My name is Shaoran, and I am an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. For a long time, I didn't know anything about my origins, not because I didn't want to know, but because no one around me knew about it. This situation baffled me because I felt as if someone was trying to hide it from me. At the age of eighteen, I signed up for the army and joined the ranks of the conscripts. It wasn't until I was about to retire that I finally knew who I was.

I'm not a human being, no, strictly speaking, I'm an incomplete human being.

Don't you think it's strange for me to say that? That's right, I think it's weird too. This is actually quite a trick to say, but I have to start with my father. My father was a multi-faceted scientist with a wide range of knowledge in the fields of biology, chemistry, physics, archaeology, genetics, and fine electronics. In addition to this, he was a former military man. Because his brain has developed beyond ordinary people's imagination, some people have even begun to suspect that he may be a "new human" who has undergone genetic mutations.

I don't think there's any need to say anything more about the things in the orphanage, there are always many things that make people unhappy in a gloomy childhood, so I don't want to mention it.

Speaking of which, my personality has started to change since I joined the army. In my life, there are strict squad leaders, heroic comrades-in-arms, and brotherhood of life and death. This makes me think that the army is a very fun place.

Playful? Hey, many people will think that it is hell out there, especially those who come out of it.

Yes, for those who are afraid of suffering, it is indeed hell. But that's why I say "fun". Think about it, is there any place in this world that can be more exciting than "hell"? I guess not.

When the bright thick wooden sticks, green beer bottles, and red slate bricks roar towards your body and head, then you may have such a thought--yes, is this military training, or hooligan fighting? Sticks, wine bottles, and bricks are all up!

Hey, just kidding. The army, of course, is really how to train, and there are not so many vague words to say.

I still remember the first time I held a gun, my heart was strangely excited. Suddenly, I only felt one word - shooting is really "cool"! Hey, don't think about it, I'm talking about real guns.

I remember that when I was a child, I used to like to watch war movies. When I saw the soldiers charging on the battlefield, throwing their heads and spilling their blood, my heart couldn't help but surge. Although I say so, don't think I'm some violent person, I'm just infected by the heroic atmosphere of the soldiers. In other words, as a soldier, you should always maintain a high fighting spirit, otherwise you will be easily caught off guard when you encounter war.

However, he said that in the first three months of the army, it was mainly some physical training. Since I'm not a normal person, that kind of intensity training is basically a piece of cake for me. After the end of the training every day, my comrades-in-arms around me were all too tired, and I was the only one who was fine. At first, they all wondered how I could be like nobody, and I wondered how they could be so weak, feeling like they were flowers in a greenhouse, even though they were. Over time, everyone came to the conclusion that I am not a "human". Of course, this was just a deliberate mockery of me, but unfortunately it was right.

Speaking of which, I suddenly want to talk about our squad leader. If you want to say that our squad leader, although he is not tall, he is as strong as a cow, and his temper is called a short-tempered. If anyone in the class commits a small mistake, the whole class will immediately suffer.

I think he's okay with everything else, but he has a stinky problem, and he always likes to call people recruits. You said we all have a nose, two eyes, a mouth, and two ears, and although we are all new, none of them look like "eggs"?

Anyway, when I first joined the army, my personality was quite rebellious. Once, the squad leader called me a recruit again, and I immediately felt unhappy in my heart. I glared at him and said, "What's wrong with your recruits, aren't recruits soldiers?" If you want to be a real cow, let's do a fight, and see if your veterans are really more bullish than our recruits! ”

Anyway, I was too young at that time, and my personality was inevitable. However, impulsiveness is impulsiveness, and those who make mistakes should be punished. I saw that the squad leader glared at me, didn't say anything, just said: "All of them, run with weights, and the goal is twenty kilometers!" ”

The so-called heavy charge, which is our own term, means a hurried march in full armor. Under normal circumstances, an additional weight of at least 15 kilograms per person is required, and the target distance is at least 10 kilometers. This time, though, because of me, everyone else doubled the weight and I doubled. In this regard, the comrades-in-arms couldn't help but say: "Brother, impulsiveness is the devil, you should be more leisurely in the future." ”

Oops, it's all my fault, and everyone is implicated. You said that this squad leader is too insidious, and the punishment will be punished and you will be punished twice, if you want to punish me, it's okay, what does it matter to others! Having said that, we can only bear this punishment, there is no way, the army is an unreasonable place, and the only thing you can do as a soldier is to obey orders.

Now that I think about it, in fact, that kind of punishment system is quite good. As the saying goes, "one person attains the Tao and the chicken dog ascends to heaven". Because of my frequent love impulses, they were often punished, and after just over a month, the military quality of the entire squad jumped upward, closely chasing the elite soldiers in the battalion. In this regard, although my comrades-in-arms complained about me, they were also happy in their hearts. However, there is one thing I have never dared to tell them, in fact, I am deliberately impulsive. Don't tell them about this kind of thing, or a few of them will go berserk. It's not that I'm afraid they'll run wild, I'm just afraid that they'll come and beat me up in a fit of anger, and I'll definitely beat me up.

Actually, there is not such a big contradiction between me and the squad leader. It's just that at the beginning, I always couldn't see the physical fitness of my brothers, and I was afraid of hardship when I trained, so I like to deliberately find the squad leader's stubble when I have nothing to do, and practice them a lot. I guess the squad leader also saw my thoughts, and if he had nothing to do, he cooperated with me, and made these brothers die all day long, and I was a little embarrassed to make it too many times.

Speaking of which, few people want to suffer this sin these days, but what if they don't? In case there is a war one day, we can't do it. Therefore, even if it is not for the inside, we have to practice desperately for the sake of face. Once you practice well, you can have an extra chance to survive on the battlefield, and it is also our ability to not go to the battlefield.

Not long after I spent time in the recruit company, I was transferred to the elite company. Before leaving, I said to the squad leader: "Squad leader, I'm leaving, and these brothers will be handed over to you in the future." The squad leader rolled his eyes and said, "Even if you don't leave, they have to hand it over to me." ”

In fact, after staying in the army for a long time, I gradually integrated into the life there, and even now that I have left, I will always remember that unforgettable time. Every time I think about it, I feel a warmth in my heart. I will always unconsciously miss the hardships I have endured with them, the sweat that has flowed together, the memory of every target I have hit, and even the bed in the dormitory, the food in the cafeteria, and the boiled water in the water room.

I remember someone once said that there are four kinds of relationships in the world that are the most ironclad: those who have been together with the window, those who have carried guns together, those who have shared the spoils together, and those who have been together -- well, I won't talk about the last one, anyway, people who have the last relationship are usually not good birds.

Having said so much, it seems that I haven't gotten to the point yet. Actually, someone told me about my background later. That man was my father's best friend, or friend of life and death, and also a scientist.

In fact, when I talked about this incident, my first feeling at that time was two words -!

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