Looking at the five dragons on his back, Fu Ping'an broke down again. The five brothers were together forever, and on his back. From now on, he would carry his brothers on his back for the rest of his life.

There was a telephone on the bedside table. Fu Ping'an picked up and dialed the number at home. It was not dialed. This was a military phone call and it was physically isolated from the local communication network. It must be transferred through the switchboard. He studied it for a while and dialed the switchboard. A sweet female voice came: "Chief, good evening, this is the front desk. Where do you want?"

"Please pick me up a number." Fu Ping'an reported his phone number.

The front desk replied: "Sorry, the phone number in your room has not been opened for this service."

Fu Ping'an said: "Give it to me the No. 1 Station of Dongshan Governance District."

"Sorry, the phone number in your room cannot be dialed out, it can only be used for internal calls in the nursing home."

Fu Ping'an pulled the phone off the wall and fell down. He walked back and forth in the room, his breath getting heavier and heavier. He was very angry and nervous. The darkness outside made him feel fear and hostile. He wanted to hide himself and wait for an opportunity to destroy the enemy.

There was no weapon in the room. Fu Ping'an threw a teacup and took two sharp porcelain pieces out. This was a sanatorium at the foot of Yanshan Mountain. The climate was pleasant and the place was wide open. Two army soldiers with pistols followed Fu Ping'an from afar and did not disturb him.

The sanatorium was very big and allowed to move Fu Ping'an, but when he approached the wall, the two soldiers came over and saluted first, and politely reminded him: "Squad leader, it is forbidden to cross here."

These two soldiers were corporals and the other were high-ranking soldiers, but they both called themselves squad leader. Fu Ping'an thought of his military status and calmed down slightly. He hurried back and started vomiting when he returned to the room. After vomiting, he had diarrhea, vomiting and diarrhea, and was in pain.

The soldier on duty outside found something was wrong and opened the door and sent Fu Ping'an to the hospital for emergency treatment. The medical team of the sanatorium gave him an injection and it was effective. Then the doctor called the head in charge of Fu Ping'an and reported his discovery.

This patient has become addicted to anesthetics, and is believed to be caused by excessive injection of dullyte during the treatment of burns, and has serious psychological problems. The typical post-war psychological syndrome is a type of post-traumatic stress disorder, and the English abbreviation ptsd.

"Patients will have a major change in personality, emotional separation, insomnia, irritability, and escape from things that will cause traumatic memories. I suggest you don't continue to mention that experience," the doctor said.

...

The next day, in Building 5, Heping Community, Huaimen City, Fu Dongmei sat downstairs knitted sweaters for her son, Fan Dong sorted out the shelves, there were no customers in the morning, and even the card players had not even come. Suddenly the phone rang, and Fu Dongmei picked it up and said, "Who are you looking for?"

"Comrade Fu Dongmei? This is Beijing. I'll tell you if there is something to do. Comrade Fu Ping'an, who disappeared during emergency rescue and disaster relief in August, has a whereabouts."

Fu Dongmei's heart tightened and she had a whereabouts. Was it because her son's body finally found? She had been gnawed by fish and shrimps for so long, right? No, if the body was found, the other party should have a very painful tone, why is it so light and brisk?

Fan Dong turned his head and said, "What's the matter?"

Fu Dongmei waved her hand and signaled her husband not to interrupt, and she continued to listen to the other party.

"Comrade Fu Ping'an was rescued by a North Korean fishing boat. It took so long to contact us. You also know that the national conditions there are different...Long live your understanding, in short, it's good that people are fine... We can't meet for the time being, there is an important award ceremony..."

Fu Dongmei didn't understand the long list after that. Her mind was completely confused. She hung up the phone, hugged Fan Dong and cried, which scared Fan Dong. She hurriedly asked her what she was doing. She didn't say anything, but she just vented her emotions. After finally finishing crying, she said, "Ping An is still alive, and she must be full of all."

It was Fan Dong's turn to cry. The pain of losing his son was heartbroken. In order to get rid of the pain, they cleared away all the traces left by their eldest son. Now that people are back, and there is no one even hurt. There is nothing more surprising in the world than losing and resurrecting from the dead.

"When will my son come back?" Fan Dong asked.

"I didn't say the specifics, it seems that there is another ceremony." Fu Dongmei said that when they left the Dongshan Governor's garrison, they took away their son's first-class medal of merit. Just as Fan Dongsheng said, one life was exchanged for an iron sign, and now the medal can be thrown to Fan Dongsheng as a toy.

Fu Ping'an did have a grand ceremony to attend. The soldiers from the sanatorium helped him iron his military uniform and polish his shoes. The stubble on his face was shaved cleanly. Before leaving, the doctor gave him two injections to ensure that he would not lose control during the ceremony.

Fu Ping'an set out early in the morning and is now sitting in the VIP room of the Bayi Building on Chang'an Street. He sits upright and does not greet others.

