Chapter 53 (VIP Unlocked Chapter 2)

  I have always been skeptical of those scenes in TV and movies where a group of commandos are surrounded, fight to the death, and then run out of ammo and food, only to have some general or leader shed tears but not send troops to rescue them.

  At least I know our army won't abandon its own soldiers.

  Not one is allowed!

  Those Eagle Unit brothers who retreated earlier than us, as soon as they heard we were surrounded, immediately went crazy on the pirated Black Hawk. Their boss grabbed the communication device and told the big shots at the base that he wanted to kill his way back and get us out, then the Aviation guys' pirated Black Hawk started slowing down speed intentionally or unintentionally, wandering around in the sky.

  The big shots at the base almost didn't discuss it and ordered the Eagle Team brothers to hurry back and get us out, especially the direct boss of the Eagle Team, who even added emphasis, saying "You bunch of bastards, play a beautiful game for me, rescue that bunch of bastards, you must rescue them!"

  There's another sentence, spoken through the individual communication channel - especially that little brat with the surname Kuang must be brought out! The Kuang family has already lost one son, this must be preserved at all costs!

  Six pirated Black Hawks plus the Eagle Team's guys came charging towards us, who were desperately clinging to the mountain peak.

  They arrived just in time.

  And when they came, they just happened to witness how we were able to repel the ninth wave of drug dealers with brute force. This made the old eagle team leader very angry and he scolded on the spot, saying "What the hell is this? Are these kids surrounded or are they planning a central breakthrough tactic?"

  We're the sharp knives after all!

  Directed explosive traps plus our precise shooting skills and a flick of the wrist, hand grenades can be thrown over 50 meters. Those drug dealers who only know how to rely on their numbers and blindly cause trouble will not be able to break through our defenses in a short period of time.

  But our ammunition consumption is quite serious. If the brothers of the Eagle Troop didn't come, we would have to engage in close combat with bayonets if we continued to hold on.

  I reckon it was just as we had just repelled the attack of those drug dealers, Lu Hang's buddies were itching for action. At that time, three pirated Black Hawks were flying around in the sky, firing wildly and causing the vegetation to fly everywhere, with red and white colors mixed in among the green.

  The other three pirated Black Hawks were very beautiful, one after another, the dragonfly water droplets fell on the old eagle team's brothers opened a small circle to defend and called us to rush up those pirated Black Hawks, and then ran away. By the way, the old eagle team's buddies also left several round little things on that small highland.

  So after we flew out for a short distance, the sky behind us suddenly turned red.

  Winning a complete victory!

  Apart from two brothers who got two bullet holes and a few scratches on their skin, the whole operation made those gold-starred leaders laugh like wildflowers in full bloom.

  The brothers naturally have to be rewarded for their merits and this treat of wine and banquet is also indispensable.

  But I just can't get excited about it.

  I'm still holding back that breath. I'm a person who is sometimes a bit narrow-minded. I was just infuriated by Jiang Kuan's son's shoulder.

  I want to join the party.

  I haven't even had a drink yet, I found Brother Kuangming and said, "Brother, I want to join the party. What should I do?"

  Kuang Ming's brother was just holding a piece of duck in his mouth at that time, and when he heard my words, the duck flew onto my forehead with a "poof" sound.

  Kang Ming brother just laughed and said you little guy how today thought of this thing, you usually seem to be in the political ideology learning aspect that ah, haha, right?

  Sweat was pouring down from my forehead at that time!

  I know that joining the party in the troops is still a bit of a story. To put it bluntly, there are people with impure motives for joining the party who would cut off their heads to join and then use their party membership as a shield to become even more arrogant and sycophantic.

  But what I think is not that when I join the party, next time when we are in a desperate situation, I can stand beside my brother Xiaoming and charge into battle together with my brothers. I don't want to be protected by others, that feeling makes me feel really uncomfortable all over!

  Looking at the expression on my face, it's probably quite characteristic. The smile on Brother Kuangming's face disappeared and he seriously told me: "Bald head, what do you think? I know that when I joined the party back then, I was on the front line. But what is a true party member? It wasn't until now that I slowly figured out the meaning. You should also carefully ponder it, write an application to join the party, and then every now and then write a report on your thoughts about joining the party. I will submit them for discussion by the party small group."

  Huh?

  What a hassle to join the party! I thought it was just my teacher who wore a red scarf and nodded, and then I could find an instructor to hum a few tunes and that would be it?

  It can only be post-processing anyway, I nodded vigorously in front of Brother Kuangming, but actually, I was thinking that I would catch Jiang Kuan's grandson and ask him to write these articles, he used to be a good kid and should be familiar with writing this kind of thing.

  I won't write it myself, can I always get someone else to do it for me?

  Then go back and drink!

  The big pot dish and the big bowl of wine, brothers have become familiar with each other through a month of getting along and that last action. They don't even need to worry about what they say anymore, all are straightforward men, so there's no pretending or putting on airs at all.

  No matter where you come from, no matter what your background is, no matter how high or low your military rank is, we only care about the bond of brotherhood that's worth risking our lives for. Cheers!

  Still have to mention my brother Battle, those guys are super awesome. Their heads were still wrapped in gauze and they had a big bowl in their hands, never empty. As soon as they saw me, they rushed over and said, "Brother, we agreed to drink well tonight! Come on, let's get started!"

  The wine in the military camp seems to be non-intoxicating?

  Anyway, that day everyone was drinking until the end, just a few people holding wine bowls chatting and talking nonsense, no one got drunk.

  I never understood what was going on. Especially after I retired, I got drunk a few times and cried thinking of my troops, my brothers, and how delicious the big pot dishes were and how the big bowl of wine didn't get me drunk.

  I think that when a person lives in a strong collective, not only does he himself become toughened, but also the sense of belonging and self-conscious restraint will keep his nerves always on high alert, so even if all the liquor in the world were to make me drunk, I wouldn't get intoxicated.

  There's another thing, I think the guys in the army are also emotionally fragile at times.

  The day the martial arts conference ended, everyone had to return to their respective troops. The brothers began exchanging souvenirs and gifts, and a few of them who were close had tears in their eyes.

  The fellow villager who sent me to the rescue station was a pack of Marlboro cigarettes and a handful of white sand tea leaves, which he handed over to me. Looking at the spider web-like wounds on my face scratched by branches, he said in a thick rural accent: "Little brother, be careful in the future, do things with your eyes open!"

  That older brother couldn't say anything more and his eyes got a bit moist.

  It's gotten to the point where I'm also feeling a bit...