Chapter One: Men, Battle

(Demon: Haha, wishing everyone a happy National Day and good luck.) Monsters have to celebrate holidays too, so the update speed isn't as fast as luck has exploded, but still, please vote for Little Demon—he'll remember! Please cast your valuable recommendation votes, hehe, trust me, your luck will be a disaster or something.)
Zhanxiage was born on May 5, 1978. His biggest childhood memory is the ginseng royal jelly he drank every day starting at age four. That stuff tasted really good, with a hint of bitterness similar to traditional Chinese medicine in the sweetness of royal jelly. The tonics of that era were much better than today—completely free of adulteration and never falsely claiming effects. If it was called ginseng, it was premium ginseng; if it was royal jelly, it would never be mixed with sugar and water to get by.
A box of ginseng and royal jelly costs twelve tubes for ten yuan. Drinking one tube a day is enough to equal more than half a month's salary for an average salaried worker. Most people simply can't afford such an overly luxurious nutritional supplement. Even now, Zhanxiage believes that the reason he has a stronger physique than his peers is largely thanks to the ginseng bee queen he drinks every day. In the early 1980s, traces of the planned economy of the 1970s could still be seen. Ginseng and royal jelly were not things money could buy; even for meals, urban residents had to buy rations from grain stations according to household registration books, which were divided into fine grains and coarse grains. Even the white flour in fine grains is divided into 75% and 85% flour.
When buying some groceries at the store, besides having money in your pocket, you also need ration coupons. As a child, Zhan Xiage's favorite thing to do was to trade his own family's steamed buns with neighbors' children for cornmeal and cornbread.
By the time he was five, after drinking that sweet royal jelly every day, Zhanxiage should put on his beloved white sneakers, satchel his legs, and go out to practice long-distance running.
The Song of the Battle Hero will never forget that one winter morning that year.
He was only five and a half years old then. When he opened the door, the sky and earth were still a bleak mix of black and white. The howling north wind, mixed with snowflakes the size of goose feathers, crashed down fiercely, instantly draining most of his body heat. Anyone facing this would shiver as if electrified. The sound of teeth clashing sounded like a handful of corn kernels spilled on a marble floor—hard and cold.
Zhan Xiage shrank back into the warm room. He looked at Zhan Xinghua, whose face was expressionless, and cautiously said, "Dad, it's snowing outside." ”
"I know you're cold, I know it's dark outside, you're a bit scared, but you absolutely can't turn back!" You have to run hard until your whole body feels hot, you have to shout with all your might, and in the end, you'll realize that none of this is scary after all! ”
"As a man, the only way to face your enemy is to face him!" At least this way, you can still raise your hands and fight him. If you choose to turn and flee, facing the enemy with your back, you won't even have a chance to fight! ”
Zhan Xinghua pointed outside the door and shouted sternly, "The wind is your enemy, the snow is your enemy, and cowardice is even more your enemy!" Get out, complete your training, and take back the victory in this battle! ”
Why do men have to fight?
Why does the man have to practice long-distance running alone around the entire military compound at six in the morning?
The war hero song really doesn't get it!
He sneaked a glance at the pitch-black kitchen, where inside was a rolling pin made of jujube wood, as thick as an egg. Whether in the army or at home, his father's orders were orders—if they were given, they had to be carried out. Otherwise, the thick, heavy rolling pin would fall on him without mercy. In the end, he had to obediently carry out the orders!
Gritting his teeth, Zhan Xiage walked out of the house again. Before the heavy front door closed, he heard his mother's panicked call: "Zhan Xinghua, are you crazy?" Do you know what the temperature is today? Minus twenty-five degrees! Do you want to train your own son, or do you want to kill your own son?! ”
"I, Zhan Xinghua, have been a soldier all my life. My son will become the best soldier in the world in the future!" Zhan Xinghua said sternly, "He is my son. From the moment he was born, he had a mission he had to bear!" Some people abroad have long arrogantly asserted that our Chinese government will be destroyed by the fourth generation. Why? Isn't it because we fathers have relaxed their education for the next generation, turning our children into second-generation rich kids who only know how to eat, drink, and have fun?! ”
It's really freezing!
The north wind was like a blade, snow flying like arrows. Tears of grievance kept streaming from Zhanxiage's eyes, large drops sliding down his cheeks, finally landing on his thin coat, quickly freezing into a hard patch. He had to put his hands under his armpits so his fingers wouldn't hurt so much. What terrified him most was that, looking out, the entire military compound was shrouded in darkness and silence. There wasn't a single pedestrian on the street, and apart from his own home, not a single house had its lights on.
He ran alone through the snow, snowflakes swirling and swirling in the air. Although the streetlights still shone, in a world where the north wind howled and snow filled the sky, their light seemed so weak, covering only a narrow area. At the only window with the light on, the Song of the Hero could faintly be seen...... Mom's face!
Tears, sweat, and snot covered Zhan Xiaoge's entire face. He grabbed a handful of snow from the roadside and wiped it his face. The cold sensation was tinged with a slight stinging warmth. Zhan Xiaoge opened his palm, revealing a patch of white mixed with vivid red. At the center of this red was a nail that someone had left by the roadside!
"Awooo......"
In the darkness, from a snow-covered corner in the entire military district, a rough and violent howl suddenly rang out, both immature and full of violent intent.
From that day on, the war hero song began to dislike soldiers!