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In the year when an island in the Cimeri Sea sank, earthquakes, tsunamis, and volcanic eruptions were frequent all over the world. Many scholars then proposed the conjecture that "the earth's rotation slows down and the plate movement ushers in an active period", and speculated that similar disasters will continue in the future increase until the earth returns to a state of disorder and human civilization is destroyed.

It is not yet known when the earth intends to destroy human civilization, but as soon as the news spread, man-made wars began to be waged one after another overtly and secretly.In those years, almost all the dangerous passes had garrison forces that emerged as the times require, taking the initiative to undertake a mission similar to that of the regular army: preventing foreign enemies from invading and defending the homeland.

These garrison troops are under the jurisdiction of the military region they belong to, but they are not considered formal troops, and they are not well-armed. Most of them are composed of ordinary people near the pass, and they are funded by private forces, and professional teachers are hired to guide them in combat-related subjects.

Later, as if the earth took a nap and made a joke with human beings, the conjecture of the destruction of the world was falsified. With one eye, he turned over the page.

Because of the conflict with the authority of the regular army, blurred boundaries, and inconvenient management, the garrison was gradually disbanded after that special era, and only a few places with skills training remained and were closely related to the military region.

The Kutao Defense Army is one of them.With strategic financial support, it can recruit young people from all over the world regardless of cost, implement semi-military management, and at the same time teach cultural courses and cultivate various practical skills in a low-key manner, in case they are needed someday.

The "practical learning" here is really very pragmatic. Yan Mingxin took a quick look at the publicity booth and found that the subjects taught here are mostly ship maintenance, damage control and anti-sinking, sea fire protection, etc., continuing the traditional functions of the garrison and always ready Serve the fight.

It's a pity that it has nothing to do with flying.

He understands better than anyone else that perseverance, talent, and a platform are indispensable. With these skills popularization plans that weaken the boundaries between the military and the civilians... Originally, he thought that as long as others had a chance to stand out, he could do it too, but he Now I really can't figure out how to make a breakthrough based on this.

Cruelly speaking, if this continues, not to mention driving K-2020, you may not even be able to board the Kutao Ship.

Time passed day by day, and the rigorous housekeeping and physical training made a group of boys with lofty hearts go up and down.Even if Yan Ming is confidently prepared, frequent underwater training and long-distance running on the beach are enough for him to drink a pot.

When he was out of breath, he couldn't help feeling depressed: Where's Jun Yang?What is Jun Yang doing?

No one can do nothing for half a life and suddenly excel one day.But since Yan Mingxin came to the Kutao Defense Army, he has never heard of this name, and he has found no such person in his limited information.

The sea breeze in Shanhaiguan is extremely industrious, blowing it with moisture from dawn to dusk.The once brand-new list of recruits on the bulletin board has become mottled, and even though he almost poked a hole through the red paper, he still couldn't find the name that he had chewed to pieces.

One day on the way back to the dormitory, Yan Mingxin held half a cake in his mouth in bewilderment and couldn't help but look at the announcement again. He was caught by the passing leader on the spot: "Which class? Don't think that you are handsome and think about personality all day long. Let's go." What does it look like to eat on the road! The army is disorganized and punished for running 10 kilometers!"

"..." Yan Ming believed that Qi Tian was wronged.

In the regular army, under normal circumstances, all confidential or non-confidential army information cannot be easily revealed to others. If you want to "borrow" it for a look, it is a lawless idiotic dream. Once the action is revealed, it will definitely be recorded in the file. Return to the place of origin together with others.

Military academies such as Fengtian Military Academy strictly implement militarized management. Not only do they take strict precautions, but they also look for opportunities to teach everyone how to identify the enemy and strengthen defense after they take up posts in the future. The difficulty of breaking through is self-evident.

However, training centers, technical schools, etc., this kind of security work is just a little bit worse-after a month of frying and frying, the fat people lost weight, the skinny people became fat, the prickly ones wilted, and the kidney-deficiency stations The recruits, straightened up and repaired barely enough to look good, were transported to the Kutao Maritime Training Center for cultural lessons and practical learning.

After a week, the students of this period look forward to their first vacation.

Most of the instructors went home, the number of guards was reduced, and the patrols were loose. Obviously, these days are the "weakest link of defense" in the teaching building.No matter how far or near the students are, most of them are "returning to their roots" under the "pain and pain", and the few remaining occasionally come out to play basketball, avoiding the teaching building, and no one cares about entering or leaving.

In spring, everything revives, warblers fly and grass grows. Yan Mingxin looks up amidst the shade of branches and leaves. A row of windows on the south side of the teaching building are closed tightly.

There should be surveillance nearby, but he just wants to see the list of students, restore everything after leaving, and no one will make a special trip to look back boredly.

The Academic Affairs Office is on the third floor, and Yan Mingxin has already counted the windows.He stretched his muscles and bones twice, and climbed up the wall with his bare hands, sticking to the drainpipe and window sill on the first floor.

