Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 125: Fighting Spirit High, Man Conquers Nature

"Cooling-off period?"

"Yes, it's the cooling-off period."

"What exactly do you mean? I don't understand."

Looking at Zhao Pengfei who looked puzzled, Qin Feng explained seriously.

"Squad leader, I know you don't want to leave the army from the bottom of your heart. Even if you really can't be promoted, you still want to stay in the army and make a difference."

Zhao Pengfei didn't say anything because what Qin Feng said was the truth.

He dedicated his best youth to the army, and everything he learned was taught by the army.

For him, the best way out is to stay in the army and continue to develop.

Even if you cannot be promoted to an officer, you can still help the army train more outstanding soldiers.

Although he had won a second-class merit, the local government would give him priority in arranging a good job for him after he was demobilized.

But after leaving the army, he always felt that his life would never go on.

"But you also know that my current physical condition is no longer suitable for staying in the army, so I..."

"I didn't say I wouldn't let you go."

Qin Feng's words were like a spell interruption, leaving Zhao Pengfei at a loss as to what to do.

Do you want to persuade me or support me?

Why is it still a bit confusing?

Qin Feng looked at him and said, "Squad Leader, I've consulted a doctor. Motor nerve damage is indeed very difficult, but it's not completely unrecoverable."

"The doctor said that as long as you actively cooperate with treatment and do rehabilitation training, there is still a certain chance of recovery."

"If, I mean if..."

He said seriously, "If you submit your application for demobilization, and within two months of returning, you find that your health has naturally improved, you will definitely regret it."

"It's easy to take off a military uniform, but it's not so easy to put it back on."

Qin Feng's words made Zhao Pengfei silent.

He had never thought about this before.

Although his problem looks serious, his bones and ligaments are not injured, so he does not need a steel plate.

As for nerve problems, no one can predict them, and they may never be cured in your lifetime.

It is also possible that through certain rehabilitation treatments, the condition will gradually improve.

It's like buying a lottery ticket. No one knows whether they can win the prize.

Zhao Pengfei looked at Qin Feng hesitantly: "So what you mean is..."

Qin Feng looked at him seriously: "What I mean is, you can leave, but at least don't leave any regrets."

"Six months, just six months. If you can't recover, if you really can't adapt to the rhythm of the army."

"In other words, if you truly feel that you've brought shame upon the army and our Tiger Reconnaissance Company, it won't be too late to apply for demobilization then."

"By then, you will have no regrets in your heart, and I, the company commander, and your comrades in the Sixth Company will feel better too."

Zhao Pengfei didn't say anything, but he was struggling inside.

For those who love the army.

This military uniform seems to have grown on my body.

Military discipline and red faith have been integrated into the blood.

Asking him to take off this military uniform is like peeling off a layer of skin.

How many decades are there in life?

When you have been working hard for a goal for ten years, shedding blood and tears.

But in the end it was all in vain, how would it feel?

"Qin Feng, what you said makes sense, and I know you are doing this for my own good." Zhao Pengfei smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"But I still can't get over it myself."

"Some things should be cut off immediately. It's better to cut the Gordian knot."

"The longer I stay, the more reluctant I will be. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I understand..."

Qin Feng opened his mouth to take a breath, trying to make himself look as relaxed as possible.

But the throat seemed to be choked by something, and breathing became difficult.

He stood up, said to have a good rest, and then turned and walked out.

Qin Feng in the corridor was neither sad nor happy, and even said hello to the attending physician who was treating the squad leader.

But wait for the moment when the elevator door slowly closes.

He could no longer control his emotions.

He almost collapsed in the car and could only hold on to the handrails to keep himself standing as much as possible.

Before, he had only seen soldiers bid farewell on TV.

Now, Qin Feng finally understood what this feeling was.

I also understand why Wu Liuyi chose to demobilize after being injured in Soldiers Assault.

It is hard to believe that Gao Cheng, the captain of the seventh company and known as the Iron Tiger, would cry so painfully and sadly.

Because what you lost is not just a comrade who ate from the same pot and fought together with you.

He is also a good brother who you can trust with your back and with whom you have a life-and-death friendship.

Gathering is a mass of fire, scattered is a sky full of stars.

