Two days later, the topic of an unknown general coming to the recuperation room was still being talked about. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

My heart has long since flown to the front.

After strengthening my belief in defending my family and defending the country, I only hated the slowness of the wounded, which affected me to go into battle and kill the enemy.

Jiang Fei was discharged from the hospital, and I was very reluctant.

In this era, once separated, it means goodbye.

It's hard to have such a friend, and I really wish I could get together more.

He was quite calm, perhaps anxious to prove his worth on the battlefield, and the young man seemed impatient.

When he said that he hoped to see the battlefield again, I just smiled and disagreed.

If you really see each other on the battlefield, maybe what you see is the corpse of the other party, so it's better not to see it.

I never knew I was a sad person, but I was depressed for a long time.

No wonder I always hear veterans say that you should not easily establish boring relationships such as friendships in the army.

As the days passed, with Jiang Fei's lesson, I gave up the idea of finding someone to get acquainted with, counted the days to recuperate, and summed up the combat experience by the way.

"You're ready to be discharged."

The words of the military doctor aroused a lot of melancholy and sorrow, and I was the only one who jumped up and cheered.

Looking at the sad faces of the wounded soldiers around me, I was embarrassed to be happy alone, so I could only sit down with an embarrassed face.

Leaving the hospital was like leaving a dense forest full of pessimistic miasma, and I felt a sense of joy to be reborn.

But this pleasure should be carefully hidden.

After all, the performance of the vast majority of wounded soldiers is similar to that of the previous execution ground, and I really don't want to behave too peculiarly at this time.

After leaving the hospital grounds, the environment became harsh.

The heat was high, the humidity was high, and the air was filled with the unpleasant smell of chemical agents. I am familiar with this taste, a special antidote, which is used to remove contamination from all kinds of chemical and radioactive substances.

Judging by its concentration, the enemy has just released a poisonous substance.

I didn't have to deliberately suppress it, and my good mood was gone.

Dark memories of the past reminded me that I was about to go not to some place of light and sacredness, but to the Shura Hell of the Flesh Mill.

The regrouping ground for the rebuilt soldiers was located close to the surface, about three kilometres from the hospital. Most of us had no luggage, and we didn't even have guns and ammunition, so we had to walk all morning on the part of the road that we should have arrived quickly.

The officers who accompanied him weighed the mood of our wounded soldiers and did not urge. It's just that I'm a person who is bent on building.

It is said that it is a gathering place for soldiers, but in fact it is only a temporary place, located at the meeting point of the main underground passageway.

After a hasty cleanup, it was directly used.

This is the same as the other pathway nodes, and in the dim light, the dark and wide pathways extend in all directions. The road hidden in the darkness leads nowhere, and people always feel unsteady when walking.

As a staging area, there is an extra row of seats, which are abruptly placed in the middle of the road. Five officers in charge of archives and personnel sat behind desks.

"Name, unit, rank, future wishes."

"Kramer, belonging to the 152nd Mixed Brigade, private, my will is to be discharged."

The soldier stammered in reply.

His melancholy look made people's hearts soften.

Some noisy assembly points fell silent, and everyone stared in Kramer's direction, waiting for the officer's reply.

I estimate that most of the people here would choose to be discharged if the officers answered that they could be considered.

The officer's expression was calm, and it was not the first time that he had been asked this question.

"Your identity has been confirmed. Private Kramer, I would like to officially inform you that the designation of the 152nd Mixed Brigade has been revoked, and based on your resume and comprehensive indicators, you will continue to serve in the new 2205th Infantry Division. As for the specific position of the new combat position, please consult the relevant department of the new unit. Still have any questions? ”

Kramer stared at the officer for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage, "Please...... Pls about my wishes, that discharge......"

"Only the Volunteers can apply for discharge, and it will be handled according to the actual situation on the battlefield. You are officially a soldier and are not allowed to be discharged in a state of war unless you lose combat effectiveness. ”

With a stern tone and an unquestioning attitude, the officer threw out the standard answer without waiting for him to finish.

The hope on Kramer's face turned to disappointment, and I couldn't bear to continue to look at his expression and turned my head away.

After that, no one talked about being discharged.

"Zhao Ping, rank private, unit number, I only know that I am a soldier in three companies, one platoon, one squad."

Laughter could be heard all around. I think my face must be red.

"Don't know where your unit belongs? Is it amnesia? Your records don't say that your brain is damaged, do you? The personnel officer didn't laugh at me, which made me feel better.

"Report to the sir, it's not amnesia, it's that I don't know. I was born in the Volunteer Army, and I was officially listed on the battlefield. ”

"Battlefield ranked, who is your guarantor?" , the officer frowned.

My heart cooled.

The captain couldn't have lied to me, maybe it was the lack of information caused by the war. It seems that there is a problem with my information, maybe in the file, I am not an official soldier.

fell together, the change of identity caused psychological ups and downs, and suddenly felt that the distance between him and his comrades-in-arms was so far.

"I'm sorry, I only know it's Captain Smith, and before I could ask the specific name, he ......"

The officer didn't say anything else, but instead entered some information on the terminal, "Which position?" You know that. ”

"Yes, I know, it's the 3123 position."

“……”

I felt the abnormality of the atmosphere around me. Peeking in, I found that everyone was staring at me, and everyone's expressions were complicated.

"What? Is there anything wrong? I remember it was this number, and it should be correct. ”

Everyone's reaction made me feel unconfident, and after thinking about it repeatedly, I still felt that I was not mistaken, and the number of the position was 3123.

"Oh no, there's nothing wrong with that, it's just that your position is famous."

I was puzzled and couldn't say anything. The officer began to operate the terminal, and the others continued their business.

I just think that everyone looks at me a little strangely.

"I found it, Private Zhao Ping, I now officially inform you that for your heroic performance in the 3123 position, you have been officially awarded the Order of Freedom Soldier of the First Class, and the award ceremony will be carried out at a later date."

I felt the respectful gaze of the people around me, and although I didn't know what this first-class Freedom Warrior Medal was, I thought it should be not bad.

"Freedom Warrior Medal! Can you see the results? ”

Another personnel officer chimed in, and the entry process stalled. But no one complained, and everyone turned their attention to the officer across from me.

"Don't worry, I'll see. Completely destroy one mechanical infantry and assist in destroying a Banshee-class stealth attack aircraft...... Go deep into the occupied positions alone and shoot down a Hellfire-class heavy attack aircraft! ”

As the officer's tone intensified, the sound of people inhaling came from all around, and I was the only one who was very inexplicable, what are the hellfire level and banshee level, is it very powerful?

"So you're a hero! I'm sorry, I was disrespectful... Uh, can you shake hands? ”

Officer Huo Ran stood up to shake my hand, and the soldiers around him also gathered.

Happiness came so suddenly that I was overwhelmed.

"According to the order of the command, you are promoted to two ranks, and now you are a sergeant. Since your original unit has been reorganized, the command's opinion is to integrate you into other units. Of course, since you are a battlefield hero, according to convention, you can also choose to retire...... You're not going to be discharged, are you? ”

Seeing that I was silent, the officer tentatively asked me what I meant.

I think he would be disappointed if he asked to leave the army now.

"No, I'm not going to be discharged. Please let me go to the front, I want to go to the front line of the combat troops. I said the answer I had already thought of.

From the moment Captain Smith picked me, the answer was preordained.

I will spend a long time in the hell of war, or this life.