The old soldier never dies, he just fades away.

  Four hundred meters hurdle training field dusty.

  One after another, agile figures stepped briskly and jumped up and down among obstacles, raising sand dust.

  "This is crazy!"

  Watching those comrades on the court, Ye Ren and a few others were already dizzy from waiting for the match.

  These old soldiers are really something, they've cleared all obstacles with ease, it's like a walk in the park.

  Although it was initially required for all travel members to participate in the selection assessment, after a 20-kilometer sprint, basically most of them had already been eliminated. The remaining majority were old soldiers from combat units and particularly outstanding new recruits.

  After all, the combat unit is on the front line, with a relatively high level of combat readiness and a relatively young composition. Whether it's training level or physical fitness, they are better than the logistics troops like the cooking class.

  "It's nothing, just a small matter." Zhang Guanlin stood on one side, exercising his arms and legs, saying to the people sitting on the other side.

  "You're fine now, just like a monkey," said Shí Nán Fēng.

  "Hey guys! Hey guys! Are you taking a break here?" Yang Bo grabbed a few bottles of Jia Di Le and walked over from afar.

  "What brings you here?" Huang Junqi exclaimed, jumping up.

  "Can't I come?" Yang Bo said as he walked up.

  "You said you're a good player, but you got eliminated in the first round. What are you doing here?" Shi Nanfeng looked at Yang Bo with disdain.

  "Haha, I'm not capable of doing this, but aren't you guys here too? I'm here to be your cheerleader, look, I've brought energy!"

  Yang Bo handed out some of his Kit Kats to a few people.

  "Just in time, little brother is thirsty." Li Jiaye twisted open the cap and gulped down half a bottle.

  "Later when you want to go to the toilet, we can take a photo together."

  Several people teased Li Jia Ye.

  It was soon the turn of several people to take the stage, and with a gunshot, they rushed out.

  Zhang Guanlin had already planned out his running route in his mind and, being a good runner to begin with, he left several people far behind him.

  However, a few people are not vegetarians either, chasing each other all the way, and running is also very refreshing.

  Zhang Guanlin brought out a set of skills, whooshing and whooshing, his footsteps light as he stepped onto the soft bridge. With one step on the bridge, he charged forward a few steps, rolled on the ground, and passed over the first wooden beam. Following the momentum, he reached up with one hand and jumped, flipping himself up onto the high wooden beam.

  Taking advantage of his momentum from the jump, Zhang Guanlin rolled and jumped over the second set of high and low bars.

  The training ground became Zhang Guanlin's stage, and the other few people naturally did not show weakness, using all their strength to chase after him.

  Although the previous veterans' scores were already very good, they couldn't withstand Zhang Guanlin's natural and effortless performance.

  In the end, a few people still passed the assessment line, but Shí Nán Fēng just barely made it.

  So, the assessment will continue.

  This assessment is strict, the passing standard is much stricter than the passing standard in the outline of the training, all of which are arranged by Wang Weilong according to Wang Chaoyang's intention.

  It is necessary to select military personnel who are of high quality, can adapt to future warfare and win future wars.

  The assessment is also comprehensive, and all the content trained by Ye Ren has been moved to the assessment venue.

  Live firing, individual tactics, close-quarters combat indoors, wilderness survival... each assessment will unfold one by one.

  ……

  "Comrades! Comrades! Good news has arrived! Good news has arrived!"

  Yang Bo rushed in like a gust of wind from outside.

  "What's wrong?"

  Ye Ren and several others were sitting in the house brushing shoes.

  "What's wrong?"

  "This time we have finalized the list of people selected for our trip."

  "Oh? Who's there?"

  "Ye Ren, Shi Nanfeng, Huang Junji, Li Jiaye, Ren Liang, Zhang Guanlin are all here, and there are a few old soldiers, a total of eleven people. Ah, yes, and one more person, you all know him." Yang Bo deliberately kept the suspense going.

  "Whoa!" Shi Nanfeng raised his boot full of toothpaste foam, ready to fire at Yang Bo.

  "Go Sacred."

  "Is Ge Sanjie?" Ye Ren's toothbrush stopped abruptly in his hand.

  "Didn't he go raise pigs?" Huang Junji asked.

  "That's right, it's him, no namesake, no same surname."

  "Yeran, what do you think?" Li Jiaye said to Yeran.

  "He should have come anyway." Ye Ren put down the brush and put on the polished shoes. "Let's go, we still have things to do."

  "Where are you going?"

  Yang Bo saw Ye Ren say this, and the others started putting on their shoes, thinking they were going to take some big action, and naturally didn't want to fall behind, so he asked.

  "Junqu Hospital." Ye Ren picked up his coat and gun belt from the bed.

  "Go see the class leader? I'll go too!" Yang Bo heard it was going to the hospital and immediately decided to follow along.

  A group of people changed their clothes and then went out the door, heading straight to the military hospital.

  Leopard is lying on the bed and reading a newspaper.

  Ye Ren and the others walked in with fruit baskets when Lei Bao was slamming newspapers on the bedside table, huffing and puffing, saying: "What's going on, thinking we won't show our power just because we're not sick cats?"

