Chapter 29

  Regarding death, any soldier who has experienced the baptism of war will have a special perception, especially special forces - accompanied by the god of death during missions, escaping death after completing tasks, and relying on life and death while waiting for tasks. The environment and every cell in the body are filled with the breath of the god of death, initially extremely fearful, but after a long time, from the tender period of special soldiers to the second stage - the king of the battlefield. The pain and psychological torture in between are not something that ordinary people can understand or imagine, all the thinking habits and consciousness formed in a civilized environment are overturned, including one's own words and deeds.

  Who in the country has ever seen a two-year-old child who is hungry and goes out to find food by himself, but is also brutally beaten? Who has seen an adult hold something tightly in his arms before he dies, waiting for his own children to come and eat this food stained with their father's blood? Most people on earth have never seen such a scene, and if you tell them about it, perhaps no one will believe it. But it did happen, in what is called advanced civilized human society. Of course, the most painful thing is to see comrades who are dependent on each other for survival slowly die in front of your own eyes. This feeling is like watching someone slowly drain the blood from your body, and you are powerless to stop it. Humans, no matter how strong they may be, must still bow their heads before the laws of nature.

  It wasn't until I faced death that I realized how many people in my life had slipped away without a word. At the time, I thought we would always be together, so I never said thank you. In this lifetime, cherish your relationships, cherish your friendships, and cherish the people around you. There are too many regrets and what-ifs in life, but there's no turning back.

  We all came back, why did you stand us up?

  Wang Hongtao's bed was neatly made, and his comrades wrapped his gun in the clothes he had worn before and placed it under the quilt. His helmet was properly placed at the head of the bed, and the quilt was covered, as if he had never left. The room was filled with cigarette smoke, and the comrades took out their precious cigarettes, lit them, and inserted them into the bed, where they floated upwards in a elegant, slender stream, like a green dress, accompanied by the thoughts of all the comrades, drifting to every corner of the space. After washing up, the comrades still couldn't hide the fatigue between their eyebrows, and they lined up one by one to come to Wang Hongtao's bed to pay their respects. When the whole room began to get dark, the comrades stood in line, raised their injured right hands, and gave a standard military salute.

  Don't laugh at me for being drunk and sleeping on the battlefield, since ancient times how many people have returned from battles?

  The most beautiful scenery in Zuo Ming's eyes is the clear starlight, quiet and mysterious. Under this fragmented starlight, there is a vast expanse of white snow, which can wash away people's complicated hearts. Zuo Ming lay down on his bed, ready to sleep soundly, but when he lay down, he suddenly saw a corner outside the window that made him feel delighted, so he raised his pillow and leaned against it with his arms, enthusiastically admiring the view. This is the happiest moment in his life. He fell asleep with the beautiful scenery, and the scenery entered his dreams. The next day, Zuo Ming happily accompanied his family, taking his girlfriend to play in the snow and enjoy the scenery. His mother's caress and his girlfriend's dependence made him feel extremely happy. With a pat on his body, he finally achieved his long-held wish, without the heavy bulletproof vest or rifle by his side. This night, Zuo Ming slept more sweetly than ever before.

  Bang! Bang! Zuo Ming discovered that his body had really disarmed and happily clapped a few more times, bang...bang... The series of claps became more forceful, suddenly, he realized that the clapping sound was not from his dream, but from himself in reality. He opened his eyes, adapted to the darkness, and found several people standing in front of his bed, waving their hands for him to get out. Zuo Ming felt suspicious, but still put on his clothes, picked up his gun, and followed the few people out the door. Under the moonlight, he saw that Wang Jianbin was leading the way, so he had a number in mind, and said in a low voice: "We're already out, whatever it is, we can talk about it here." Wang Jianbin didn't respond, didn't turn his head, and just waved his hand forward, indicating to continue walking. Zuo Ming trudged through the snow behind the three men at a steady pace until they reached the distant playground before stopping. The outside air was extremely dry and cold, Wang Jianbin turned around, exhaling white mist, and said: "Do you know why I called you out?"

  Zuo Ming was not afraid of their formation at all, but still sincerely said to him: As for Wang Hongtao's sacrifice, my heart is no less sad than yours, but who can...

