Chapter 45: Forced Retirement of Flying Kites

  "What's to be done will have to be done, do you still remember the first time you led us in taking an oath?…… I am a soldier of the Chinese People's Liberation Army! I swear: to obey the leadership of the Communist Party of China, wholeheartedly serve the people, obey orders, strictly observe discipline, bravely fight, fear no sacrifice, be loyal to duty, work hard, bitterly practice combat skills, resolutely complete tasks, under any circumstances, never betray the motherland, never abandon the army. Defend the motherland with my life!…… This is our oath. Our most solemn oath, Company Commander!!!! Waaaah~~~~~~~!!!..." Night Yang Jian was in tears, and at this point he could no longer speak.

  "Are there any other requirements for the troops?" Jiang Hai held Ni Yang Jian's crying head in his arms and gently patted his back.

  "Let's take the knife away...! Please, we know it's against the rules! But! Commander! We're begging you, just as proof that we once existed..." Yasuaki cried, Jiang Hai holding him in his arms, Shi Yunbin and Tie Chui also gently patted his shoulder...

  "Alright... I agree, take your military swords with you, you will always be a part of 177, the Wolf Pack Squad of Class 10, forever our ace squad..." Jiang Hai's eyes also turned red.

  Half a month later... Inside the barracks of the 10th company of the 177th Special Operations Regiment A3.

  Ye Yang Jian sat on the bed, opened an envelope and took out a letter. After reading it, he passed it to the veterinarian, who also read it and sighed before passing it to the next person... The soldiers of the 10th class looked at it one by one in silence. Finally, it was returned to Ye Yang Jian's hands. He smiled slightly, carefully folded it, put it back in the envelope... took out a lighter. As the flame danced, he watched as the letter turned into ashes in the fleeting light, and silently closed his eyes.

  "Remember this well, it's our brother's last wish, he saved us with his own life! We will live on with him, live on well! A3 Special Troop 177 Task Force 10th Squad! Disbanded, Broken Wolf Pack, dismissed! Farewell, my brothers who shared life and death with me! I hope in my lifetime, there will be a day when we can meet again...” After finishing speaking, Yeyang Jian grabbed his wooden guitar and walked out the door without looking back...

  The warriors of the tenth class silently picked up their luggage and walked out of the barracks one by one. The veterinarian was the last to leave, carefully looking around at the place where they had lived for three whole years. He let out a sigh, closed the door behind him, and a light breeze blew away the ashes that had been scattered on the ground...

  Will! The guitarist's will, even the Yangtze River and the sea were left to them...

  "... Last words: What's that, who can tell me how Huang Jiaju died? Okay, you don't know either. Then I'll go ask him myself. I'm an orphan, no parents since childhood, only met brothers in the army who shared life and death with me. If I die in battle, my guitar goes to my good squad leader, big brother, Ye Yangjian. That's what I bought with money earned from selling scrap before joining the army. The guitar isn't great, but it means a lot to me. Other belongings, if brothers die with me, give them to their families. I'm alone, no parents, nothing to tie me down, if I can show respect to my brothers' parents after death, that's not a wasted life! Last wish... I mean hope... if possible, I'd like to pray to all the gods in heaven, if someone must die, I hope it's me! Not my brothers! Chinese People's Liberation Army A3 Special Forces 177 Special Operations Company soldier, Gao Ming! Signature. Code name: Guitar Hand"

  After getting off the train, Ye Yang Jian stood at the exit of H City Train Station, which was bustling with people... He was considering where to go.

  Just now on the train, his short hair and a deep scar on the left side of his face caught the attention of two patrolling train police officers. After carefully checking that there was no problem with his ticket, one of the train police officers suggested checking his luggage. Yè Yáng Jiàn reluctantly agreed, not wanting to cause any trouble.

  Ye Yang Jian was carrying two military backpacks, the train police officer opened the first one and dumped its contents onto a small folding table on the train seat. After rummaging through it for a while, they found only some daily necessities, no suspicious items were discovered. The scattered items were thrown around the seat area, making a mess everywhere. Long-distance train travel is already boring. It was late at night and outside the window was pitch black, nothing could be seen. Chinese people love to watch excitement, so when it was said that the police officer was going to inspect a suspicious passenger's backpack, immediately all the passengers in the carriage stood up to gather around and watch.

  "Look at that person, he seems very fierce!" said an elderly passenger.

  "...That guy's a fake bald head, maybe he just came out...". A middle-aged man dressed like a foreman.

  "...I heard that several prisoners from F City escaped recently, I hope it's not him. Let's be careful..." a university student-like man whispered to his girlfriend.

  "...it's like a real-life prison break, so cool! I want to take a video and show it to the people in our dorm when I get back, and then post it online..." The girls started chattering quietly, took out their phones, opened the camera function and began secretly filming.

  "...Hey, wife, give me the bag with money, I'll take good care of it tonight, this is for our kid's tuition..." a middle-aged man dressed as a migrant worker said to his wife who was watching the commotion.

  "...whose home is it, or are you clever? Humph, here you are..." The woman beside him, pretending to be annoyed and yet shyly, handed over the tightly wrapped cloth package in her hand to her husband...

