If you're a man, then jump down for me!

  Here is the translation:

  When I was writing the above text, I often thought, why are men nowadays not like real men? In fact, I rarely reminisce about the past, but once I do, I am filled with emotion. Many things temporarily forgotten have a tragic element, that green and camouflage-colored period of my life is truly the most precious treasure. Serving in such a bird-like unit, under the command of those bird-like superiors, even being treated as a small bird person by them, what else can you regret? After all, you are a true man! I turn on the TV again, and the men on it, are they really men? What are they? But why can't we see the shadows of our bird-like comrades?! We were in that unit every day, later there were so many TV dramas and movies about special forces, but how come we never saw anyone coming to experience life?! Of course, maybe they didn't come to our unit, I don't know...

  But we really lived like birds!

  Those guys back then were real men!

  I am proud of those years, I have no regrets for my camouflage-colored special forces youth!

  Although I hated that dog-headed regiment so much at that time.

  But many things you don't appreciate until they're gone.

  The day after I was beaten by the Dog Head High School team, my whole body didn't have a place that wasn't sore, but I still had to insist on training because we didn't have the right to ask for sick leave. To this day, I still don't know if that Dog Head High School team intentionally drove me away. I said later and asked him what he didn't admit, maybe it was my mistake or misjudgment, or maybe he was too embarrassed, but that's not important, what's important is that I continued training the next day.

  The high school team didn't have any unexpected surprises, this guy has always been like a big tail wolf in front of his own troops, although I think he must have been surprised at the time.

  We continued to train, and I still suffered with my brothers. Every day there were new subjects, also old subjects, every day there was new suffering, also old suffering, but at that time I had already gotten used to it, because I knew that being a soldier meant suffering. Really, if you don't consider yourself a training machine, then you shouldn't come to be a special forces soldier. Special forces soldiers aren't stronger than others or supermen, no, they just suffer more than others.

  Every day, the dog-headed high school team is staring at me. From his face, I can tell whether the training officer's score for me is good or not, because he looks at me with an increasingly gloomy gaze. I know my score is not bad and has an upward trend, because the training officers are three people, each scoring points that average out to our basic score. The training officer's score needs to be added up and multiplied by some coefficient, which I don't know in the end, because I didn't do the training officer in the end either, as I wasn't an officer when I retired from the army, just a superior soldier, the only one among the dog-headed team members. So this score is still relatively fair. I know that apart from him, others are generally satisfied with my performance.

  We are like a spring every day, compressed to the extreme by fatigue and pain, after a night's rest, we jump up at 5 am and start another day, repeating this cycle. However, the resilience of this spring is absolutely getting stronger and stronger, I can feel it myself.

  My next encounter with Dog Head High School was bungee jumping. It was a small clash, but I still didn't lose.

  At that time, there were only a few places in the country where this sport was available, and our team had it from the very beginning. First, to practice courage and overcome fear psychology, second, for parachute training, wing parachute free fall opening parachute as a small cushion to let you experience it simply. Later, after I retired and went to some natural park to bungee jump, it cost 200 yuan per time, I looked at the height and didn't have much interest, my fellow farmer soldier brothers didn't know what to do, we jumped for 200 yuan each time, so calculated, over the years, our team spent tens of thousands of yuan on bungee jumping fees. This is a joke, but if you count in parachute, diving and other miscellaneous subjects, now these rich people's so-called adventure sports, are actually training for us. In fact, cultivating a special soldier requires a lot of human and material resources. Don't look at my farmer soldier brothers, they bungee jump well!

  It was about 50 meters away from the two cliffs, a abandoned highway bridge, probably also belonged to this tank regiment's special war preparedness highway in the past. Because I can calculate it from the load-bearing capacity of the bridge head, I said that I have already qualified as a reconnaissance soldier, although there is still some distance from the special forces. We followed behind those two little Wang Ba Ming camouflage jeeps, shouting slogans and running to the bridge head, Dog Head High School team let us do warm-up exercises, I thought it was just going to be a turnaround run on the bridge, didn't take it seriously.

  After a while, we were taken to the middle of the bridge and then found out that today's subject was bungee jumping, which is part of the special forces' courage training. At that time, I vaguely knew what bungee jumping was, but after listening to the Dog Head High School team's detailed introduction, we finally understood - it meant we had to jump from here! And with only one elastic cord tied to our legs! Although this elastic cord has excellent elasticity and load-bearing capacity, we still had to jump from here! We leaned over the railing and looked down, breaking out in a cold sweat.

  This time I really know what it means to be in a dark and windy place, the forest below is swaying back and forth with the branches shaking and leaves rustling, my goodness! My head started spinning, although I've climbed cliffs before, even 50-meter ones, but this isn't cliff jumping, there's an iron hook on my waist and a climbing rope hooked to it, so I'm not afraid.

  But this time I was scared. I sneaked a peek at those old slickers, their faces weren't much stronger than mine. The Dog Head High School team showed off again: "This is just 100 meters from the ground, what's the height of the special forces parachute initial round canopy goal?"

  A dog-headed officer followed closely behind: "1500 meters."

  The high school team looked at everyone and finally looked at me (I won't say he laughed, because he didn't admit it either): "You're not even brave enough to do this, do you still want to be special soldiers?"

  Still, the officer had a exemplary role to play. A young lieutenant with a rather pale face said: "I'll go first." He tied a rope around his leg and went out of the gate. We all watched him. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and kicked off like a torpedo!

  "I damn your grandma"

  We all heard his shout and then he disappeared, we rushed to the railing to look at him below, swaying slowly and stopping. Then he came up, his legs were still a bit soft, but he was standing, didn't say anything, just waved his hand and walked to the side to sit down against the railing, panting.

  Those two second lieutenants followed suit, and then it was the non-commissioned officers' turn. The most distinctive cry of childbirth was: "Ahh yah yah ah"

  It was me, with the safety harness tied to my leg, my lips were trembling and my heart was racing. Although I knew nothing would happen, I was still scared because I'm really afraid. I didn't want to hide my fear, but I knew my face had already turned white. I slowly climbed over the railing, and the driver looked at me: "Don't worry, it'll be over in an instant. Jump!"

  I took a deep breath, and looked down at the dark forest below. My mood was turbulent. I was still hesitating, trying to make up my mind. The Dog Head High School team didn't even glance at me, they were all staring into the distance: "If you're a man, then jump down for me!"

  Damn your high school team! I cursed in my heart, am I a man with you having any relationship?! I bit my lip, I clearly knew I was trembling.

  The high school team looked at me, not surprised at all, then looked at everyone: "Let's go, gather, we're going back."

  An officer came to help me into the pen. I suddenly pushed him away and jumped out:

  "High school team! I'm a man!"

  I closed my eyes and went down, holding my breath for a moment before my center of gravity suddenly shifted upwards. It's hard to find the right words to describe how I felt at that moment in retrospect, but it was as if I had dropped like a depth charge into the canyon.

  I thought I was going to die because I had a clear intuition that the ground was getting closer and closer to me.

  I know I'm going to die because I clearly hear the rustling sound of the dark forest getting closer and closer.

  Then I was suddenly pulled up! I was floating in the air, I forgot whether I shouted at that time but I should have been shouting constantly that I am a man! Then I was pulled up and stood on the bridge with soft legs, still not daring to believe that I had come up. I knew my face turned white and the blood didn't know where it went, breathing urgently.

  The high school team didn't say anything and turned around to leave. I looked at his back, also without saying a word.

  Just cursed in her heart:

  Damn high school team! I must tell you I'm a man!