Criticizing the unity of Han compatriots is a national policy, and as a professional soldier, he must be benevolent. That aunt, let alone using eggs, even if she smashes me in the face with an iron ball, I won't let my temper fight back, otherwise, if I am expelled and go home, won't I even have a chance to be a martyr?!

But saying that there is no fire in the heart, I said, do you believe it?

I blushed, returned to the company, and finally decided, revenge, revenge!

But don't get me wrong, the target of my revenge is not that aunt, she was just deceived, and it was the wolf that I wanted to take revenge on.

Who *** let it bite here? Is it okay for your old man to move the nest? Not far away is the border, you always run to the Indian border, you want to bite whomever you want, bite whatever you like, I don't care 100%!

This kind of wolf is a lone wolf, they are very cunning and can be said to be natural hunters. When they bite, they will quietly follow behind the person, and then the person stands up, stretches out his front paws, and pats the other person directly on the shoulder, who wants to subconsciously turn back, the wolf will directly bite his throat.

This trick is more ruthless than the special forces!

I thought about it and thought about it, and finally got a body armor, put it upside down behind me, and then I was alone. So he went out and scurried back and forth in the paths and mountains where wolves often bite. I also thought that maybe I couldn't fight that wolf, and I would really become a martyr. For this reason, I also wrote an impassioned suicide note, pretending to leave my party fee for one year.

I think, if I am heroic, maybe the TV station will come to interview my deeds, so when the beautiful female reporter, facing the camera and reading my suicide note, will she shed a few drops because of my "nobleness", my "greatness", and my "self-sacrifice for others", maybe it is true, maybe it is false, but no matter what, it is all genuine, the tears of beauty?!

Roar, when I think of this, I am even more excited!

Like a donkey with a grinding head, I walked seventeen or eighteen times along the damned path, and in the afternoon of a certain year, month, and day, suddenly, a hand was gently placed on my shoulder, and I did not look back, but took a deep breath. That's right, the air exhaled by the "he" behind me had a strong fishy smell. Unless a person doesn't brush his teeth for three months, how can bad breath be so bad?!

I still haven't looked back, I'm just taking a big stride. Walking forward. That wolf, I guess I have never seen a person like me in my life, and it was involuntarily taken along by me.

Don't forget, wolves are not good at walking upright on their feet, my steps are too big, I only took a few steps, the wolf couldn't keep up with my rhythm, and subconsciously put both front paws on my shoulders.

Hehe, I was angry with that dantian at the time. He roared wildly, grabbed its front paws on my shoulders with both hands, and carried it directly on my back, and then ran desperately towards the village where the Tibetan compatriots lived. I just want to let the simple Tibetan compatriots see clearly that the messenger of God has been captured alive by my Xiaoxiao! If this play is really a messenger of God, I can capture it alive, then I laugh a little, isn't it an archangel?!

The wolf was caught in my front paws, and it was really anxious. It grabbed at my back with all its might. I've studied animals that have been bitten to death by wolves. The wolf's claws are absolutely sharp, and even cowhide can be scratched, and if a person is caught by them, he will grasp a large piece of meat one hundred percent.

However, no matter how sharp the wolf's claws are, it can scratch through body armor that even bullets can't penetrate

I laugh!

But this wolf, why is it so heavy, it didn't take a few steps to weigh me down.

I'm crying!

But anyway, I'm also a scout auditor, and I'm carrying this wolf who weighs at least half of the average wolf, and I should consider losing weight, and I ran all the way.

Found that the claws couldn't hurt me. The wolf was really anxious, it was so anxious that it wanted to bite me with its teeth, but don't tease, I'm a scout auditor! I've used my head when locking its front paws. Directly to its lower jaw, everyone think about it. In this position, in addition to biting a mouthful of air, what kind of play can it bite?!

Biting and biting, scratching and scratching, and finding that there was no way to cause harm, the old treacherous and slippery wolf finally stopped this futile struggle. But soon, a warm tongue licked my head.

You know why wolves gnawed bones. Is it absolutely clean? That's because the wolf has barbed hooks on its tongue, and if you lick it, even if it's raw flesh on the bone, it will be licked off completely. When it came down with its tongue, it licked a large piece of my hair down, and it is estimated that a few more licks will directly lick my scalp and finally lick my skull out!

I'm finally going to be strong!

My wish is finally coming true!

However, I really don't want to die so dead, and I don't want to be licked by a wolf on the head, and only bones are left!