Our motherland is vast, and soldiers are always busy.

Now that Zhao Pengfei is gone, I don’t know when I will see him again.

In his previous life, he had seen the phrase "I miss my old squad leader" under many military bloggers' accounts.

At that time, he thought it was more of a joke.

But now he knows that this is not a joke, but the most real expression of emotion.

Some people have been retired for many years. If you ask them: If you could return to the army, would you like to go back?

He would say: I don’t want to, it’s too painful, just reminisce!

But if you tell him: your former squad leader often talked about you, saying that you were the best soldier he had ever led, and he was always proud of you.

I believe that most veterans will break down on the spot...

The ward was quiet, cold and deserted.

The air is still filled with the fragrance of orange peels.

Zhao Pengfei just sat on the hospital bed in a daze, his mind blank.

He picked up the remote control aimlessly and changed several channels.

Even he himself didn't notice that this time his finger movements suddenly became much more flexible than before.

Although it was still shaking violently, at least I didn't press the volume button by mistake.

"You're about to return to your hometown and won't wear your uniform anymore. If you have any requests, please tell me now."

"They always say we're defending the capital, but they've never seen what the capital looks like, like the Forbidden City, Wangfujing, hahaha, hahahaha..."

The TV series "Soldier Assault" is still being rebroadcast on a certain satellite TV station.

This episode happens to be the part where squad leader Shi Jin retires from the army.

As the pinnacle of military dramas in the hearts of countless people, he has watched this drama many times.

There are always open-air movies on weekdays, holidays, and Friday nights.

When Zhao Pengfei saw this passage again, his nose felt sore and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

As a burst of tragic music sounded, the car drove across Chang'an Avenue.

In the car, Shi Jin was biting the candy given by the company commander. His mouth felt sweet, but his heart was bitter.

She tried to hold herself together and force a smile, but ended up bursting into tears in Gao Cheng's arms.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Pengfei felt extremely uncomfortable.

He turned his back to the door, curled up, and licked his wounds silently like a lone wolf.

The tears wet the pillow, and he also saw the neatly placed, washed camouflage uniform next to it.

Zhao Pengfei reached out and touched it gently. The torn parts of the clothes had all been sewn up.

Every stitch is his medal of honor.

Suddenly, a small object rolled out of the pocket of his clothes.

That was the lighter Qin Feng gave him.

Although it looks fine, I don’t know if it can still be used after experiencing a heavy rain.

Zhao Pengfei tried seven or eight times in a row, but failed to light the fire.

Just when Zhao Pengfei was bitterly thinking that this lighter, like himself, had become useless waste.

A faint flame suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

This fire is like the light of hope in Zhao Pengfei's life.

It was reflected in his misty eyes, and burned brighter and brighter.

......

"How's it going? I've persuaded you. Did your squad leader agree to stay?"

Downstairs, Ge Zhiyong rushed to Qin Feng in a hurry.

She grabbed his shoulders with both hands and asked anxiously about the situation.

Qin Feng shook his head in frustration: "I tried to persuade him, but the squad leader still insisted on leaving."

"This son of a bitch, does he have to be so stubborn? No, I have to go up and slap him twice to wake him up!"

Ge Zhiyong wanted to go up bravely, but was stopped by Qin Feng.

"Forget it, Captain. It's useless for you to go. If the squad leader wants to leave, no one can stop him unless he thinks it through and is willing to stay."

"Let's go back first and let him calm down and have a good rest."

Ge Zhiyong looked up at the ward on the sixth floor of the inpatient department, his fists clenched tightly.

But in the end, he listened to Qin Feng's advice and turned to walk towards the car.

Qin Feng didn't say anything else and got into the car.

The car started and slowly drove out of the hospital gate.

And by the window on the sixth floor, a figure was silently watching them go away.

Until I could no longer see it, I reluctantly looked away.

Zhao Pengfei spread out his hands and looked at the four big words "High morale" on the lighter.

The high wall in my heart seemed to loosen a little.

Then he turned the lighter over.

There are actually four words on the back as well.

Man can conquer heaven!

Zhao Pengfei held the lighter tightly in his trembling right hand.

His eyes also became more determined at this moment...