It's a low-slung bungalow, dimly lit, and the sound of firecrackers to welcome the New Year resounds, and in this messy rental house, a scruffy man lies flat on a broken bed, a faded military quilt covers his body, and several empty two-pot bottles are scattered at his side.

A rat ran over the broken table at the head of the bed and knocked over the picture frame.

"Bang dang!"

The frame falls and the glass shatters.

The scruffy man reached out and pushed the glass shards away, the sharp glass cutting his fingers. Unaware, he picked up the photo and stared at it.

It is rumored that this was the only time the five surviving fighters of the 11th Short Knife Commando were photographed together, on the night of the veterans' party.

To go, according to the custom, the night before returning home, a big dinner.

No more alcohol, no more silence.

All the commanders and fighters of the hunter troops, from the major general to the private, blurred the strict hierarchy this night. You can toast to the commander of the Major General without any scruples, and you can also hug the Commander of the Major General without any scruples and cry bitterly.

The Short Knife Commando, the Shadow Force, is part of the Hunter Force, and has gone through eleven groups of people so far. This can be seen from the serial number of the commando - "11" means that they are the eleventh group of Short Knife Commandos, the elite of the hunter unit.

The 11th Short Knife Commando also became the last group of Short Knife Commandos, and after the retirement of these five fighters, the Short Knife Commando will no longer exist.

Due to the terrifying combat effectiveness of the commando, the superiors decided to disband it - it was already felt that it was continuing to grow in an uncontrollable direction.

Nine team members, in the past five years, four have died and five have survived.

Their average age is only 23 years old.

The background of the photo is the army canteen, with a bright and wide and neat dining table, and comrades-in-arms wearing winter clothes without any logos who are blowing or hugging and crying with their necks raised. Five big-headed soldiers of almost the same height stood in a column, some rolled up their sleeves, some stood in a regular manner, and some struck a powerful posture, except for the one in the middle, who had a cigarette in his mouth, a slightly raised chin, and a full ruffian with his hands in his pockets.

He is Li Mai, and he is also a sloppy man who is not a ghost or a ghost at this moment.

This photo is the only thing Li Mai can bring out of the army.

Actually, he should have had a chance to explain - I had just lit a cigarette and looked up, and the photography officer of the Propaganda Section pressed the shutter, definitely not deliberately putting on that look.

No matter what, the last time the five of them got together, they were frozen in this moment.

Looking at the photo, Li Mai slowly closed his eyes, and his thoughts drifted back to that day......

On the school ground, there was a solemn atmosphere, and the cold wind blew, adding a bit of murderous aura.

Lined up at the bottom of the viewing platform was a group of soldiers dressed in their stripped ranks and marked winter uniforms, but this did not affect the absolute momentum contained in their bodies.

Major Generals, who were over half a hundred years old, slowly walked down the viewing platform and stood at the front of the procession, carefully looking at each face from left to right.

There are five faces in total.

"From today, you will leave the service sequence of the Chinese People's Liberation Army. ”

The Major General's voice was deep and deep.

"But!"

"The motherland and the people will never forget every drop of blood you have shed in the past five years!"

"You are the most powerful men! You will not be knocked down, including the society you are about to face!"

The Major General took a slow breath.

"I hope you will take off your military uniforms and don't take off your faith! Retire from active service, don't take off the red color!"

"You are the most elite soldiers of the Hunter Army, you have carried out ninety-two actual combat missions in the past five years, and your merits deserve the high respect of a veteran!"

The Major General took a step back and saluted!

Five soldiers, raising their hands vigorously, saluted the last one, towards the August 1st military flag!

One of the soldiers, with thick eyebrows and a handsome face, looked through the military flag as if he saw the woman who had been waiting for him for five years.

Li Mai silently said in his heart:

"Zhai Xiaoyu, I'm back. ”

And you, however, are gone.

Li Mai muttered to himself: "Old chief, I don't want to fall, but I can't ...... it."