Chapter 33: Please Let Me Stand Neutral for You

Xie Yuran stood at General Zheng Xun's desk. The medals in his palm shone brilliantly under the light. He placed each medal on General Zheng Xun's desk, counting them one by one in a strange tone: "One, two, three......"
Staring at the six honorary medals neatly arranged before him, General Zheng Xun's mouth twitched uncontrollably. He carefully picked up the Silver Eagle Medal and the Earth Medal. Leaning against the desk lamp, he carefully examined the Earth Medal, which had been knocked off by a bullet but remained calm and hidden. He looked at the Silver Eagle Medal, which had once been worn by two members of China's Fifth Special Forces Force, whose left wing had now been sliced off by a sharp shrapnel, yet still proudly held its head high, displaying its lofty ambition.
That night, the school flag of the Fifth Special Forces was lowered to half-mast. Although no notification was received, all the instructors lowered their heads because they understood the fangs of the Fifth Special Forces...... Fallen.
The next morning, before seven o'clock, there was a gentle knock outside General Zheng Xun's door. The person outside received permission and, with a strange lightness, entered the principal's office and placed his Silver Eagle Medal, shoulder boards, and officer ID on his desk.
General Zheng Xun suddenly looked up, staring at the silent man before him and shouting, "Zhu Jianjun, what are you doing?" ”
"I know the war hero is in Russia. Our Fifth Special Forces are limited by the situation and can no longer provide any support, so I must personally go find him!"
"We've already lost one fang; we absolutely cannot lose a second." Recalling that big boy who fed sleeping pills to his precious pigeons just to get a good night's sleep, and who planted over two hundred mothballs around him, recalling how, during training, no matter how sweat poured down, he remained determined and persistent, repeatedly exhausted to the point of crawling back to the "dormitory" with both hands and feet, sleeping soundly while instinctively reaching out to flick the venomous snake nearly on his neck to the side. Zhu Jianjun's fossilized face showed a faint calm smile. He softly said, "And...... I like him! ”
Wearing casual clothes that can now only be described as antiques, and carrying a small backpack, Zhu Jianjun walked out of the Fifth Special Forces Elite Training School when he found Yajie'er. Her teacher-student romance with Zhanxiage, which violated military camp regulations, was now known throughout the school.
Zhu Jianjun stared at the woman before him, who had lost her luster and even lost hope for life after just over ten hours apart. In just a dozen hours, she had completely withered, because her sunshine and love had been destroyed by her own hands.
Zhu Jianjun carefully hid the care and pity in his eyes and said softly, "I'm leaving now." ”
"Oh," Yajie'er replied blankly, "Take care." ”
Zhu Jianjun said, "Starting today, I will be leaving the Fifth Special Forces." ”
"Hmm, are you going on another mission?"
She hadn't heard what she was saying at all. Now, she was like a puppet who turned a deaf ear and couldn't see anything. She just sat dazedly on the bed, clutching tightly the three letters written by the war chivalrous songs, now completely soaked with tears. Her eyes remained fixed on a small pot of wildflowers—the ones Zhanxiage had found in the desert. Who would have thought its vitality would be so tenacious? Yajie'er simply placed it in a vase with water, and a week later, she was amazed to find that the already withered wildflower was slowly spreading its body in her room, emitting a scent unique to the rugged desert?!
This wildflower can revive withered wood into spring. She had always carefully nurtured it, planning to treat it as a surprise to her beloved boy when Zhanxiage returned.
However, this wildflower was still radiant and exuded a faint fragrance. Where was the man she loved?!
"I am no longer an instructor of the Fifth Special Forces. The moment I step out of the elite training school, all my files will be destroyed, and I will no longer be a Chinese soldier!"
"Hmm, it's better not to be a soldier!" Yajie'er said blankly, "If you're not a soldier, you don't have to go to war, nor do you have to shout slogans about sacrificing your life for the country every day, and you don't need to suppress your passion and humanity to brandish a butcher's knife at a child!" ”
At this point, tears of sorrow burst forth wildly from Yajie'er's eyes—once as bright as stars in the dark night, now shrouded in gloom and despair. She twitched involuntarily, cried silently. That pitifulness, that sadness, that regret was enough to awaken the protective desire deep within any man in this world.
Suddenly, a pair of large hands tightly embraced her waist. Yajie'er's eyes widened. She hadn't figured out what had happened before she was embraced into a hard yet warm embrace. She wanted to struggle hard, but Zhu Jianjun's firm vow right beside her ear made tears flow even more wildly. "Yajie'er, listen up, I'll help you bring him back!" A man's dignity is on the line—I will deliver the war hero song to you in perfect form! ”
Song of the Battle Chivalry!
Those three words seemed to have a kind of magic, instantly waking Yajie'er awake!
"Yajie'er, tell me, do you believe my promise? Tell me, do you believe a man's oath to you?! ”
Yajie'er widened her eyes, staring in disbelief at the instructor Zhu Jianjun holding her tightly. Feeling the blood inside him, nearly boiling, and listening to his heartbeat growing stronger and stronger, like war drums, Yajie'er couldn't help but nod.
"So, on the day you see Zhanxiage again, be able to show him your most beautiful smile, so that that foolish kid can be instantly stunned by your stunning and completely pierce his heart. Please take care of yourself...... Okay?! ”
Yajie'er nodded repeatedly in a daze. She had to admit that she was captivated by a powerful, irresistible, scorching power. Moreover, she preferred to believe that the real man holding her tightly in her arms, if it weren't for meeting Instructor Long Jianhui from the same circle in the Fifth Special Forces, she would very well have become an outstanding soldier with fangs and could bring back the man she loved!
Yajie'er's burning tears soaked through Zhu Jianjun's already thin coat, and those warm, burning eyes made Zhu Jianjun almost cry out loud. He lowered his head and, using the same way his brother treated his sister, left a comforting kiss on Yajie'er's forehead. At that moment, even he didn't realize his voice was so hoarse that he hoarsely said, "I'm leaving!" Don't worry, the moment I find the Hero Song, unless the enemy steps over my corpse, no one can harm him anymore! ”
He reached out and pushed Yajie'er aside, then walked out of her dormitory without looking back. The dormitory door slammed shut with a bang.
Zhu Jianjun didn't dare look back, afraid that if he did, he would see Yajie'er's pitiful, tear-streaked beauty, and he wouldn't want to leave again. He also knew that even if he turned back, even if he was willing to stay, he wouldn't be able to help Yajie'er any further. This sense of insight and helplessness made this outstanding soldier of the Fifth Special Unit, second only to Fang, feel a heavy frustration in his chest.
He stood outside Yajie'er's dormitory, wanting to shout loudly, but his mouth was wide open and he couldn't get out loud. Finally, he slowly pulled out an unsigned love letter from his pocket, stood outside Yajie'er's dorm door, and slowly tore it up.