When Zhao Yu notified the information of the nano medical machine, the higher-ups quickly took action and began to prepare the experimenters.

However, since Lin Yu did not give the number of experimenters, it was decided that a representative should be selected for each case.

Soon, the news of the selection of experimenters quickly spread to all departments and localities across the country.

Eastern Theater of Operations.

Fangs Special Operations Regiment, inside the office.

A middle-aged man with a resolute expression looked at the young man standing tall in front of him, and said in a heavy tone: "Xiaobing, the position that the old chief arranged for you this time is the vice chairman of the Disabled Persons' Federation, which is equivalent to the position of deputy teacher, what do you think?" ”

"Chief, don't you want me anymore......"

Hearing this, Ding Xiaobing's eyes turned red, his eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

The middle-aged man's eyes drooped slightly, glanced at the cuff of his empty right arm, bowed his head and said silently: "What can you do if you stay, we are a combat unit." ”.

"I know, chief, but I don't want to go to the back and sit in the office, I'm going to stay here, even if I only have one hand, I can train, I can shoot, I can fight."

"Chief, I beg you to leave me behind, please, I can't leave here!"

Ding Xiaobing's eyes were red, and his choked tone revealed a pleading that could not be concealed.

He has lived here for more than ten years and has long regarded this place as his home.

Leaving here, he felt like his whole life was dark.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was silent, just looked up at him with a complicated expression.

Ding Xiaobing, this is the best soldier under him, since he joined the army, he has made many military exploits, and he was promoted to company commander before, which can be described as a bright future.

However, during a mission not long ago, a sudden accident took his right hand.

"Someone!"

For a long time, the silent middle-aged man suddenly shouted loudly outside the door.

The voice fell.

The soldiers who were standing guard outside the gate immediately rushed in.

"Give him the gun!"

The middle-aged man pointed at Ding Xiaobing and commanded.

Without saying a word, the soldier on duty directly handed over the AK47 firearm in his hand.

Ding Xiaobing hurriedly stretched out his left arm and took it.

"Lift it up!"

Looking at Ding Xiaobing, who was holding a gun, the middle-aged man shouted in a stern tone.

Ding Xiaobing's expression was awe-inspiring, he gritted his teeth, and held the gun flat in front of his chest with difficulty with his left hand.

A few minutes later.

Ding Xiaobing's left arm was already wet with sweat and began to tremble slightly.

Even, the whole gun was rattling softly.

However, he did not give up, but held on to it and did not let the gun fall.

However, as time passed, his left arm trembled more and more frequently, as if it would not be able to support it in the next moment.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man did not stop it, but looked at the soldier on duty and continued to order: "Give him the bullet!" ”

"Yes!"

The soldier on duty quickly took out a long box of bullets and placed it on the table.

"Hold the bullet on!"

The tone and attitude of the middle-aged man are still extremely sharp and aggressive.

However, Ding Xiaobing did not hate it, but was very pleased.

He placed the gun on the table, grabbed the cartridge, poured it all out, pressed the gun on one knee, and clumsily began to reload with his left hand.

"Hurry up! You're so slow, you're still reloading when the enemy hits! ”

The middle-aged man spoke in a serious tone, constantly urging on the side.

Hearing this, Ding Xiaobing gritted his teeth and desperately sped up.

Even if his left hand was cut by a sharp bullet and a sharply angled magazine, he didn't care, just continued to reload fiercely.

One!

Two!

Three!

The magazine gradually filled.

Every bullet carries his blood and sweat.

At this time, Ding Xiaobing's left hand was already drenched in blood.

Even the army-green table was covered with a large area of blood, which looked shocking.

Seeing this scene, the soldier on duty next to him looked solemn and looked at Ding Xiaobing with admiration.

Finally, as the last bullet was pressed into the magazine, Ding Xiaobing stopped what he was doing.

He grinned and just looked up at the middle-aged man, his gaze still firm, as if nothing could be shaken.