Now I can speak slowly, but at the time, I didn't really think about anything. Subconsciously tried his best to resist the wolf's chin tighter, and then pounced forward, and took the wolf to roll on the snow a few times, until the wolf snorted, and then jumped up and continued to run forward. At that time, I seemed to have thought about something. By the way, what I think is: "***, I should have come out wearing a steel helmet if I knew it!" ”

At the end, the wolf licked me with his tongue. I threw myself on the ground and rolled on it, and then I felt so uncomfortable that the wolf licked my scalp again, and I jumped up as a scout auditor. Lying backwards is an action to exercise the body's ability to resist blows, and lie down behind you fiercely.

In this way, we were one wolf and two brothers, licking and rolling, and ran all the way for more than a dozen.

I don't know when, the wolf behind me finally stopped struggling. When I ran into the village of my Tibetan compatriots, ready to show everyone the messenger of God who I had captured alive, I was surprised to find out. That wolf has been soothed alive by me.

What surprised me the most was that this wolf was not fat and should lose weight, but its size, which was at least half larger than the average wolf, and it could be described as the king of wolves. (I really don't know, this king of wolves is the wolf who lost his lover and hated humans after the Wind Shadow House killed the wolf)

In front of my simple Tibetan compatriots, I picked up the wolf king, walked around the village a few times, and then carried the wolf king's corpse without a sound. Returned to the barracks. Since then, no wolf bites anyone, no one has thrown eggs in my face, and the Tibetan aunt has a warm smile on her face when she sees me, and even invited me to eat her own noodles and drink mare's milk wine.

Because of my "selflessness."

It is said that because of my "bravery" because of my "dedication", I have a heartbeat", and the fact that I have saved the reputation of the army and successfully defeated the rumors. I got another second-class merit.

It was the division commander who put on a medal for me in public, and secretly gentle, Ding instructed me: "Young man, work hard, have a future!" ”

I burst into tears again, if I hadn't refused to die too ugly, if I hadn't wanted to be bitten to pieces by a wolf, and there would be no way to die. I have become a glorious martyr!

Even if I die, I want to die with at least some dignity, and I can't let a TV reporter talk about my revolutionary life with a bunch of bones, right?!

We live next to the Indians, and frankly, these Asans are so shameless. They make use of the McMahon Line. Even if they occupy more than 80,000 square kilometers of China's land, they still use tea and food tactics, where China has not established an outpost, they will grab it inside, and as soon as the outpost is established, the land behind it will naturally be included in their territory.

Although it is just a few bits and pieces, but think about it, a group of bad real estate developers in China, represented by that mad dog, the domestic housing prices are getting higher and higher, even if I can eat the country, drink the country, sleep in the country, save a year's life money, and can't even afford a bathroom, in this comparison, they built a sentry station, and the land they obtained, how to say that it is worth hundreds of millions, right?

If there are any gold, silver, and diamond mines under that land, it is still another matter!

One day, Ran Chang suddenly called me over.

The reason is that the Indians seized another hill and began to build their outpost, which was originally nothing, but the military had some experts who were aware of it until the other side had already built an outpost. Only then did they discover that if the other side is allowed to occupy this hill, put their automated information system on it, and build a surveillance network, a considerable part of the air defense system of the Chinese garrison will be exposed to the other side.

Anyway, in a word, this outpost must not be allowed to be built, otherwise the consequences will be serious.

And the regiment commander called me, a super pervert with old scout skills, to find a way. Under the condition that the diplomatic relations between the two sides will not be affected and the construction of the other side's outposts will be suspended. As a result, that night, I carried a bazooka on my back, climbed near the outpost, and made sure that the night was clear, the moon was bright, and the stars were sparse, and the zombies were dispatched, uh, no, it was no one, so I first poured twenty kilograms of scrap made of magnets there, and then ran into the distance, and with a Zhao bazooka, I bombarded a small half of the outpost they had built.

Why do I need to chair twenty kilograms of magnet crumble, you ask?

Hehe, don't you like to use high-tech equipment, I want to see, there are magnets everywhere, their high-tech that is a hundred times more delicate than a virgin, how can they have fun!

When I was done, I carried a bazooka, humming "the fifteenth moon" in my mouth and swaggered back, walking and walking, in a portable walkie-talkie. Suddenly, there was an urgent cry from the brothers: "Laugh little, run!" ”

I looked puzzled, run, where to run?!

Then it soon became clear to me that I was in a buffer zone that was drawn by both sides, and that this place did not belong to China or India, and that the other side was firing at this place, although excessively, but it was not a fire on the territory of China. My rocket obviously hit the other side, and I was only one person, and the platoon artillery bombardment at the first level was smashed at such a cost.

