Chapter 2: The Function of Tattoos

  I asked Lian Chang: Why do we still need tattoos? During the conscription physical examination, isn't it that even a scar on your hand can't pass?

  Lian Chang said: That's for identifying corpses after you're killed in battle, it's possible your faces will be blown off by bullets...

  "War, War, I don't know how you're doing now? I miss you so much, life here is even harder than in the mountains......" He extinguished his cigarette. Ye Yang Jian lay down again, his right hand stroking the tactical knife behind his head. His mouth murmured. Before long, he fell asleep again. In his dream, the moment of declaration kept echoing...

  "I am a soldier of the Chinese People's Liberation Army! I pledge: to obey the leadership of the Communist Party of China, to serve the people wholeheartedly, to obey orders, to strictly observe discipline, to fight bravely, not to fear sacrifice, to be loyal to my duty, to work hard, to intensify military training, to resolutely complete tasks, and in any situation, never betray the motherland, never abandon the army. I swear to defend the motherland with my life!"

  A red flag military vehicle slowly drove into a university in H city, quietly stirring up the fallen leaves on the ground, and stopped under the male dormitory building. A young soldier in his early twenties got out of the car, wearing a neat military uniform, with a slender and straight figure, and a faint smile on his face. This caused a group of passing female students to feel butterflies in their hearts.

  "...those soldiers look so cool~"

  "...is ~ is ~, more handsome than our military training instructor with a dark face..."

  "Xiaoli, you're interested, huh? Go ask for her phone number then!"

  "...I've taken a liking to him~ Hehe~"

  "Brother soldier ~ you're so handsome ~......"

  These girls walked around the sedan and scattered a burst of charming smiles.

  The soldier still had a faint smile on his face, as if he hadn't heard anything. He adjusted his uniform and opened the rear car door. A middle-aged military officer came out from inside, looking respectful...

  A middle-aged man, about 50 years old, with a hint of white hair at his temples, wearing a crisp military uniform, with golden epaulets on both shoulders. Although he has reached middle age and gained some weight, his face still exudes a fierce aura, his eyes are piercing, and between his eyebrows, there is a hint of a sharp and intimidating air, which is the unique mark of a soldier who has seen bloodshed.

  "Hey, look! Two bars and four stars. It's a senior colonel!" One of the students who was interested in military affairs immediately recognized the shiny epaulets.

  "...Big school? Is big school very big?" a little white asked

  "Of course it's big, if you go up further it's a general, isn't that big?" The military enthusiast disdainfully explained to the newbie.

  "...Then who is older, him or the mayor?" Little White continued to ask.

  "...Idiot! The troops and local (forces) are incomparable! All I can tell you is that once they reach that level, they're all very good, very powerful..."

  "Hey! Xiao Jian, it's your uncle. I'm downstairs at your dormitory building! Come down for a bit!" The middle-aged military officer stood under the boys' dormitory building and made a phone call before letting out a soft sigh. "Xiao Jian, ah Xiao Jian, hope you can cheer up!"

  One minute later, a boy with dark skin and long hair tied in a ponytail walked down from the third floor. His eyes were red and swollen, obviously not having rested well for a long time, but his eyes were cold and sharp like a dagger in autumn wind, staring straight ahead, with a pair of sword-like eyebrows.

  "Uncle..." Night Yang lowered his head and gave a soft and polite greeting.

  "The purpose of your visit here, I suppose you already know?" The middle-aged military officer asked with a slight nod.

  "Yes, Uncle! Dad has already talked to me about it on the phone. I know my recent state hasn't been good and I've made many mistakes, so I accept the family's arrangement." Yeyang had long known what this was about and had mentally prepared himself, answering truthfully.

  "Hey! You kid! Your uncle understands you, your grandmother just passed away, she raised you since you were little, I know this has a great impact on you. But you can't use it as an excuse for your downfall. For the sake of your grandmother, you should study even harder now, not spend all day drinking and fighting in school like you are now." The middle-aged military officer said, patting Yeyang Jian's shoulder.

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