  "...Just look at the scars on his face and you'll know he's not a good guy..." A slender, refined-looking man said to a beautiful, elegant woman standing next to him.

  "...that's called wildness, do you understand? That can drive women crazy, this kind of stylish man is not something you office workers with pale faces can compare to. I actually quite appreciate his style..." The petit bourgeois woman gave the petit bourgeois man a glance, and slowly said.

  The whole carriage was whispering to each other at this time...

  Ye Yang Jian looked at the scattered personal belongings that had been knocked off by the police, which were all over the place. He helplessly shook his head, got up from his seat, held an empty bag, and bent down to pick up the things that had fallen on the ground and under the seats...

  "Officer Li! Look! He's hiding a controlled knife!" A younger police officer standing on the side shouted at the middle-aged policeman who was about to open the second backpack, having seen Yasuhiro Kageyama bend down to pick something up and reveal a small cowhide military knife sheath from behind his waist.

  This has blown up. The whole carriage is excited, wow! "Police on the train bravely fighting against knife-wielding thugs", what a great scene, how did I just happen to be here? Those who should be scared are scared, those who should take sneak shots with their phones are taking sneak shots, those who should go to the bathroom are going to the bathroom, those who should pretend to be dead are pretending to be dead...

  "Halt, don't move! What's behind your back?" The middle-aged conductor also tensed up immediately, shouting loudly. He had been a conductor for many years and had seen all sorts of people, but someone who could so brazenly put a knife at their waist and bring it onto the train, while avoiding the metal detector at the station, was not usually someone to be trifled with. Either he was a big scoundrel or a great villain...

  The young intern conductor next to him was even more nervous, but also a bit excited. If it really was an escaped prisoner and he caught him, then getting a permanent position would be no problem. And in the future, picking up chicks on the train would be a great conversation starter...

  "It's a knife!" Yeto Kei also didn't evade, directly and straightforwardly telling Officer Li.

  "Look, I told you he's not a good person! He's got something with him..." said the middle-aged man dressed as a foreman to the person sitting across from him.

  "He's really a fugitive... Tsk, tsk, I told you so, wife. Luckily there are police around..." said the middle-aged man dressed as a laborer to his wife in a low voice.

  "Wow! ~Action shot~ Ah! I want to take a closer look! Going back to show our dormitory sisters..." The female college student excitedly said.

  "Xiao Li, don't be afraid, I'll protect you. With me here, no one can harm you." The male college student had a brave face, although his legs were shaking slightly as he sat in the chair.

  "Oh no! Run, Nana, that's a fugitive! Look, he even has a knife, hurry up and run! Call the police, quickly dial 110......" The small capitalist male shouted in terror.

  "Shut up! You're so gutsy, the police are right in front of you! I really look down on you little pretty boys, and you call yourself a man? Shut it, don't follow me again... just seeing you makes me sick..." The beautiful young woman said shamelessly.

  "Knife? You slowly turn around, take off your upper garment, don't get excited, carrying a controlled knife is no big deal, I've seen it before. Don't worry, as long as you don't make any sudden moves, at most it's just a fine...” Officer Li was indeed an old hand, with one hand secretly pressing down on his own gun, opening the holster. While speaking, he tried to calm down Ye Yangjian first.

  "I won't leave my back to someone with a gun." said Yagami Keiichi, shrugging his shoulders.

  "Well, then take off your clothes first, I want to see your hands." The young intern police officer listened and felt that Yeyang Jian didn't seem to be wrong either, so he compromised for the time being...

  Officer Li's forehead was sweating, and he silently cursed himself for being an idiot. However, it was okay, as long as Ye Yangjian took off his clothes, it would be easy to handle. Ye Yangjian was wearing a simple black T-shirt. When he takes off the T-shirt, there will definitely be a moment when his eyes are blocked, and Officer Li thought of taking advantage of this opportunity to subdue the knife-wielding thug...

  Ye Yang Jian nodded, his right hand drew out a double-edged tactical knife with a familiar motion, while his left hand grasped the collar of the T-shirt and sliced it open from top to bottom. His right hand made a beautiful knife flourish before accurately returning the knife to its sheath at his waist. With a slight tug, he ripped off the T-shirt and casually tossed it to the ground...

  Under this string of lightning-like movements, the passengers on the train exploded again...

  Officer Li's eyes widened in surprise, he hadn't expected Ye Yangjian to take off his shirt like that, which disrupted his arrest plan. Moreover, he was also shocked by Ye Yangjian's knife skills, the knife seemed to be an extension of his hand, moving freely... Then something even more shocking jumped out of his line of sight...

  Ye Yang Jian's upper body was a dark, wheat-colored complexion, formed by long-term exposure to the sun. His robust upper body and explosive, thick arms had a black wolf head tattoo on his left side. As Ye Yang Jian breathed, his muscles contracted slightly, making the black wolf head tattoo appear even more ferocious. On his right side were a series of numbers and barcodes, similar to those used in supermarkets to scan prices. What was shocking was not these tattoos, but rather the scars from gunshot wounds and shrapnel on Ye Yang Jian's body. The numerous small cuts and stab wounds added up to an unknown total. These scars crisscrossed each other, complementing the wolf head tattoo on his left arm, making it appear even more terrifying...