Decisive Rules

(Yao Shao: First, I apologize to my friends. Due to some personal reasons and the country's restrictions on military literature, there were some major changes in the latter part of volume three. Everything was rushed, the revisions were rushed, and the manuscript was rushed. As a result, after chapter thirty, I was also dissatisfied. Please understand.) Now that I've reached Volume Four, I'm back on track—hope everyone understands.)
Two weeks later, Zhan Xiage was discharged from the hospital. When he boarded a special train, he didn't even look back. He had nothing more to say. While he was still recovering in the hospital, Zhan Xinghua had sent his assistant to the school to handle the withdrawal procedures. Only at the very end did he symbolically deliver an application form for admission to the special military academy to Zhanxiage, which was a formality of choosing independently. In fact, Zhan Xiagege was certain that if the application form could be signed by the parents, Zhan Xinghua would definitely not be polite.
"You just need to sign here. Oh, and here, you need to stamp your fingerprint—each of your ten fingers must be stamped."
Zhan Xinghua handed Zhan Xiaoge a box of ink paste and urged, "Hurry up, the person who will help you take a bareheaded photo is coming soon. You still need to tidy yourself up, and remember to make sure your hair is neatly combed!" Now, a new group of trainees has gathered at the Provincial Military District guesthouse, and the dedicated vehicle transporting them will depart in fourteen hours. ”
He spread his hand wide and slapped it hard onto the file paper. Looking at the bright red palm print left on it, Zhanxiage felt as if he had signed a contract of servitude. As for the contents of that slave visa, sorry, Zhan Xinghua didn't give him any time to read it carefully and handed it directly to Li Xiangshang and his group.
A red curtain hung on the wall of the ward, with two small spotlights set up. One possibly some civilian officer fiddled with the camera, gesturing at Zhanxiage: "Lower your left shoulder a little. Yes, puff out your chest and don't tilt your head. Look at my camera and smile." ”
Haha! Haha! Haha!
What a joke!
Zhan Xiage raised his lips sharply, and as the civilian officer's camera shutter flashed, he grinned. The so-called ugliest bareheaded photo in history was officially taken. The civilian officer connected the camera to a laptop, tinkered with it for less than two minutes, and with the soft hum of a tiny inkjet printer motor, the color bareheaded photo of the war hero song was officially produced.
It was 1996, computers weren't common, and schools had only a few black-and-white monitors or 486GB computers with 400MB hard drives, treating them like treasures. Zhanxia Ge, this country bumpkin, really had never seen a digital camera. Seeing the irresistible curiosity in Zhanxiage's eyes, the civilian officer cut out the photos with scissors, casually handed one to Zhanxiage, and smiled, "Young man, you're full of energy. Not bad!" ”
Zhan Xiaoge looked at his dignified appearance in the photo and nearly kicked the civilian officer to the ground. This bastard really had a unique aesthetic perspective. If he used this photo to post a marriage ad, Zhan Xiagege would probably stay old and unattractive without anyone daring to apply. Who would want to marry someone who looks like a complete idiot?!
That civilian officer, with an absolutely unconventional aesthetic perspective, pasted four one-inch photos, two two-inch photos, into the archives, sealed them in front of the war heroes, and stamped them with a "top secret" stamp. Zhanxiage's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his fists clenched so hard his knuckles cracked. Several times, he nearly jumped up in front of his father and snatched back that "top secret file" that concerned his lifelong matter, which he himself didn't know about.
The civilian soldier patted Zhanxiage on the shoulder and said, "Young man, congratulations on officially joining the fifth category special forces. You're the oldest cadet I've ever met!" ”
Zhanxiage gave the civilian soldier a sincere smile, his voice so dry that others couldn't even hear the pronunciation bytes, and said, "Thank you, thank you, I'm going to fuck your girl!" ”
The civilian officer perked up his ears, his eyes fixed on Zhanxiage's lips, and answered with a half-guessing guess, "No need to thank me. This is part of my job after all." ”
Zhanxiage nodded repeatedly: "Mm, don't be so polite with me. Mm, fuck your sister, fuck your sister!" ”
Yajie'er stood by the bedside, listening to the heroic song and the civilian soldier's polite "conversation." She bit her lip hard, her whole body trembling slightly, her expression strange and unusually exciting. In her clear, big eyes, a mischievous smile rippled like the first tide of ocean water, irresistibly rippling out.
The door to the hospital room was pushed open, and the combat hero, Lieutenant Colonel Li Xiangshang, strode in. After saluteing Zhan Xinghua, he said in a deep voice, "As a specially recruited student, Zhanxiage encountered an unexpected situation during the assessment due to time constraints. We have simplified many procedures, but I must speak with him privately. Please understand." ”
Zhan Xinghua nodded, returned the greeting to Li Xiangshang, and was the first to leave the hospital room. The civilian officer and Yajie'er followed behind him. As they closed the door to the ward, Yajie'er made a gesture to Zhan Xiage, saying, "Be careful yourself."