The middle-aged man was silent, walked up to Ding Xiaobing, took the magazine full of bullets, put it on the table, and said, "With your loading speed, staying in the army is at most a platoon commander." ”

Hearing this, Ding Xiaobing's sweaty face finally showed a bright smile.

"Chief, as long as I can stay in the army, let alone be a platoon commander, even if you let me be a small soldier!"

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but his heart was a little heavy.

That's when it happened.

An old man with gray temples and no anger walked in from outside.

"Old chief! How did you get here. ”

The middle-aged man was a little surprised.

The old chief nodded, then looked at Ding Xiaobing and said, "Xiaobing, go back and pack your luggage, there is a car waiting for you outside." ”

"Huh?"

Ding Xiaobing was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, he quickly reacted and thought that the old chief was trying to let him leave the army.

So, he hurriedly pleaded: "Old chief, don't drive me away, the chief has just agreed to let me stay in the army." ”

"You see, even if I only have one hand, I can still reload, I am no worse than others, you believe me, don't drive me away."

As he spoke, Ding Xiaobing hurriedly picked up the magazine on the table and showed it to the old chief.

Looking at the eye-catching bloodstains on the magazine, and every bloodstained bullet in the magazine, the old chief was silent.

"Chief, you say something, we just said it, you let me stay in the army as a platoon commander, you speak, we clearly said yes......"

Seeing that the old chief didn't speak, Ding Xiaobing's tone was already a little crying.

His bloodied left hand was even more clutching the middle-aged man next to him, like a helpless child.

He didn't expect that he had finally passed the test of the chief and saw hope, but in a blink of an eye, he was directly denied by the old chief.

This huge sense of gap from heaven to hell made Ding Xiaobing, a seven-foot man who bleed without tears, collapse a little.

"Xiaobing is right, old chief, I have just promised him to let him stay in the army as a platoon commander with peace of mind, even if you persuade me, I will not change my mind!"

Holding Ding Xiaobing's bloodstained left hand, the middle-aged man looked at the old chief with resolute eyes, and his tone was sonorous and powerful.

"Hehe, I haven't seen you for a few years, but you kid is a lot tougher."

Hearing this, the old chief couldn't help but smile.

Then, under the serious gaze of the middle-aged man, the old chief said unhurriedly: "However, there is one thing that you two seem to have made a mistake, that is, I never seem to have said that I would kick Xiaobing out of the army, right?" ”

"This ......"

Feeling the meaning of the old chief's words, the middle-aged man frowned, and asked suspiciously: "Then what did you just say, let Xiaobing go back to pack his luggage and have a car waiting outside, what do you mean?" ”

"That's the old man, I'm going to take him to a place where he might be able to heal his severed hand."

The old chief smiled slightly and explained leisurely.

"What?! Xiaobing's severed hand can be cured?!! ”

The middle-aged man couldn't help but exclaim.

Ding Xiaobing next to him was also stunned.

It turned out that the old chief did not want to drive him away, but to heal his severed hand.

It was a misunderstanding just now.

After figuring out everything, Ding Xiaobing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, what made him wonder was that his hand had been broken, and how could he treat it.

Can you still give him a new hand?

"Old chief, what the hell is going on?"

The middle-aged man was anxious and hurriedly asked.

"What, you're not hardened now?"

The old chief looked at him with a smirk.

"Uh......"

The middle-aged man said with a wry smile: "Old chief, don't make fun of me, I'm not thinking about Xiaobing." ”

"Hmph, I can't say the specifics, you just need to know that I spent a lot of effort to get this opportunity, you kid have to cherish it for me, did you hear?"

The old chief glanced at the middle-aged man, then looked at Ding Xiaobing, and said admonishingly.

"Yes! Guaranteed to complete the mission!! ”

Ding Xiaobing had tears in his eyes and yelled in a firm tone.

"Okay, the car is still waiting outside, hurry up, I hope I can see you completely when you come back."

The old chief waved his hand and motioned for him to go back to his bedroom to pack his luggage.

Ding Xiaobing didn't speak, but solemnly saluted the two chiefs before striding out of the office.

Under the gaze of the two leaders, his steps when he left were already a little less heavy and a little more brisk.