Chapter 12 The Boundary between Life and Death (Part 2)

"Wipe the tears from your face!"

The suppressed low screams pierced Fengyinglou's eardrums fiercely. In his eyes blurred by tears, the figure who was as agile as a cheetah and could run at an astonishing speed on the soft sand was clearly the figure who was responsible for responding to them from afar.

After receiving the report from Chen Xingping, instructor Xue Ningbo came over alone.

"Fengyinglou, are you here?"

How could Xue Ningbo not see what the child in front of him was thinking, "If you cry because of this, then I can only say that you don't understand the meaning of the word 'professional soldier'!"

Long Jianhui died; Zhu Jianjun left the Fifth Special Forces and entered Russia as an individual, trying to recapture Zhan Xiage from the Chechen terrorists. Life or death was unpredictable; Jin Zexi left; Mo Tian could no longer support himself half a year ago

His body is so weak that he can only sit in a wheelchair. It seems that he will not have much time left...

At the Fifth Special Forces Elite Training School, several heavyweight instructors who were once very prosperous were dead, gone, and crippled. Now that Acting Principal Li Xiangshang is around, only the ones who can still be deployed are left.

Xue Ningbo is left alone!

Faced with this sudden and huge change, faced with the desolation of several principals in the school, not to mention Fengyinglou, Chen Xingxing, Li Fan, Dragon King, which one of them is not panic-stricken?

"It turns out that you, the students who have been training at the Fifth Special Forces Elite Training School for nine years, really don't understand!"

Xue Ningbo knew that these children could not be blamed. This was the first time they faced real death, and it was the first time they tasted the cruelty of war! She whispered: "Let me tell you, for professional soldiers,

To die gloriously on the battlefield is as natural and beautiful as a silkworm chrysalis transforming into a butterfly. Now that we have put on military uniforms and vowed to dedicate our lives to the cause of national defense, we are already prepared to face all this."

"Thousands of coffins come out of the door, and the family will be prosperous; if the son survives, the father dies first, and if the grandson survives, then the family will be mourned."

At this time, Xue Ningbo naturally quoted instructor Li Xiangshang's favorite saying. Her eyes slowly swept across the faces of every child present. Her eyes were like the full moon above her head.

Exudes silver brilliance.

"What's the big deal even if we, the instructors, are all wrapped in horse leather and die for the country? We have taught you everything we know, understand, and understand. I believe that in less than ten years, you children will grow up.

, take over the important tasks in our hands, become a new generation of heavyweight instructors, and continue to serve the Fifth Special Department

Team, train new outstanding soldiers. Generation after generation, we have talents from generation to generation. As long as our fighting spirit remains unquenched, our descendants will be endless. They will continue to move forward on the corpses of our predecessors.

Yongjin, who can break up our fifth special force, and who dares to underestimate our fifth special force?!"

Everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Xue Ningbo. They really didn't expect that this female instructor who had been pursuing the extreme of "Sports Assault Combat" all her life could see so far, have such a broad mind, and face death.

An almost untamed ease.

Until they experienced life and death, until they actually smelled the smoke of war, listened to instructor Xue Ningbo's whispers, and felt her sea-like deep affection and eager expectations for everyone and China's future, they had always felt that war was actually a reality.

Only the students of the Fifth Special Forces who were far away from me truly understood the true meaning of the two words "military soul"!

"Fengying Tower," Xue Ningbo whispered: "Follow me, we have lost Long Jianhui, Zhu Jianjun and Zhan Xiage's life and death are uncertain. For the sake of the fifth special force ten years later, we must not let you do this again.

students.”

Facing Xue Ningbo's sharp eyes with unconcealable tenderness and anxious eyes, looking at the hand she stretched out in front of him, Feng Yinglou really wanted to nod hard, really wanted to show his most obedient and gentle side to caress her.

He suppressed the sadness on Xue Ningbo's eyebrows, but at this moment, he bit his lip.

Growing up in a military family, he knew from an early age that soldiers must obey orders as their bounden duty. Feng Yinglou really didn't expect that today, at this time, facing the person he loved the most in his heart, he had already given her to her.

