Lao Liu's words made Zhang Yan and Lao Cui all stunned, and then fell silent.

The so-called peacemakers are those who come to make peace.

And the contradiction or hatred between Zhang Yan and Lao Cui should start with a mission five years ago.

In that year, the southeast coast changed dramatically, and the devils of the island country tried to occupy Yujiao Island by virtue of the military superiority of the Yankees, and how could our country watch it.

The maritime forces of both sides maintained a minimum of peace on the sea, and neither side dared to fire the first shot when they used high-pressure water cannons to fight you to the death.

However, in order to leave some so-called evidence, the devils of the island country actually sent a submarine force to forcibly land on the island with special forces, and poured the plaster flag of the island country with cement.

For a while, the officers and soldiers in the army were excited, and many of them tore off the sheets and wrote bloody letters to ask for battle:

I'd rather kill all the Japanese than all the graves in China!

During that time...... A lot of people took to the streets...... Just for the peace and reunification of the Motherland.

Zhang Yan was a member of the Longyan Brigade at that time, and after receiving the task codenamed "Treasure Island", he went to the coastal area with 63 comrades.

The leader of the team was Lao Cui, who was the battalion commander of the major at that time.

Long-term incubation, tracking...... Until he obtained the submarine sonar ripples of the island devils and found their traces in the South China Sea.

Zhang Yan and 31 comrades-in-arms, a total of two full-fledged special operations teams, set foot on the battlefield.

No one thought that they would run into the kamikaze ...... of the island nation, let alone that it was a trap.

Thirty-two men fought fiercely on a small coral island, killing the enemy in almost a life-for-life manner.

That night, on an inconspicuous coral island in the southeast sea, gunfire raged and rivers of blood flowed.

Zhang Yan watched his comrades-in-arms fall one by one, their mouths spitting blood, and their bodies were still convulsing after they fell to the ground.

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They followed the devil to the submarine of the island nation, and the small steel beast became a meat grinder.

They use guns, knives, and teeth...... Fight your enemies with all the weapons you can see.

At the end, he forgot what was hurting in his body.

Bright Red Blood...... The rolled flesh ......, and the wounds on his body .......

He still remembered that the old squad leader, nicknamed Lao Dog, desperately blew up the control room of the submarine, and he wanted to drag the devil to the bottom of the sea together.

He still remembered the fat man named Ma Pole, a funny and humorous guy, who was stabbed in the chest with a knife and blown into minced meat, and finally pulled a few devils' special forces to blow up the minced meat.

That day, Zhang Yan's feet were covered with blood.

There was no way to tell which of the minced flesh was his comrade-in-arms and which was the corpse of the enemy.

The communication soldier nicknamed Shorty used the code to generate electricity and wanted to ask for support, but after waiting for a long time, they did not wait for their own people.

On the icy sea, inside the icy steel behemoth, at the last moment, a bomb expert codenamed Doctor detonated the torpedo inside the submarine.

They had already written a suicide note before they set off.

Life should protect the family - defend the country, and die to guard me - rivers and mountains!

The day I put on the uniform, I never regretted it.

Some of the devils still escaped, Zhang Yan and Datou survived, but both of them were seriously injured.

At the moment before the submarine fell silent, the big head desperately stuffed him into the torpedo tube, and he will never forget the way the big head looked before he closed the hatch.

"I want to go home and see my parents' ......."

He was 24 years old that year, and he had just been engaged to the girl in his family when he was on vacation, and he would be able to apply to his superiors for marriage when he took vacation next year.

Everyone has ever thought that one day they will not be able to come back, but when that day really comes, the pain of life and death is really impossible to express in words.

After leaving the submarine, Zhang Yan was stunned by the huge water pressure.

In fact, he doesn't know if he can survive, he and Datou are gambling, if they can't survive, they will accept their fate.

In a groggy head, he remembered a huge explosion that pushed him onto an island.

When he woke up again, it was because the sun on the beach was so hot that he was dehydrated.

Realizing that he wasn't dead, he didn't know whether to rejoice or cry.

At high tide, the sea water submerged his body, and he gulped the bitter water to survive.

At that moment, he just wanted to live, and then, take revenge!

When the army's search team found him, he was already dying, the corners of his mouth were chapped, and his face was pale without a trace of blood.

The sea water flooded his wounds, and the torn wounds were soaked and rotten, and maggots were born.

He smiled the moment he was put on the helicopter by the search and rescue forces.

He knew that there was a chance for revenge!

His injuries were severe, his legs were blown up, his spine was badly wounded, he was shot in the right chest, and his body was seriously infected .......

He lay in the hospital bed for half a year and slowly recovered after seven major surgeries.

Those days were worse than death.

Every day, he only faces the white ceiling above his head, and needs someone to take care of his meals and bowel movements every day, which is a feeling of falling from the sky to a deep ditch.

If you can't stand up in battle, what will you take revenge?

32 brothers went to war together and watched them die tragically one by one, and in the end he was the only one who survived.

Why live?

He hated it so much, hated why he didn't die with his comrades in the first place.

He gave himself countless excuses to live, but found that he couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

The fallen figures became a curse in his heart, and the bloody past became his lingering nightmare.

He suffers from war syndrome, and when he gets sick, he will go crazy uncontrollably and hurt the people around him.

The army assigned him a psychiatrist and a health recovery specialist, but to no avail.

Later, he chose to be discharged from the army.

Before they were discharged from the army, their efforts paid off: 32 of them were awarded collective honorary titles, 31 of their fallen comrades were posthumously recognized as martyrs and awarded first-class meritorious service, and their families were taken care of by the local government and troops.

He put the first-class merit medal that belonged to him in the martyrs' cemetery, and buried it with the clothed graves of 31 comrades-in-arms.

Their group photo was hung in the honor room, and only his own photo was in color, because he was still alive.

According to the regulations of the army, first-class merit can be directly promoted to enter the military academy to study, but he chose to refuse.

He couldn't forget the red eyes and the desolate cries of those comrades-in-arms when they came to the army to participate in the send-off ceremony.

That year, he chose to leave home with an injury and two simple clothes.

The moment he boarded the train, his leg injury had not fully recovered, his spine was even more overwhelmed, and he had to rest for a long time every time he walked.

A living man has become a cripple, he has become a serious laughing stock for everyone, but no one knows the pain in his heart.

Over the years, he has been so tired.