Cheng Xu's injuries in the battle were not serious, he only sprained his right foot when he ran to confirm the bones of his teammates, and he was discharged from the hospital after only a few days of observation.

The object of the doctor's observation is not Cheng Xu's physical condition, but his psychological condition. In order to help Cheng Xu get out of the shadows, the staff of the Far Rescue Association arranged a job as a military training instructor for Cheng Xu, so as to change Cheng Xu to an unfamiliar environment, have a good interaction with strangers, and try to replace the dusty past with fresh memories.

Cheng Xu did not oppose the arrangement of the Far Rescue Association, and when he couldn't find a goal in life, it was a good thing for someone to command him, at least he had a living goal, so as not to become a walking corpse.

It's just that it doesn't feel good to be a nanny for a group of idiots, so Cheng Xu doesn't have a warm smile on his face.

After sending away an idiot who pointed a gun at someone, Cheng Xu looked at the young man in front of him coldly, he has a rare steadiness of his peers, or cowardice, among so many students that Cheng Xu is responsible for training, most of them will cheer after getting the gun, and a few girls will show resistance, but the only one with a frightened expression on his face is this young man named Zeng Bo.

"You're afraid of guns?" Cheng Xu asked.

While Cheng Xu was looking at Zeng Bo, Zeng Bo was also looking at Cheng Xu.

With a crumpled military uniform, messy chicken-nest-like hair, a skinny face covered in stubble, and deep sadness in his deep, melancholy eyes, this instructor would have become a smash hit decadent idol ten years ago.

"Ah, no, I ......" Zeng Bo hesitated, unconsciously backing away.

"According to what I have said before, I am familiar with firearms, prepare to practice shooting, and if I fail to pass the assessment, I can't participate in live-fire target shooting, and if I can't get a passing score, I will be considered a failure and retake it next semester." Cheng Xu was not in the mood to understand Zeng Bo's inner activities, so he waved his hand impatiently, signaling Zeng Bo to start practicing immediately.

Zeng Bo hesitated for a while, he couldn't hold it back, gritted his teeth and put down the gun, took a few steps and walked in front of Cheng Xu, standing up and saluting.

"Instructor! May I ask you a question? Zeng Bo plucked up a lot of courage to ask this sentence, but the instructor's answer was to pour a basin of cold water on his head.

"No, shut up, go practice, and go out for ten laps if you talk nonsense."

Zeng Bo hung his head and went back to pick up the gun, and began to repeat some basic movements, even if his back and shoulders hurt. If war is inevitable, and if one day you will be forced to go to the battlefield, then you should study hard now, and only by sweating more in peacetime can you shed less blood in wartime.

When the orange sun began to set towards the horizon, and the day's training was finally over, the instructors blew the whistle of the assembly, and then issued the order to disband, and the students in the shooting range put down their guns and ran to the cafeteria with their rumbling stomachs.

During the military training, few people will order takeout, most of them run to the nearest canteen after the training to gobble up, the canteen built-in seats are simply not enough, temporarily erected many canopies, plastic tables and chairs are placed underneath, these are temporary additional seats.

Zeng Bo sat on a seat in the outermost part, picked up the plate and swept the canteen food that he usually didn't look down on into his stomach, and when he put down the plate that blocked his view, Zeng Bo found that there was another person on the other side.

"What do you want to ask in the afternoon, ask." Instructor Cheng changed into a set of sportswear, sat on the ground with a golden knife, ate meat, drank a lot, and had a rare pride in every move, but there was still a melancholy between his eyebrows.

"Uh......" Zeng Bo looked left and right, and seeing that no one was paying attention to this side, he lowered his voice and asked, "Instructor, will we go to the battlefield in the future?" ”

"I don't know." Cheng Xu glanced at Zeng Bo strangely, "Why did you ask me?" ”

"You don't look like the other instructors." Zeng Bo said cautiously, "That's it, I mean, I don't think you are like an officer in the army, I think you should have been drafted into the army before, right?" I went out of my way to learn about what happened in Yuanjiang, and I heard that there were many civilians who enlisted in the army to fight against the corpses. Before the war, you were ordinary people like us, but you were forced to go to the battlefield, and you are one of them, right? I think you can understand my fears...... I know it's a shame, but I can't help but be scared when we suddenly learn how to use a gun from military training. ”

"It's right to be afraid, there's no shame." Cheng Xu's answer was unexpected by Zeng Bo.

Seeing Zeng Bo's surprised expression, Cheng Xu sneered: "Ye Gong is a good dragon, have you heard of it?" Those classmates of yours, now looking excited, screaming fiercely, really let them enlist in the army to fight, they will only be more afraid. It's good that you think of this possibility, and you know that you have to overcome your fears and practice hard. ”

After praising Zeng Bo, Cheng Xu then added: "But what you just said is not right, I was indeed a civilian before, but I was not forcibly conscripted into the army, I voluntarily joined the team of corpse hunters and contributed to the corpse battlefield, so I can't understand your fear." ”

"You mean, you weren't afraid at all?"

"No, we're all scared to death."

Zeng Bo was stunned for a moment and asked, "Since you're afraid, why do you want to go to the battlefield?" Civilians are not obligated to do their military duties, do they? ”

"If everyone thinks like you, China would have been wiped out a long time ago, the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression has been fought for eight years, the veterans have been wiped out, and there are no civilians on the battlefield, so will they give away the land to others?" Cheng Xu sneered and asked, "In Yuanjiang, the 258 Brigade, the armed police, the criminal police, and even the people's police, urban management, and militia regiments are almost gone, if we don't go up, who will go?" When they all die, we don't even have the last chance to fight, so no matter how scared we are, we have to fight. ”

Zeng Bo opened his mouth to speak, but Cheng Xu didn't give him a chance, and continued: "Whether you will go to the battlefield in the future, I really don't know, why did the above order train you, I don't know." But I know one thing, the comrades-in-arms who used to fight side by side with me are now the only ones left, and the familiar faces I once saw are now all replaced by strange newcomers, and the same people as me have almost gone. However, there are still many battles to be fought in the future, and there may be too many to count, and sooner or later we will die out. When the time comes, if you don't go up, who will? ”

"If one day we all fall, you have to stand up and protect yourself, and now it is a good thing to exercise a good body and learn some experience in advance." After Cheng Xu finished speaking, he shook the can, left the last sip of wine at the bottom of the can, and got up to leave.

The light of the setting sun sprinkled down, casting a layer of orange-red halo on Cheng Xu's body, Zeng Bo looked at it stupidly, and he clearly didn't hear the rhetoric, but it seemed that there was a thunderclap in his ears.