As the instructor of Big Sister, he shook his head.

"I can't leave!"

Fengyinglou did not avoid instructor Xue Ningbo's gaze. He raised his chin slightly and whispered: "Since the East Turkistan terrorists have declared war on us, this will be a protracted war with both sides fighting to the death. The art of war has it,

Know yourself and the enemy and you will be victorious in every battle. Isn't the death of instructor Long Jianhui the result of our mistakes in intelligence work and our excessive contempt for the enemy?"

"So I want to stay in Afghanistan. I want to see what extent these fanatics with firm religious beliefs can do in the face of an attack by the most powerful country in the world; I want to see what they can do when they are attacked by the most powerful country in the world."

When you are pushed to the limit and use all possible means, what methods and tricks are there? I need to see more clearly what methods can be used to peel off the layer of lies and all-out incitement and attachments on them.

Crazy faith to go up there!”

Seeing the big boy in front of him with grief and madness in his eyes, but with such a calm tone, Xue Ningbo was really stunned.

She has been with Fengyinglou for nine years. During these nine years, she watched Fengyinglou grow up day by day, peeling off the "sheepskin" that was forced on him due to family education, revealing the depth of his heart.

She knows better than anyone else the nature of a relationship. Once a person like Fengyinglou makes a decision, he must have no regrets and perseverance. Otherwise, it is impossible for him to survive the long and lonely life.

It’s really six years of nirvana and rebirth!

Fengyinglou not only wants to study the spiritual beliefs of terrorists, but as long as he finds an opportunity, he may even directly assassinate the world's number one terrorist who was behind the scenes and has an inescapable relationship with Long Jianhui who died in battle...!

In front of everyone, Fengyinglou bent his knees and knelt heavily in front of Xue Ningbo. He hissed: "Instructor, I know that it is the duty of soldiers to obey the orders of the public, and I also know that you are not willing to risk your own lives to enter."

Afghanistan cares about me and wants to help me, but...

If I really follow you today, I will never forgive myself for being a deserter, and I will never forgive myself for giving up the opportunity to avenge Brother Long Jianhui. Therefore, this time, please let me be willful.

, choose the path you want to take!"

"Instructor, I'm sorry!"

In front of everyone, Fengyinglou knocked his head heavily on the sand mixed with pebbles. He knocked so hard that everyone could clearly hear the sound of his forehead colliding with the sand.

, a dull sound. "I once promised you to seize the world's number one title in sports assault warfare. I have been working hard for this over the years, but...if I disappoint you, please don't blame me.

!”

Xue Ningbo's body trembled slightly involuntarily. The big boy kneeling in front of him was already determined to die!

"It was Instructor Mo Tian who brought me into the Fifth Special Forces, allowing me to come into contact with the sky that ordinary people cannot touch in their lifetime, and also made me understand the responsibilities and obligations of a soldier. In my eyes, he is mine

My friend is my big brother and my master. He has no blood source, but he is closer than the blood source. No matter what happens, he will always be with you.

I have never thought about giving up my father. Seeing him getting weaker and older day by day, I have always hoped to accompany him through the last part of his life as a friend, brother, apprentice, and son. If I can't

If he arrives, I hope, instructor, you can help me fulfill this wish so that he will not be alone when he leaves."

"Instructor, I'm begging you!"

"puff!"

Fengyinglou's head knocked heavily on the sand again.

"And my parents, if you have the opportunity to see them... please tell them not to be sad for me, they should be happy for my choice. Please tell them that Lou'er is here and bid them farewell first.

Got it!"

"puff!"

Feng Yinglou's forehead hit the sand hard for the third time, and almost at the same time, gorgeous blood flowers finally bloomed on his forehead. When he bent a knee that a man would rather break, when he faced

When he lowered the proudest head of a man, he had said his final goodbye to everything around him.

Xue Ningbo's body was trembling slightly. She knew that she had no way to take the child back. Because the person standing in front of her was no longer a student of the Fifth Special Forces, but a dead soldier.

