"What organization?" , Mo Rufeng asked.

Xue Jinxiang stood up and came to the window, he looked into the distance, and the dark clouds pressed over.

"The name doesn't matter," the old man said slowly, "it's the situation that matters. China and Japan fight every 100 years, the last war broke out on July 7, 1937, a hundred years ago, will the next war be far away? So, this organization was born specifically for this war, hoping to do something for this war. When the war broke out suddenly in 1937, the Chinese side responded in a hurry and was very passive, but in fact, the Japanese army had planned it a long time ago. As an organization, we will strive to reproduce the passive scenario of the Chinese side! ”

The old man turned around, looked at Mo Rufeng and said, "If you are willing to join, we will continue to talk; If you don't want to join, you can leave. ”

"If the country lives and dies for profit, will it not be avoided because of misfortune and good fortune!" Mo Rufeng stood up, "I'm willing to join!" ”

The old man smiled with satisfaction: "Then let's continue!" ”

"With the rapid development of Japan's national strength, as usual, constitutional amendment, reorganization of the national defense force and other actions one after another, many actions are aimed at China, wolf ambitions are clearly exposed, so what we need to think about is not whether the war will break out, but how to deal with the outbreak of war, how to win the initiative of war!"

"So, where is the flashpoint of war? I think in the Southwest. In World War II, the main reason why China was able to hold out for eight years despite its weak national strength was that it was ready to strike and wait for the opportunity to take Sichuan and other southwestern regions as the foundation. The Japanese later realized the importance of the southwest and wanted to launch Operation Plan 51, but it was too late and had to be suspended. ”

"In the next war, Japan will not turn a blind eye to the lessons of the last time, and they may first target Sichuan. In order to grasp the intelligence and win the initiative in the war, I will select outstanding veterans and set up an intelligence organization to collect Japanese intelligence. ”

Xue Jinxiang paused, and then said: "The leaders who will take off their military uniforms with me this year will serve as the president and vice president of this secret organization, and those selected outstanding army, navy, and air veterans will follow us into another battlefield after taking off their military uniforms!" But this is just a spontaneous civil organization, without adequate funding, no salary, no welfare, and faces conspiracies, misunderstandings, bloodshed and death every day! However, I believe that there must be a kind of people who are born for war, who sacrifice their happiness, give up their happiness, and dedicate their lives in exchange for the peace of the country and the nation! Would we be where we are today without such people? ”

"It's your right to choose, but once you opt in, I hope you don't drop out!" Xue Jinxiang's words were sonorous and powerful.

Mo Rufeng stood upright, saluted Xue Jinxiang, and said firmly: "Mo Rufeng swears to follow the chief, and is willing to take the initiative to win the next war!" ”

"Very good, my secretary will tell you the specific details!" Xue Jinxiang waved his hand decisively, "You must be very puzzled, why Tigan was vetoed by his superiors, I answer you because I need you!" Young man, do you hate me? ”

Mo Rufeng's blood surged, and he said, "No! Compared with the state and the nation, what is the gain or loss of the individual! Thank you, Chief, for giving me the opportunity! ”

The next day, the discharge ceremony was held as scheduled.

After the release order was announced, the soldiers who announced their retirement from active duty took off their epaulettes and collar flowers. The military uniform, which lost its epaulettes and collar flowers, suddenly lost its luster.

Colorful flags flew in the barracks, slogans were everywhere to bid farewell to comrades-in-arms, and the melody of "Camel Bell" echoed in every corner of the barracks.

Mo Rufeng looked up at the flying military flag, he was speechless for a long time, his face was as calm as water, but his heart was like a huge wave empty.

Farewell, barracks!

Farewell, military flags!

But he will keep this flag in this heart forever, and it will hunt and fly in his heart for all eternity.

At noon, the troops prepared a sumptuous luncheon to see off the veterans.

The veterans gathered together and were very lively.

Suddenly, the lobby was quiet, and the brigade commander and political commissar accompanied Xue Jinxiang, deputy commander of the Air Force, walked in and sat down in the chief's seat.

"Alcohol is prohibited in active duty military personnel in accordance with the prohibition of alcohol by the superiors. In my opinion, comrades who have announced their retirement can change to wine, wine to strengthen heroes, and do a great job in the locality! Xue Jinxiang looked at the drink on the table, and then said, "I, like all comrades who have retired from the army, are also going to take off the rank, but it is only two months later than you, I will also have some liquor!" The veterans applauded.

The luncheon was going on enthusiastically, and at this time, Xue Jinxiang proposed that everyone sing a song. "What song?" Xue Jinxiang asked loudly.

"Backbone, of course! The most sung song by the Airborne Forces! ”

So, the majestic song was sung in the lobby.

"The mountain has a backbone and does not collapse

The tiger has a backbone and dares to be king

People have a backbone and a hard waist

Standing tall in the sky

Iron backbone, steel backbone

The backbone of the military is the strongest

Rain, snow, wind and frost

Raise the soul of the nation

Look at me as a hero..."

At the end of the song, the veterans who were about to leave toasted Xue Jinxiang in turn.

Xue Jinxiang clinked glasses with everyone kindly, and then gently touched the rim of the wine glass with his lips. But when the wind toasted him, he drank it all.

"You're not fighting alone!" When Mo Rufeng turned around, he heard him say, I don't know whether to say it to Mo Rufeng or to others.

Xue Jinxiang's face gradually turned red, but his eyes were clear.

Looking at these veterans in their twenties wearing military uniforms without epaulettes and collar flowers, walking past him in turn with wine glasses, he seemed to see himself back then. He couldn't help but burst into tears at the thought that some of them were about to go into another battlefield, facing bloodshed and sacrifice without hesitation.

This was also the last time Mo Rufeng saw Xue Jinxiang.

On August 17, 2037, Xue Jinxiang, former deputy commander of the Chinese People's Liberation Army Air Force and lieutenant general of the Air Force, died of illness in a dry rest house in Shanghai at the age of 70.