When the time came, the concierge staff guided the awardees into the seat and reminded them to go on stage. The officers and soldiers below were neat and the atmosphere was solemn and warm. At 11:00 a.m., eighteen guards were entering the venue and stood on both sides with guns. The ceremony began. The audience sang the national anthem in unison. One vice chairman of the Military Commission read out the order to award honorary titles signed by the Chairman, and another deputy presided over the ceremony.

The first person to go on stage was Fu Ping'an. He heard the honorary title that he had, the island dragon!

Amid the loud military singing, Fu Ping'an walked to the front of the stage and asked the Chairman to wear a first-class hero and model medal, award a certificate, and take a group photo.

Fu Ping'an is the only individual honorary title winner at this award ceremony. Below is the award of collective honorary title. He is still on stage, representing the entire 9th Company of the Third Coast Defense Regiment of the Dongshan Garage District, and took over the honorary flag of the "Heroic Company of the Motherland Sea Frontier Guardian" from the Chairman.

When he accepted his honorary title, Fu Ping'an was still able to remain calm. When he took over the collective award flag, he felt that the heroic spirits of his four comrades were on the scene at this moment, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Next, the Chairman presented the award flag to the other two representatives who won the collective honorary title. After the ceremony, the Chairman and all the staff on the stage took a photo.

Fu Ping'an's mission to stay in Beijing was completed. He was hurrying to take the bus when he suddenly heard someone called him behind him. Looking back, he turned out to be an enemy, Arhat.

If it weren't for the Arhat, he wouldn't have been holding back his energy and always wanted to make contributions, and he wouldn't have killed his brothers. If it weren't for the Arhat and the others coming late, he wouldn't have caused such a big casualty. New and old hatreds surged in his heart, and Fu Ping'an almost took action, but the sedative he had given before had worked, and he restrained it.

"Our T-team is quite short of people now." Luo Han said, "Are the island dragons interested in joining?"

Fu Ping'an snorted coldly: "Is it worthy?"

This sentence is worthy of two meanings. One is that I can’t do it, I can’t be worthy of your awesome old t, and the other is that it is closer to what Fu Ping'an wants to express, that is, do you deserve it?

There were quite a few old T who came to participate in the ceremony, and a few more people stood beside the Arhat, as if they wanted to bully the less. Fu Ping'an was not afraid of them, and he was stroking around to what could be used as a guy.

But the old ts did not take action, and only heard the Luohan shouting softly: "Everyone has it, stand at attention and salute!"

The heels were gathered together, and the old men were arranged neatly as they hit their shoes.

"T troops saluted the heroic company of the coast guards of the motherland and the dragons of the island!"

With the order of the Arhat, a row of arms raised, and the battle-hardened special forces saluted the hero who had been alive.

Fu Ping'an turned his face away and pretended not to see it.

The arms were still lifting, and the Luohan said, "Fu Ping'an, I know you are angry. I wronged you in that matter. Looking back and find a place, I will let you beat me, use your fists and sticks, but you can't complain about T troops. Do you still remember the guy who beat you the most? He and a whole team of people fell on the way to reinforce 374, and they all survived. We tried our best."

Fu Ping'an turned around and slowly raised his arm to return the gift.

A team of soldiers and a soldier saluted each other at the entrance of the crowded auditorium.

As if they were in tune with each other, the old ts put down their arms in unison and turned to the right collectively. Before leaving, Luo Han said, "I will go and adjust your files."

The Arhat did have this idea. Soldiers who have experienced actual combat and performed extremely well must absorb them. They are special forces affiliated to the General Staff, with a broad mind and no matter what they cannot do, and in fact no one can block them, but this matter is really impossible.

Because Fu Ping'an's spirit and physical strength were destroyed by this battle, he is now a patient with Du Lengding, a post-war psychological syndrome patient. The large-scale tattoo behind him is not conducive to his hidden identity. He also has a certain diving and decompression syndrome, which can be said to be scarred.

This is what the doctor said to Luohan. He said that this soldier had died more than once. Do you want to send him to the battlefield again?

Luo Han was speechless. Fu Ping'an was indeed not suitable for the T-unit. Not to mention the special forces, even ordinary troops could not tolerate a patient who had emotional collapse and eruption at any time.

But this patient is a first-class hero and a winner of personal honorary titles. As long as he is unwilling to take off his military uniform, the army must support him.

...

In fact, Fu Ping'an had no obsession with joining the T-unit army. From the day he was beaten by the Arhat, he no longer yearned for this matter. After the ceremony, his mission was also over and he was about to return to the old army and the Dongshan Garage Area with honor.

When the ceremony was broadcast live on TV, all the troops of the Dongshan Garage District organized officers and soldiers to watch it. Fu Ping'an's old comrades, from Hu Dapeng to the cadres of the police, from the old squad leader He Changsheng to the waiter of the guesthouse, of course, Cheng Guocai and Gong Chen from the official squad, and Luo Jin and Liu Xiaona from the communications company, all saw Fu Ping'an's highlight moments on TV.
Chapter completed!