Passing the Torch

(Yao Shao: I need to explain to the brothers supporting Yao Shao—my machine has a virus, and now it's completely messed up. The original documents are on the desktop, and I don't know if I'll have to wait for the computer-savvy brothers to come to help tonight. With no other choice, I had to go to the internet cafe and put together a chapter for everyone from the original version. I might not be able to update a second chapter today, so please forgive me, brothers. Thanks again to all the brothers who support Yaoshao! ）
Li Xiangshang is a professional soldier. Facing a group of children who are not yet adults, his speech was very brief: "I believe that those who stand before me are all rigorously selected. Whether in physical fitness, willpower, or intelligence, they are outstanding trainees. I hope you will study hard in this special elite school, achieve excellent results to repay your parents, and ultimately become qualified soldiers who serve the motherland!" The time is about right. If everyone has no issues, just say goodbye to your parents one last time and get ready to board! ”
"Report, I have a problem!"
Zhan Xiagege pointed directly at a chubby guy in the team, who was only 120 centimeters tall but looked to weigh at least 85 jin, and shouted, "I really want to know how this chubby comrade passed the physical fitness test!" What I want to know even more is why he can be called a discarded student? Whether it's physical strength, willpower, or intelligence, he is considered an outstanding student! ”
Everyone's eyes fell on the chubby boy. In fact, with his build, he stood out among a group of kids standing there with a row of javelins raised, making him stand out. Under the suspicious gaze of so many people, the supposedly strong-willed chubby boy pouted and his eyes reddened, about to cry in public. His father hurriedly stepped forward, hugged his precious son in his arms, and glared angrily at Zhanxiage.
"I can explain that!"
Yajie'er glared fiercely at Zhanxiage and said, "Student Qi Wenlong is going to enter the Special Elite School with you. But what's slightly different is that he passed the strictest assessment because he has a high IQ of 182. His greatest specialty is that he can mentally calculate any number within three places—addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division—faster than a calculator. Moreover, Qi Wenlong has an amazing memory—he can memorize one hundred English words in twenty minutes." It can memorize numbers up to thirty digits within thirty seconds. After entering school, the courses and content he studied were different from others', and after graduation, his job would also be different. ”
"So you're a national treasure-level sixth special forces seed player!"
Zhanxiage walked up to the chubby guy named Qi Wenlong, still using his left hand to salute the soldier, and said, "It seems that in just a few years, when I see you, I'll have to stand at attention and salute you, calling you Comrade Commander." ”
When bidding farewell to his father, Zhanxiage finally saluted with his right hand, "Goodbye, Comrade Major General!" ”
Zhan Xinghua wanted to hug his son, but his outstretched arms froze in midair. He watched Zhan Xiaoge walk onto the special elite training school's trainee shuttle without looking back, a complex expression flashing in his eyes. Yajie'er walked up to him and whispered, "As a specially recruited student, he has no mental preparation at all. Besides, at his age, he already has independent thoughts and willpower. We haven't communicated with him sufficiently, so it's normal to feel resistance now." Once he arrives at school, I'll find a way to guide him, so please rest assured! ”
Watching the special elite school's special vehicle slowly drive out of the provincial military district training ground, Zhan Xinghua took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "See off our soldiers, salute!" ”
With a "swish," more than a dozen equally determined and powerful right hands, as if rehearsed a thousand times, slashed fiercely at the side of his military cap.
"I want to thank everyone, thank you for raising outstanding daughters and sending them into the special elite training school!" Zhan Xinghua turned his head, looked around at the dozen or so people present, and said, "Our children might hate us. We didn't even give them a chance to choose, but we picked the most difficult path in life for them. Their futures are destined to be unrelated to happiness and ordinariness!" Joining such a unit means no promotion or wealth, let alone fame and success. What remains is one dangerous mission after another. But our motherland and our military need a group of soldiers who receive professional education from a young age! The facts have long proven that relying on militias to protect the country is just an unrealistic perfect theory. If our country wants to adhere to the strategic policy of peaceful rise, we need even more highly qualified elite professional soldiers who are absolutely loyal to the Party and the motherland, capable of accomplishing the toughest tasks! ”
"Some Western politicians have long made triumphant predictions, saying that our Chinese government will fall in the fourth generation, that is, our son's generation. This theory is very close to the Chinese saying 'wealth does not last beyond three generations.' Some enemies who have undermined the spirit of the Chinese nation still hide in the shadows, waiting for us to slowly wear down our fearless spirit, waiting for the economic wave to wear down our army's fighting spirit that never regrets defeating the strong. They expect us to start corrupting ourselves from within, they expect us Chinese to break free from external pressure and then fight internally again. They cling tightly to the philosophy that 'one Chinese person is a dragon, three Chinese people are a dragon,' waiting for the moment to overturn us! ”
"Yes, I must admit that with the surging wave of reform and opening up, our military has also been affected. The 'spiritual atomic bomb' we were proud of in our army's era is gone! Some factionalism was rampant in the troops, with mid- and lower-level officers calling each other brothers at drinking tables every day, forming a faction. In the eyes of many, being in the military is no longer a form of dedication or responsibility, but rather a stepping stone and weight to rise in rank and wealth, or to escape poverty. First joining the army, then becoming a squad leader, and finally going to a non-commissioned officer or military academy became a shortcut for the sons of high-ranking officials who had no academic achievements to open up their future careers. Getting into a military academy not only provides food and accommodation with allowances, but graduates also guarantee job assignments, which is another reason some students choose to become soldiers. Soldiers like him, when faced with large-scale war, inevitably pay a bloody price! ”
The playground was silent. Everyone was listening intently to the words of the major general before them. Zhan Xinghua only spoke a few words before expressing the feelings and worries of everyone present.
"During the Sino-Vietnamese War that broke out in the 1970s, our military began to reveal this problem. We confronted a country like Vietnam for a full ten years! Amid some unnecessary sacrifices, we can see that while our army's weapons are well equipped, our combat effectiveness has begun to decline. I believe that anyone with strategic vision will feel worried when faced with such an unavoidable issue! But...... Today, I suddenly felt relieved. I suddenly felt that the 'spiritual atomic bomb' that made the Chinese army dominate the world is still there! ”
Zhan Xinghua pointed in the direction where the car had long since disappeared, shouting with all his might, "Today we sent our own children into a furnace of iron blood. They may hate us in the future, but at least we have no regrets!" Because we are passing the soul of our Chinese military to the next generation! As long as we can pass on the spirit and spirit of the Chinese army, and the spirit and vitality of our dragon descendants, our Chinese nation will always stand proudly at the pinnacle of the world! We can hold our heads high and proudly tell everyone that our fourth generation will not perish, our fifth generation will not perish, and even if we reach the hundredth or thousandth generation, we will not perish!! ”
A storm of applause suddenly erupted. The dozen pairs of soldiers, though of different positions, responsibilities, and ages in the army, all shared a heart of loyalty and patriotism, and the hands of soldiers who could see China's distant future, with Zhan Xinghua at the core, tightly clasped.
They felt the mutual sense of self-doubt and self-respect that had long been woven into their blood, and the dignity and dignity that a soldier was most proud of. Each of their eyes lit up.
A senior colonel, also a father who had just sent his son on an iron-blooded journey, exclaimed, "I hope our next generation will one day understand the moving feeling of my blood ties and sharing life and death at this moment, and find true like-minded companions on their life journey!" ”
"Yes!" Zhan Xinghua said proudly, "They share a trait—it's something we fathers or mothers have passed down to them, and it's their living environment, passed down to them!" ”