  "Monitor, monitor."

  A few people walked into the house and put the fruit basket on the bedside table.

  "How did you get here?" Lei Bao said, "Is the assessment over?"

  "That's right, the assessment is over, today is Sunday, so let's take a look at you." Yang Bo said.

  "Class monitor, what's wrong just now? You're so angry." Ye Ren picked up the newspaper on his bedside table.

  "Look for yourselves, third edition."

  Ye Ren flipped to the third edition, and what first caught his attention was a color photograph showing a Japan Coast Guard patrol boat colliding with a fishing boat flying the Five-star Red Flag.

  Several others also gathered around to read the newspaper.

  The article roughly says that yesterday afternoon, in the exclusive economic zone of an island in the East China Sea of our country, the maritime security ship of J country's Maritime Security Agency illegally collided with and captured a fishing boat of our country which was carrying out normal fishing operations.

  "How shameless can you be?!"

  In fact, Country J has always believed that it has sovereignty over this small island, so there are often confrontations and clashes with our country's maritime police ships in this sea area, and even occasional collisions at sea.

  And this time, just as our maritime police ship had just left for patrol handover, they brazenly seized our fishing boat, which is obviously a provocation without any compromise.

  "Serves them right, they'll get what's coming to them eventually!"

  Shi Nanfeng clenched his fists and said.

  "Alright, never mind all that." Ye Ren put away the newspaper. "Class Monitor, your injury isn't serious, is it?"

  "Right, class monitor, how's your injury?" Li Jiaye walked over to take a look at the label on Lei Bao's IV bottle.

  "Nothing's wrong, the doctor said I'm recovering well and I'll be back with you guys soon."

  "Yes, class monitor, it's okay if those heartless ones leave, but you must come back and lead us."

  It was unclear when it started, but despite Lei Bao's consistently strict attitude towards them, the new recruits had begun to gradually admire this old soldier.

  This is also Leijia's personal leadership art.

  What impressed several people the most was Leijiao, who despite being hopeless to enter special forces and having poor physical condition, did not give up and ran desperately towards the finish line.

  After a few minutes of fussing around, several people were chased out by the nurse, saying that they couldn't disturb the class leader's rest.

  A few people had no choice but to bid farewell to their class monitor and leave.

  On Monday, several people will bid farewell to "Bayonet Hero Travel" and head to the "Shadow" Special Forces for further selection.

  But few people had thought that this farewell would become an eternal goodbye with their class monitor.

  In fact, this is not the second time that Leijiaohas fallen down, and the symptoms of the last time and now are the same - Achilles tendon rupture.

  The last time the leopard was in a battle, it ran desperately to cover its brother from being shot by the enemy's sniper, attracting the sniper's fire and creating an opportunity for its brother to counter-snipe.

  Although Feng Lei accurately found the sniper's exposed position and shot him dead with one bullet, he was still hit by a stray bullet from the enemy's sniper that ricocheted off a piece of shrapnel stuck in the ground and struck his right foot, severing his Achilles tendon.

  At that time, the conditions were limited and only conservative treatment could be done.

  The outcome of conservative treatment from a medical point of view is that the tendon does not heal and has a high re-rupture rate, which can be as high as 12.6%.

  And this time, it was because the previous recovery wasn't very good, so after overloading exercise, the tendon ruptured again.

  The occurrence of chronic Achilles tendon rupture basically let Leopard bid farewell to the army he loved all his life, although he recovered well after surgery.

  Because he can no longer withstand the normal intensity of training.

  But Lei Bao didn't tell Ye Ren and the others about this.

  The next afternoon after Ye Ren and others left, Zhan Chang and Zheng Wei arrived.

  "Lao Lei, why don't you just stay and do some light work instead?" the brigade leader advised.

  "That's right, you said you dedicated your whole life to the troops, with that little endurance of yours, how can you survive after leaving the troops?" The political commissar also advised.

  "Come on, Comrade Political Commissar, I'm a big man, can't even get a mouthful of rice to eat? Besides, when we retire, aren't there retirement benefits? Doing some small business, supporting my family is no problem." Lei Bao said with a smile.

  "What's wrong with you? Aren't you most fond of this military uniform? Can you really bear to take it off just like that?"

  "Long journey, political commissar, it's precisely because I love this military uniform that I must take off this military uniform. We are to defend our homes and country, we can't keep someone like me who can't run or jump. Since I couldn't give my best self to the army, let me leave with dignity." Lei Bao said seriously.

  "The political commissar wanted to say something more to retain him."

  "Never mind, let him go if he wants to." The brigade leader interrupted the political commissar's words.

  Upon hearing the captain's words, a smile actually appeared on Lei Bao's face once again.

  The commissar calmed down and pulled out a piece of paper from his bag - it was an order about Lei Bao's discharge.

  After reading out the order, the division commander and political commissar didn't say much and left directly.

  When the sound of Traveler Long and Commissar's footsteps could no longer be heard, Lei Bao slowly slipped under the quilt, covering his head with it.

  A muffled sobbing sound came from under the quilt.