Please, what they use is a millimeter caliber gun imported from Sweden, which uses a rocket-propelled shell that can shoot an extended-range shell at a distance of 53 kilometers. Such expensive shells were poured for me alone, and when I fired a salvo of them, the shells they needed to consume were first converted into US dollars, and then exchanged for * RMB, I couldn't help but grit my teeth, "I can almost build a hope primary school!"

I really dropped the tires and ran away at the beginning. But soon I won't run, I've completed the mission, and now I'm killed on the spot, pick up my brother, will bring my body back, don't I be a glorious martyr, able to wear the national flag again, and lead the army again?!

So I gave up running away and waited for a sinful cannonball to send me to a happy heaven far away. But I soon found out that they didn't know my exact location at all, and the shells were hitting too far. I thought about it for a fraction of a second, and then I decided to chase it myself and let them blow up.

When I finally ran to the shelling point with a speed of 100 meters, I was going to cry, because the opponent had already completed three salvos, adjusted the angle of the artillery, and began to extend the fire. This time, they hit the same position I was standing on!

In the end, I still did not die, and listlessly carried a bazooka that had been damaged by the enemy's platoon artillery, walked back to the barracks, and was greeted by the commander of the regiment to greet the hero.

For my outstanding performance this time, the teacher met with me again and praised me. If there is a big war, I must be a battle hero.

I burst into tears for the third time, my teacher, don't fool me. Now our country is advocating a strategy of peaceful rise. If you want to fight a big battle, don't say that the national policy doesn't allow it, and Ah San on the other side doesn't want to. Even if it's one day. The third world war really began, and I smiled little, but I was afraid that I would die in a hospital bed after the age of thirty-eight.

Therefore, I have already won two first-class military merit medals and one second-class military merit medal, and even the division commander regards me as a confidant hobby, I am still not heroic, I am still living day by day, and I am steadily moving towards the age of thirty-eight.

A few more days passed, and another life-changing event happened.

On patrol, both sides for some reason. A fight ensued. In that kind of place where there is not enough oxygen, there is a lack of necessary entertainment facilities, both sides are extremely mentally sleepy, and fighting is also a way of catharsis, so as long as both sides do not use guns, do not kill people and set fires, and do not make too much trouble. The superiors on both sides also turned a blind eye.

Of course, I'm talking about the superior. I'm a company commander!

Although I, the company commander, was the first to rush forward. On that day, everyone seemed to be a little upright and excited. The hands were a little heavier, and the people opposite me found that I was fighting too hard with my hand-to-hand, and finally someone was red-eyed, pulled out the fighting saber, and stabbed me directly, and I was too excited to fight, I didn't pay attention, and when I reacted, my right hand had been stabbed through with the lake saber. I was furious in my heart at the time, you know, the position of this knife is too vicious, even if it can be smelted well, it will affect my right index finger, and the most important part of a soldier playing with a gun is not the right index finger?

Faced with this situation, I grabbed the Peng saber that pierced my palm with my backhand almost without thinking. And then fight it all

"Karma" kicked the other party's lower abdomen one by one. Then there was a terrible sound, as if killing and guessing the armor and striking iron. Like the scream of a dog, it suddenly resounded in the sky. Then the fighting of everyone around stopped.

A few days later, people across the border protested, saying that I had maliciously attacked their soldiers, causing their soldiers, some of them to fall apart in pieces, and they had lost their most basic fertility.

Amen, may God take care of him!

No, I should be willing to bless me.

Because, the other party didn't know where to hide the camera, and took a photo of my face. When I saw my photo, I realized how hideous the expression on my face was when I was stabbed and kicked the other party's little brother.

The evidence is complete, and even the division commander can't protect me. I wrote a thick review and went to the other party's hospital in person, carrying cans, to visit the soldier I kicked and crippled. The soldier glared at me with a resentful expression, and I kept smiling at each other, but when the leaders on both sides were not paying attention, I quietly stiffened his middle finger and then made a "soft fall" movement.

By the way, to add, the cans I carried. It's all canned beef, but I privately found some stickers for canned pork and replaced them. (They regard cattle as gods and will never eat beef.) Although later, I often saw their international students in China, running to the restaurant to eat steak secretly. They don't say they're Ah San, but how can they escape my eyes? ）

Hehe, the poison is so bad!

Then I was sent back to the mainland, and I was supposed to be promoted to a major of two cents, but because of this kind of thing. was tragically deducted by one level and became a lieutenant.