Li Xiangshang stood by Zhan Xiaoge's hospital bed, his voice dry and hoarse as he asked, "How are you? Are you feeling any better?" ”
"After walking a lap on the road to the underworld, luckily I had a clever idea. Before crossing the Naihe Bridge, I played a pee escape trick with Bullhead and Horse-Face. Believe it or not, those two guys must be standing beside me now, gritting their teeth, waving their iron chains, wishing they could beat me up and force me into the eighteenth level of hell!" Zhanxiage said sincerely, "You've been to the battlefield, fought so many battles, you must have lost quite a few lives, right?" Have you ever felt a chill on your neck at night when you're alone, as if someone is blowing air conditioning behind you? Here's a suggestion: cameras can capture ghostly shadows at night. Next time, prepare a camera. If you see someone hiding behind you in the air conditioner again, immediately raise your camera. But to be honest, I'm really worried. You kill countless people, kill without blinking. Once the photo is developed, you'll suddenly realize, wow...... His room was already full! ”
Li Xiangshang's eyes widened. Who would have thought that the passionate young man who could surpass his own limits and make him see him in a new light could be so smooth talker.
Li Xiangshang thought for a moment and cleverly chose to get straight to the point. "I can tell you the truth: the unit you're joining belongs to the fifth category special forces, which have the strongest combat capability and are also the strongest against the enemy. When carrying out military missions, the dangers are obvious—even during routine training, there is a risk of injury or even death." Our unit has attrition standards every year, month, and even week. From the very first day you officially join the Fifth Special Forces, you must be prepared to face death. So I must be sure, whether you voluntarily join the Fifth Special Forces, whether you are willing to give everything for the motherland, even your own life! ”
Zhanxiage rolled his eyes, even the archives had been sealed and stamped with the label of "Top Secret." Only then did Lieutenant Colonel Li Xiangshang come over and have a heart-to-heart talk with him. How is this any different from afterthought?
"That Fifth Special Forces will provide meals, right?"
"Mm!" Li Xiangshang's eyes widened again; he realized he really couldn't keep up with the leapfrog thinking of the war hero song.
"There's no need to pay to eat there, right?"
"Mm!"
"They even hand us out clothes for free there, right?"
"Mm!"
"Not only do they provide food, accommodation, clothes, toothpaste, toothbrushes, laundry detergent, quilts, and Liberation shoes, but it seems they also have to distribute them to us every month and on time...... Yes, it's allowances or pocket money, right? ”
"Mm!"
"That's settled!" Zhanxiage said lazily, "There's no such thing as a free lunch. We went to the Fifth Special Forces, just slacking off and getting pocket money for over ten years before we were released to bounce around a bit. What do we have to complain about?" Even those gangsters involved in the underworld know how to take money to ward off disasters. For us kept bastards, it's only right for us to risk our lives when the country needs it! ”
"Didn't you just say that joining the Fifth Special Forces is dangerous? But please keep your eyes wide open—where is it not dangerous now? You might get hit while walking, choke on water, eat to death, talk to anger, run to exhaustion, and even going out with a woman's most intimate relationship could mean catching AIDS, prostitutes, or syphilis—and be loved to death by women! Danger is everywhere. It's just going to the battlefield, isn't it bullets flying overhead? It's just suddenly finding a ball rolled at your feet, picking it up and looking—oh, it's the instructor's head! ”
Li Xiangshang was a hero, a true professional soldier. He was rigid and dogmatic, and his superiors certainly wouldn't joke with him in such a sly tone. His friends were all like flock to the woodcutters, and none of his subordinates dared to brash out. In his life, he had never heard such a "brilliant" speech.
Li Xiangshang thought for a long time before forcing out a word that could be considered a compliment: "Hmm, you, that guy, you can say you can take things lightly, a brave young man!" ”
Patting the shoulder of the war hero, Li Xiangshang left behind the words, "Recover well, work hard in the army," and the hero fled in panic.
This rigid and meticulous professional soldier actually overlooked one fact: the question he asked Zhanxiage was not seriously answered.
Watching Li Xiangshang leave the hospital room, Zhan Xiaoge's smile slowly hardened on his face. He whispered, "Let me tell you, I don't want to join the army, and I definitely don't want to join the Fifth Special Forces!" I truly hate the military profession, and I dislike being forced into a life I don't like! But do you really leave me a choice?! In your eyes, turning this defective item of mine into treasure is already a tremendous gift, isn't it?! ”