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Once upon a time, devotion was a praised spirit.

But now it has been reduced to being scolded as "stupid".

It may be difficult for people to achieve true selfless dedication in real society, but it does not prevent it from being sung in literary works.

It's like eating lobster every day and you're tired of it, but you always make porridge with sweet potatoes occasionally.

On the Internet, Shuangwen can be found everywhere.

To be cool, to be mentally high, it's too easy.

From the very beginning of this book, I have emphasized that it is not cool writing, but what I want to sing about is dedication and sacrifice.

Maybe I'm too stubborn.

I also know that online texts need to be interactive and follow the trend.

But that doesn't stop me from still being a fool.

I remembered back then, when I was still wearing the rank of private in front of the recruits, one day the platoon leader asked me and two other comrades to cut the company's turf.

At that time, there was no automation in cutting the turf, and the big scissors were used to cut the grass by hand. Anyone who has tried it knows that it is very tiring.

At that time, I was still quite slippery.

A fellow villager and I took advantage of the absence of the squad leader and the captain, and sneaked under the shady wall of the row house to be lazy, watching Lao Guo, a Shandong soldier, sweat profusely under the scorching sun.

My fellow and I thought we were very smart.

That's right, before I joined the army, like Zhuang Yan, I saw too many "smart" people in the market.

But I still didn't lie to the headmaster.

Over the years, I also forgot how the monitor punished me, but I still remember what he said——

Do you know why so few people from your country of origin are generals in the army? Because you are too "smart".

That's right.

We are indeed "too smart".

Just as everyone thinks that it took Zhuang Yan to be a soldier for a few years before he was able to do it, and he lost his life, so he should enjoy it!

In fact, the solemnity in the book is much luckier than many soldiers.

Many soldiers have been soldiers for many years and have all retired.

Many soldiers did not even have the opportunity to go to the military academy.

You all think big cities are good, you all think special forces are bulls, and you all think solemnity should go back to big cities, hold them in white, rich and beautiful, with careers on the left and beautiful women on the right. You all look down on those non-elite troops, and forget those ordinary people who are guarding and guarding the border. force.

With so many people, all of them smashed their heads to go to the special forces, who will guard the border? Who will be the little poplar?

If someone who has never been a soldier scolds me, I don't care.

I am saddened to see someone who has been a soldier spraying me.

Comrade-in-arms, have you forgotten our oath of enlistment?

You forgot how the troops taught us?

Some people say that it would be a waste to train such a special force and bring a Butei battalion!

This smart big brother, what do you think those "king of soldiers" characters are doing in the end?

Life has no ups and downs?

Are you all going well?

Wu Zhongliang, the former political commissar of the "Eagle" brigade, was a king of soldiers when he was in the army. Department.

Ordinarily, what a waste!

If it was those who sprayed me like this or that, they would have given up long ago, right?

Wu Zhongliang did not.

After that, he returned to the army and brought out a strong force, which won the first place in the competition and the international special forces competition.

Zhang Maochun, the creator of the fully armed five-kilometer record (17 minutes and 23 seconds), won the championship in various competitions (including the well-known Erner Assault International Scout Competition), and then taught a coastal defense brigade. team captain...

All of this does not prevent these people from shining in their new positions.

Now people can't stand a little grievance?

Some people say to give up books.

For paying readers, I bow and say sorry.

For those with internship titles and apprentice titles, I will send a mute package, as far as you can go! Qiguan, I don't eat this set of you! To get respect from me, you must respect me first!

I still can't forget that I was accompanied by Liu Honggui (actually a pseudonym, I will not announce my real name) in the General Hospital of the Military Region, and accompanied me, the old monitor who suffered from bone cancer, through the unforgettable time of that month.

Every day, he throws away his crutches, and with only one leg left, he jumps from the first floor of the inpatient department of the Military Region General Hospital to the eighth floor of the cardiothoracic surgery department-why live in the cardiothoracic surgery department? Because it has spread...

The army sent me, thinking that I was a backbone, a party member, and a veteran. I was afraid that people with advanced cancer would suffer too much pain, would jump off the building, and cause accidents.

But everyone was wrong.

My old monitor never cried out in pain, he was gnashing his teeth behind my back.

Outside the heart, there was a very young deputy chief doctor, who graduated from a medical university with a doctorate.

He told me that your comrade-in-arms is really amazing. He actually smiles all day long. He has spread very badly, and it is reasonable to say that it will be very painful. You tell him not to exercise too vigorously, and the spread will be faster.

Did I say you're not a doctor? You operate on him, cut off those tumors.

He looked at me like an alien and said, do you know what those tumors are like? You thought they were one by one, and they were attached to the bones in dense piles. How did you ask me to scrape them.

When I listened to it, my eyes turned red.

My poor old class leader!

In fact, he never graduated from Luyuan. After the annual competition in the school (which is held every year for new students), he already found out that he had bone cancer. At that time, as long as he could return to school within half a year, he would Retain your student status.

So he obeyed the doctor's words and chose a high-position amputation, and the entire right leg was gone...

However, the subsequent chemotherapy delayed his time, and he returned to school a year later. His student status was not retained and he returned to his original unit.

After returning to our brigade, it didn't take long for it to spread again...

My ill-fated old monitor!

Even in such a difficult time, I didn't see him cry, maybe there was, I just didn't let me see it.

I can keep Lin Qingying’s emotional line, and I can adapt to the online texts and make corresponding compromises for some of my own memories. This is respect for readers, and it is also a reflection of conforming to the trend of online text interaction.

However, the core and content of this book will not change.

The spirit of this book will not change.

Because there are some things I can't change.

Some people, some things~lightnovelpub.net~ I have to write them down and record them. I started preparing for this book more than ten years ago, and I have never finished writing it because I always feel that this subject matter may not have a market.

Now I can no longer hesitate, I am afraid that I will not write this book, and I will not have the opportunity or the courage to write it in the future.

Perhaps financially, the book was not a success.

But everyone has to do what they want to do and what they should do.

Every time I write a book, those people come to my mind vividly. I seem to hear Liu Honggui on the stairs of the inpatient department of the General Hospital of the Military Region, sweating profusely and jumping up with his one leg. Jumped, then looked back and saw me who had been following behind, smiled and said to me: "XX, don't worry about me, I won't kill myself!"

Then he turned his head and continued to jump up and down...

I think, that is a kind of perseverance, even in the last moment of life.

The above is what I have to say.

I'm done, you can drop the book.