetery, the wolf king, angels, elves, lightning, Tianyan, King Kong, all stood outside waiting for me, after I disappeared from the hospital, their first reaction was to come here to find me, we are brothers who live and die together, we all know each other too well, they know, I will definitely come to see off the saber.

My lonely eyes looked at them one by one, no one spoke, their eyes looked at me, although there was still sadness that had not subsided, but they were full of encouragement, I knew that no one would blame me, but I couldn't get past myself, I couldn't forgive myself, I couldn't face everyone, no matter what the reason, it was I who killed my closest brother with my own hands.

I followed my comrades back to the special operations base, we completed the mission, recovered the lost materials, and wiped out all the mercenaries who entered the country, from the point of view of the military district, we did a good job, very well, but from the point of view of personal feelings, the price we paid was too great.

The next day, the military district issued a decision on my disposition, and I was dismissed from the army, which I expected, for whatever reason, it is impossible for a soldier who mistakenly killed a comrade to remain in the special forces.

I took off my military uniform and became a civilian again, I lost everything, I became nothing, my special operations base, my hurricane commando, my angels, from now on, the world is different, the world is strange.

On the day I left, I walked through the training ground with my bags on my back, countless comrades-in-arms saluted and sent each other, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar faces, my heart was depressed and breathless, I was reluctant to them, reluctant to give up a single grass and tree here.

When I walked to the front of the base, I saw the figure of the wolf king and others, there were no words between us, no blessings, only a hug, a ceremony, a ceremony of life and death, and a ceremony of sharing weal and woe.

There's so much in it that no one but us can comprehend.

I didn't see the figure of Long Xin, she didn't come to see me, that's fine, long pain is better than short pain, seeing each other is better than not seeing, since it is destined to separate, why bother to increase sadness.

"Sending off the Assassins, salute ——!" At the roar of the wolf king, I left the place where this dream began, my special forces.