The worst thing is that I am a Shanxi soldier, and I was originally sent back to Shanxi, but it was just in time for the withdrawal of the 63rd Army. I was again sent to the local reserve below.

The reserve is a very interesting place, a reserve regiment, a total of more than thirty people. To put it bluntly, they are all officers, regiment commanders, deputy regiments, and chiefs of staff, but there are no soldiers. Once the war starts, recruit troops temporarily, and then match them with weapons, and practice one, two, or three catties. monthly, even if it is a force.

This kind of place, everyone sits and gets off work every day. You can imagine how boring it was, and how it didn't match the original purpose of my heroic sacrifice.

I, a lieutenant with a dime and two, was transferred from the regular army to the reserve, and according to the usual practice, I was promoted to another rank, hehe, I am another glorious captain of a dime and three tons.

My position is the head of the Operations Section, which is estimated to be about the same as the Operations Staff

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Blame me too, for being in the barracks for so many years. I still don't know much about the affairs of the barracks. Although the reserves are so idle that they can fade out of the birds. However, I, the head of the operations section, can solve the indicators of two urban soldiers in one year.

And today, if a boy in a city wants to become a soldier, he needs at least 35,000 to buy indicators. These people who pay for soldiers; To put it bluntly, they all have enough connections in the family, and when they come back as soldiers, they can arrange jobs according to the needs of the policy and the country, and they can rely on the strength of the family. Enter some units that usually have money and connections, but it is not easy to enter, and from then on become a national civil servant who is full of drought and income.

It is said that there are 120,000 female soldiers! And even money can't buy places, so female soldiers are better than one in the army, and better than female officers. After being discharged from the army, the local government arranges work, and if you are not satisfied, you will not go at all until the other party arranges something satisfactory. The person who arranged the work also understood that behind the female soldiers, they all had quite a good background, and they must not be offended.

This is the unspoken rule of the place and the army. I'm a gentleman, I really don't understand.

As a result, on the third day of my appointment, a battalion commander, two company commanders, and a deputy company came to ask me to have dinner together. After drinking less than three glasses, the deputy company commander pressed his arm in front of me, first congratulated me on my promotion to the chief of the combat section, and then asked me seriously: "I really want to know, smile little." Why are you sitting in this position! ”

**, he asked me, why are you sitting on such a broken place?!

I was stabbed in the palm of my hand, I was demoted, I lost the opportunity to sacrifice my life for the country, and I came to such a small place, who knows the depression in my heart? And now a bunch of idiots are asking me, why are you sitting in this position?!

I broke the arm of the deputy company commander who was pressed to the table in front of me with a single punch, and then in half a minute, I beheaded the other two company commanders, leaving only the battalion commander, who was older than me, and I still knew the elders and young in the barracks. I looked at the battalion commander and told him seriously: "That's what I rely on." ”

It was a big crime to send three comrades to the hospital, but the division commander on the border line and the three military medals I received saved my life. In the end, although I wrote a thick stack of reviews that could make a cup of instant noodles, I was acquitted.

But the reservists also said, you are a big god when you laugh at your little one, and our small temple really can't accommodate you. You can find another job. Then they kicked me and kicked me into the retreat. became a glorious doctor.

I don't understand, I've killed people, been beaten by artillery, fought battles, I just can't save people, how can I become a doctor?!

But fortunately, the people in the retreat center, after learning about my "achievements" on the border line, also showed me quite tolerance, allowing me to wander around alone outside, not returning to the retreat center all year round, and still paying me my salary on time. It's a testament to my efforts.

I'm just a special forces soldier who wanted to be a special soldier since I was a child, but the more I got into the mix, I wanted to sacrifice my life for the country and sacrifice heroically, but I don't know why, an outrageously unlucky guy with good luck! A frustrated person who is so idle that he spends his days with a bunch of rags, where he makes all kinds of strange props and plays all kinds of exciting games!

The division commander also knew about my situation, and because of this, the top domestic special forces assembled in the Guangzhou Military Region, and it was said that they would pass the knockout round and choose to participate in the second "Blue Shield" World Military Competition. What he meant was that I should go and see the experiences of others, know the gap between each other, and then die and live a down-to-earth life.

But I'm just not convinced, if it weren't for that damn disease, I wouldn't be any pound better than them!

So, I'm going to be the ninth team. I can't guarantee that I will be able to outperform them, but. If I can really get them to look the other way and even get a chance to play abroad. I will be desperate and heroic, using my own blood and death to make those foreigners open their eyes wide. The spirit of not being afraid of death is still there!

Well, though, I'm Chinese New Year's Eve four years old. There are only four lives left.