Before he could take out his tool to open the window, there was a muffled sound from the other side of the corner, and someone gasped in a low voice: "Hiss—uh..."

Yan Mingxin heard the sound, grabbed the water pipe and stretched his head towards the ground on the other side.The two looked at each other, both startled.

Jun Yang was wearing a short-sleeved training shirt, and his complexion was fairer than he had imagined. Because he had not yet undergone rigorous systematic training, his figure was still as thin as it appeared in adolescence.He has a straight nose, delicate eyebrows, and more than agility in his eyes. He is completely different from the frosty major eight years later.

The figure of No. 1151's brazen attack merged with the people in front of him, and it was mixed with the thoughts and outrageous ups and downs of these days into a pot of peace, boiling in the small corner of the Kutao Maritime Training Center.

"115...No, no, Jun..." Yan Mingxin blinked, not knowing what to call him for a while, his palms were sweating while holding the water pipe, and he hurried down from the wall.

"Pull me." Jun Yang sat on the ground and reached out to him.

"Okay." Yan Mingxin stepped forward to pull him up, supported him, and said with concern, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Jun Yang patted off the soil on his body in a leisurely manner, and the embarrassment when he landed was photographed without a trace, and then he took his focus away from him.

After tidying up, standing there, the small body still looks a bit human-like.

Yan Mingxin finally had the opportunity to take a closer look at this friend whom he entrusted with his life eight years later.Don't care about the past, don't know the future, he has a thousand words in his mind, at this moment, he just wants to slap Jun Yang on the shoulder first, and shout: That shot is accurate!Nice drive!

He was afraid that he might spit fire out of his mouth and scare others, so he squeezed his palms and asked softly, "What are you doing here?"

Jun Yang stared into his eyes, as if he wanted to take a good look at him too. After staring at him for a long time, he answered unhurriedly: "Get something."

Yan Mingxin asked curiously, "What?"

He thought about it, no—he could explain why he was on the wall, but what was this kid doing on the wall?

He suspected that he had heard it wrong, and he hesitated, and asked word by word: "From the window?"

"Yes, from the window." Jun Yang said frankly.

"..." Yan Mingxin was at a loss for words, and he couldn't speak seriously, so he had to ask, "It's convenient to ask, did you bring anything? Why didn't you go through the main entrance? Does the teacher know? Does the teacher know?"

Jun Yang seemed to think that this man laughed at fifty steps, and his righteousness was so absurd: "Didn't you climb down from the top? What are you doing?"

"You, you, leave me alone." Yan Mingxin didn't feel quite right. He used to think that Jun Yang should be like him and their countless outstanding comrades in arms. At this age, he would never dare to climb over the wall and enter the room, "Bring me to see."

Jun Yang tilted his head and asked, "What if I don't give it?"

"..." Yan Mingxin couldn't figure out the way in the Kutao garrison, he was still waiting for Jun Yang to lead the way, so he could do the same.

This matter can be big or small, and it must not be sloppy. In order to prevent this kid from making mistakes, he stepped closer, took Jun Yang's hand, twisted his arms around his waist, tied him up, and said with a serious expression: "Then I Take it yourself."

Presumably the garrison hadn't taught fighting at this time, so he captured people without any resistance.Jun Yang did not resist in vain, but questioned him without a gesture of protest: "Where should I touch my hand?"

Yan Ming confidently knew that he was meddling in his own business and giving pointers, his forehead tensed up like a lawsuit, he was interrupted by his words, he forgot where he touched just now, he turned around and fumbled in two pockets: "Where did you put it?"

"I won't tell you." Jun Yang showed no embarrassment, and simply leaned on him relaxedly, "You can touch it yourself."

There were more than a dozen pockets on and off the training clothes, and Yan Mingxin was sweating profusely after searching them against others. He was also worried that his name was not right, and he was in a hurry under internal and external torments. After searching for a long time, he finally took out a small medicine. bottle.

"Is it this?" Yan Mingxin asked, "Is it this?"

He belatedly recalled that above this position seemed to be the "infirmary" and "pharmacy".

The reason why there is no sense of existence is because compared with the military academy and the formal medical center of the base, the hut in the corner of these two seems to be the place where the kindergarten wipes the alcohol cotton when the children break their knees.

Yan Mingxin let go of the shackles, weighed it lightly, there were half a bottle of capsules in the bottle, and the sealing strip was not removed, so it should be new.He looked back in the dimming sky.

Yan Mingxin, who has always been strong and healthy, didn't even sneeze in the cold winter months. He knew very limited medicines, but the familiar small characters on the bottle aroused his memories many years ago - when he first entered the camp, there were comrades in the same period. I have taken this medicine before.

This is an inhibitor, which can control the degree of uptake of certain substances in the human body by synapses in the circulation according to the dosage. It is mainly used to improve sleep and relax the mood in the short term, and the effect varies from person to person.Of course, this drug also has side effects, but ordinary people would not take it as a meal, and the small dose is not a big problem, almost negligible.