!A soldier who has shed all his burdens and worries, driven by grief and hatred, will surely erupt into the craziest fighting flames in the land of Afghanistan!

Feng Yinglou stood up, walked up to Chen Xingxing, gritted his teeth and suddenly punched Chen Xingxing hard on the face.

Caught off guard, Chen Xinghe was hit by Fengyinglou's punch and took four or five steps back. However, he did not fight back. He just stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth and walked back to Fengyinglou.

"If you want to hit, hit hard..."

Before Chen Xingfeng finished speaking, Feng Yinglou had already forcefully hugged him into his arms, and such a deep voice, so unexpected and so leisurely, sounded in his ears, "Goodbye, friend.

"

Chen Xingping was also stunned.

Without being there, who can understand the meaning of Feng Yinglou’s punch, this hug, and these last four words of farewell?!

Six years of confrontation, six years of exclusion, six years of vindictiveness, what do they mean in the face of this kind of national war, this kind of revenge war?

After such a hug, the two of them were left with only...comrades-in-arms, compatriots, and friends!

After hugging everyone present, Fengyinglou took another deep look at Xue Ningbo. Xue Ningbo’s whole body was trembling, and crystal tears kept rolling in her eyes. Just because of her self-esteem as an instructor, she

She tried hard not to let these tears flow out. Under everyone's silent gaze, she slowly, slowly, slowly turned her body and turned her back to Fengying Tower to express her attitude.

He glanced at everyone again. Fengyinglou looked at them so slowly and carefully, as if he wanted to use this glance to carve all the sounds, faces, and smiles into the deepest part of his memory again until they become the eternity of history. Then

He turned around suddenly and strode towards the basic organization training camp without looking back.

Showering under the bright moonlight, the whole person seemed to be covered with a layer of silver Fengyinglou. At this time, he really looked like a white-clothed Shengxue, a god from ancient Greek mythology, carrying a cold wind.

With the rustling of the river and the coldness of the water, the hero's tragic feeling is gone and never returned. In the wild sound of the Trojan horn, he strides towards the craziest battle that he must face in his life.

I don’t know who took the lead, but all the students present turned towards the direction where Fengying Tower’s back disappeared, and earnestly paid their military salutes.

Although this behavior has no real meaning, it is the only thing they can do to Fengying Tower.

Two hours later, Xue Ningbo, who was hundreds of kilometers away from the terrorist training camp, directly contacted Li Xiangshang, who was thousands of miles away, via satellite phone.

After listening to Xue Ningbo's report, Li Xiangshang was silent for a long time, and then whispered: "This is a soldier's choice, let him make it."

By this time, Fengyinglou's fate of continuing to stay in Afghanistan was irreversible.

After interrupting the satellite communication, Li Xiangshang let out a long breath and looked at Mo Tian, ​​who had been sitting quietly in the wheelchair.

Mo Tian, ​​whose hair was half white and with a strong look of weakness on his face, was looking at the campus through the glass window of his office. In memory of the death of the second fang of the Fifth Special Forces, Mo Tian only raised three points to the flagpole.

In the second position, it was still fluttering in the wind, raising a national flag as bright as flames. Even if Li Xiangshang turned the satellite phone to amplification mode, he could clearly hear every word Xue Ningbo said, Mo.

Tian did not speak.

"Facing powerful enemies with no regrets, facing life and death with ease and ease." Li Xiangshang whispered: "Mo Tian, ​​you have really taught an enviable and good disciple."

"No!"

Mo Tian finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, "It is our fifth special force that has trained a good soldier."

At this point, a sickly blush suddenly appeared on Mo Tian's face. He coughed several times. Li Xiangshang walked over quickly and patted his back gently until Mo Tian finally regained his composure.

Li Xiangshang did not leave either. The two of them just looked at the flag flying in front of them on the campus. They and Fengying Tower were bathed in the same moonlight. In the long silence, they seemed to have become two buildings that have been built since Pangu.
Chapter completed!