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"It's already at this point, I guess they're coming soon." Ma Yajun raised his head, looked at the red sun on the horizon and said.

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Hao Zhao had already told the three of them when he left the hospital that a reorganization between the squads was going on in the base: the strong became stronger, and the weak became weaker.

Hao Zhao only said these meaningful eight words and didn't go any further, because he then notified: "Yang Feng's team is disbanded on the spot-"

Click――

This news was too shocking for the three of them, and they simply didn't have the slightest psychological defense.

The three of them were stunned for a moment.

Although I had thought about the possibility of the team being disbanded, I never expected that it would fall on their heads so quickly, you know, there are still four big living people in the team at this time, and the pilot's injuries will only heal in ten days and half a month, and the basic conditions for disbanding the team will not be met at all - less than two.

How could such a thing as disbanding the team fall on the head of their squad?

Before the three of them could figure it out, they heard Hao Zhao continue: "You have already made other arrangements, and someone will naturally contact you after you return to the base." ”

After Hao Zhao finished speaking, the three people who left a wooden face left, but when they turned around, the corners of their mouths that were slightly upturned were not seen.

Yang Feng, Ma Yajun, Shen Stick, and the three of them exchanged opinions suspiciously after seeing Hao Zhao leave, of course they couldn't say why.

For the sake of the pilot's body, Yang Feng did not tell the pilot the news. Those who should know will always know, and it is not bad for ten days and half a month, anyway, the pilot will stay in the hospital during this time to recuperate.

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Each time a mission is completed, each squad will be fine-tuned in the base to ensure that the number of each Eagle squad is full and that it has basic combat capabilities. Only teams with extremely heavy losses will be withdrawn, and survivors will be merged into other squads.

The overall military quality and combat strength of each squad that has been retained will only continue to improve before reaching a certain bottleneck, and the more it fights, the stronger it gets!

Of course, excellent troops are never taught by training, they are all born after countless trials of blood and fire!

The practice of the Eagle Base is to raise Gu, and everything is for the service of the strong.

What is the Strong?

The answer is very simple - if you live, you are the strongest, and if you live to the end, you are the strongest!

Doesn't it feel ridiculous: to live is to be the strongest?!

If you feel that such a conclusion is ridiculous and absurd, then you are not to blame, because you do not see the people who carry the weight for you, because the world is always full of 'light' in your perception - or the darkness you perceive is insignificant compared to this 'light'.

What you don't know, or what you know but don't want to admit, is that the stronger the light, the deeper the darkness.

Light and darkness never existed alone.

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"I don't know what the above idea is, let's wait patiently." Yang Feng said helplessly.

In fact, it is indeed helpless, and people can't help themselves in the barracks. Faced with Shangfeng's decision, what can the three of them do?

Needless to say, of course, obey orders!

......

It was already sunset, and the crowd on the training ground in the base was still training silently. The icy cold wind blew through their chapped skin, leaving trails of blue and purple.

No one flinched at all, no one shouted that they were tired, everyone was training in silence.

There were no imaginary shouts that shook the sky, and there were no dissatisfied shouts and curses from the instructors, in short, except for the necessary sounds, they were like a silent movie.

Hao Zhao, who was standing in the training ground, could feel the suppression, roar, outburst, and strength in this silence..... As long as there is an outlet, these elite soldiers on the training ground will not hesitate to burst out of their own energy.

They are silent, but they are also accumulating. The more oppressive the silence, the more intense their burst of energy became.

Individual, collective, veteran troops, state, nation...... These are the motivations that keep them going!

That's right, they are big-headed soldiers, at best, they are relatively high-level big-headed soldiers, and the vast majority of them have no background, no network, and all they can rely on is themselves.

What surpasses most of their peers is that they do not complain about social injustice, do not curse the corruption of the government and the ruthlessness of passers-by, but choose to bury their heads in the path they have chosen, firmly believe in their original beliefs, and go on step by step.

The road was so difficult that it seemed to see the results before it had even begun—the monuments to the martyrs everywhere were their final destination.

Still, how could they ever complain and hesitate? The military order is like a mountain, even if they know that they are going to die, no one chooses to turn back.

There is a great terror between life and death, and how can people who can face it calmly be ordinary people?

Most of them are only in their early twenties, which is an age that makes people feel excited, and it is an age full of fantasies.

In their early twenties, many people are still in ivory towers or have just entered society, and I wonder if they have ever thought about it—there is a group of people of their age who have crossed the distance between life and death more than once at this time.

There is no right or wrong in this world, and the road is everyone's own choice.

Perhaps, the difference between each path is that many years later, when we reminisce about the past, we will find that one after another names sealed in the archives still shine brightly, which can dispel the darkness in our hearts. The vast majority of the people who were contemporaries of these names became members of the largest group in society—ordinary people, who would almost all spend the rest of their lives in silence.

The results are different depending on the choice.

Someone once released a wild saying: If I can't go down in history in my life, don't blame me for leaving a stench for 10,000 years after I die, and I will be infamous for all generations. Such a mentality is certainly extreme, but it is not a strong appeal in his heart: he is unwilling to be resigned to mediocrity.

Ordinary or extraordinary, it is determined by the present self.

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It was the same as the depression in the silence of everyone in the training, Yang Feng and the three of them were the same silence in the barracks, with a sense of depression in the silence.

Knock, knock, knock -

The sound of chaotic footsteps outside the barracks came from far and near, and finally stopped outside the door.

Most of the stick's attention was kept outside the door, and when he heard the footsteps, he knew who was coming, and quickly stood upright.

Yang Feng rolled over a carp and got up, just in time to see Ma Yajun on the opposite side getting up almost at the same time, the two looked at each other and smiled, and hurriedly stood with the god stick.