  Shut up! Wang Jianbin cut him off in a rage, it's not your brother who made the sacrifice, you can say whatever you want, stop showing off here!

  This sentence was somewhat annoying to Zuo Ming, but he understood Wang Jianbin's feelings at this time, so he still said sincerely: Brother...

  Who are you to call yourself my brother! My brother wouldn't stab me in the back like that! You heartless, ruthless traitor, Wang Hongtao must have been blind to work with your SWAT team! Wang Jianbin's words became increasingly sharp, not giving Lei Ming any face at all.

  Wang Jianbin, Zuoming said calmly, I understand your current mood, and I don't blame you for scolding me like this. However, you must understand that Wang Hongtao's sacrifice was not because of me, and Salome didn't leave because of me either...

  With a swish, a dagger appeared in front of Zuo Ming's eyes, its blade gleaming with a cold white light in the moonlight: "Zuo Ming, don't spout nonsense here. If you hadn't stopped me back then, I would have already avenged Wang Hongtang. And you two, you've been helping that Salome speak all along!" Wang Jianbin's voice rose to almost a shout, his face twisted in anger: "What did our Marine Corps do to offend your Special Police? Why are you gloating and speaking ill of us when we've lost brothers?"

  Shut up! Zuo Ming could no longer hold back the fire in his heart. Wang Hongtao was also our comrade-in-arms, what reason do we have to stand by and gossip? On the battlefield, who can say for sure when they will die? Maybe the next one is you or me! I'm stopping you from killing Salome now, but think carefully about it, if you really kill him in a moment of impulse, what would be the consequences? A moment's pleasure must bring a lifetime of pain, don't you understand this?! He looked at Wang Jianbin and the dagger in front of him, without a hint of fear.

  Don't come here! Wang Jianbin angrily flipped the dagger in his hand: You let go of the murderer who killed my brother, I can only use your blood to sacrifice him, but don't worry, you are not the direct murderer, I won't kill you.

  Wang Jianbin, can't you be rational for once? I know you're feeling stifled right now, but don't take it out on me! We're all in the same boat, and infighting won't do anyone any good! Zuo Ming said calmly.

  Zhang Weize and Li Jinping saw that Wang Jianbin was really coming, so they hurried forward to persuade him: "Class leader, don't be angry, let's talk things over without using knives." As they spoke, they were about to grab the knife. Wang Jianbin glared at them with a fierce gaze: "Get out!" The two of them hesitated and withdrew their hands that had just touched the military dagger. Zhang Weize didn't give up and carefully said another sentence: "Class leader..." Wang Jianbin turned around like a madman, kicked Zhang Weize in the abdomen, and grabbed his collar: "Zhang Weize, do you also want to learn from those useless special police?" Zhang Weize shook his head while enduring the pain. Wang Jianbin pushed him away: "If you don't want to help, then stay far away! Get out!"

  Zuo Ming kept staring coldly until the knife was pointed at him again before saying: Are you done making a scene?

  Ptoo! The other party spat out a mouthful of saliva with force. If I don't let you shed some blood to mourn my brother today, you won't know what the Marine Corps is like!

  Wang Jianbin's words were full of hostility and contempt for the special police, and even though Zuo Ming had a good temper, he couldn't help but slowly pull out his gun from his waist and weigh it in his hand. The opponent didn't show any fear, instead, he looked straight into Zuo Ming's eyes and said: "I'm just saying that your special police are useless, you swarm up to deal with terrorists, relying on individual strength and guns! You guys dare to call yourselves a special forces unit?"

  Zuo Ming held the gun in one hand and took off his jacket with the other, throwing it to a distance. He walked over and placed the pistol on top of the jacket. Wang Jianbin saw this and opened his knife-holding hand, the handle dangling from his index finger, shaking slightly. With a sudden flick, the dagger flew out like a white dot, landing precisely beside the gun, splashing some snowflakes. Zhang Weize and Li Jinping couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief standing nearby.

  Our special police are not very capable, but they're not as understaffed as some other units that are hiding in their dens. Zuo Ming was furious, his voice heavy with anger. He's ready to have a falling out with the other side.