However, when a fighter plane operates at a supersonic speed at an altitude of several thousand meters, the slightest difference in operation will lead to a huge loss of results. , The side effects of taking this drug may be magnified at high altitudes, leading to loss of consciousness or confusion of pilots at supersonic speeds, loss of muscle control, and extremely serious consequences.

The comrade-in-arms explained to the organization that the high-intensity anti-stress training was too exhausting. In order not to affect the training, he occasionally took a small amount of this medicine to help sleep, and he had stopped taking the medicine for several weeks during the physical examination.

The significance of anti-G training is to improve the pilot's own physiological adjustment ability. If the side effects of anti-G training are eliminated by using drugs, it is tantamount to being irresponsible to everyone.

In the end, the comrades-in-arms were transferred from the original team, and the hard training was wasted.Yan Mingxin always remembered the name of this medicine.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked.

Jun Yang straightened his clothes and said casually, "Isn't it just a sleeping pill?"

Yan Mingxin felt that his blood pressure instantly rose by at least 30 mm Hg, and he really wanted to give him a kick: "You don't know anything, and you dare to eat indiscriminately?"

However, since he came to the training center, the proportion of courses has increased, and the intensity of physical training has not been as good as before. All he can see are young men in their 20s who are alive and kicking, laughing and living happily.Could it be that Jun Yang has an itchy physique, and if the amount of training is reduced, he will suffer from insomnia?

Yan Mingxin couldn't help being puzzled: "Do you suffer from insomnia?"

Jun Yang's eyes wandered, prevaricating him: "It's just for fun."

Yan Mingxin took a deep breath: "Have you eaten?"

Jun Yang: "No."

"It's best that you haven't taken it." Yan Mingxin endured and endured, and finally he couldn't hold back, he raised his foot and kicked the brat, "Listen, this medicine is not something you can take casually. It is harmful to your body. There are side effects, which can be detected by physical examination. In the future... you can't eat it! It should be counted in the pharmacy. If you miss one or two pills, no one may count it, but you even took out the bottle, which is definitely not enough. Now , Do you put it back yourself, or should I put it back for you?"

Jun Yang rubbed his arms, and said seriously, "You hit so hard, I can't crawl."

Yan Mingxin: "...I'm sorry."

When he looked into Jun Yang's eyes, Jun Yang also looked at him complainingly.Those eyes made Yan Mingxin clearly feel that the bullying perpetrator is the poor weak person—everything here is not in line with his expectations, and as time goes by, he is gradually losing the possibility of setting things right.

The mixed disappointment, confusion, and inability to change the status quo made him unable to resist.

Others have taken the medicine "possibly" causing confusion. He has lost himself before taking the medicine, and he can't control his emotions. Wouldn't he be weaker?

Must have been blown unconscious by the sea breeze.

Sometimes he thinks, it's not that he went back in time, he returned to eight years ago, but he has already arrived in another world.

The gap between the thousands of threads should not be borne by this ignorant Jun Yang.

Yan Mingxin exhaled, and said again solemnly: "I'm sorry."

He stopped being aggressive, put the medicine bottle into his trouser pocket, took two steps back to run, jumped up, and climbed up to the narrow window sill on the second floor with the help of the metal buckle that fixed the drainpipe on the wall twice.Except for the slight friction between the cloth and the wall, everything was silent. He came and went freely like an old cat that had lived here for a long time.

The window was shuttered and unlocked, and there were even the marks of the unfortunate boy's shoe on the sill.

He ducked in, stretched out his head after a while, and asked, "How did you get it out?"

It is very difficult for human beings to be willing to state their behaviors beyond morality under questioning, especially when they are young and rebellious.

Jun Yang spread his hands: "I forgot."

"..." Yan Mingxin asked patiently and seriously, "Are you sure?"

Originally, he just climbed the next wall with bad motives but he hadn't had time to do anything, and there was no trace of him in the room. He had a chance to pick himself out, but now, there is enough evidence to prove that he knew.They are grasshoppers tied to a rope, and no one can escape.

I don't know if he thought of this layer at the same time, but Jun Yang shrugged his shoulders gloatingly, without comment.

Yan Mingxin's sense of guilt had to dissipate temporarily.

He suppressed his voice, to ensure that the other party could hear every word, he was slowly moved with emotion: "Brother, do you know what will happen to you when I go down later?"

Jun Yang seemed to be very interested, with an attitude of listening attentively.

The body of a young boy always recovers very quickly.Judging from his human-like standing posture, Yan Mingxin didn't really kick his ass hard, and the pain from falling just now has almost healed.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds in the evening breeze.

Perhaps the window sill on the second floor is too close to the ground, and it only takes a moment for the people above to get down.

Perhaps Yan Mingxin's quick kicks on the wall are enough to show that it is not wise to ask for trouble.

Or maybe the biological clock says it's time to eat.

For this age, eating is indeed a big event.

Jun Yang snorted lightly, and stopped the childish confrontation: "The key to the cabinet is in the drawer, and the key to the drawer is behind the door."