Army stab

No matter how stupid the exam is, there will be an end, and everything will be fine after handing in the paper, just wait for the day when the score comes down, but the sharp blade is different. Know when it will come down.

Or this is an exam that will never end, an exam that will always exist on the battlefield, and the day when the results are released, or when you die for your country or when you take off this uniform, but these two results are very important to the current situation. For the soldiers, it is still far away, because they are still in dire straits.

Since the exam that day, they were often escorted by Guan Zhong to the weird exam rooms one after another during the training without rest, and they took many exams that made people want to scold their mothers. The eggs can't wait to tear up those torn papers and swallow them.

Fortunately, such days did not last too long. Four days later, Xiao Bai announced the end of the second stage of devil training, and the soldiers were escorted by Guan Zhong to another place.

It was a two-story building buried in the depths of the sharp blade base. The whole body was painted army green, tangled with countless ivy branches and vines, densely packed with dead vines in winter, and it looked a little weird.

There is a thick iron door at the entrance of the corridor on the first floor. The door is locked with a code. It is impossible to know what is inside. Roaring and rushing to the second floor.

There is a conference room at the end of the second floor. Guan Zhong asked these soldiers to line up at the door one by one. No one can speak and keep absolutely quiet. Then he began to call the number, and the person who called the number had to enter the door of the conference room. to go.

Ye Jue was the first to be called. He was holding the doorknob, and the cold iron felt firmly against his palm, as if some rusty smell would seep into people's blood along the touching place.

Ye Jue took a deep breath, stood up straight and walked in with his head up. The large conference room was empty, with a long table facing him, and four people were seated in turn from left to right—the first squadron leader. Hu Yijie, Fang Shi, the captain of the Second Squadron, Zhou Rong, the captain of the brigade, and a stranger who seemed to be the political commissar.

Ye Jue made a military salute and swallowed. This posture seems to be of high grade. What is this going to do? Is it a political trial?

"Student No. 38 Ye Jue, born on June 1989, 6, is 16 years old. He is a national defense student of S University. After graduation, he was assigned to the 22th Regiment of the Ace Division of the L Military Region. You got No.304 in the investigation subject in a divisional competition, but this happened when you joined the army for a month and a half, and I haven't seen you have won any awards since then, and since you have been in the sharp edge, your score is the highest among all the students. You still have fifteen points left, don’t you?” Zhou Rong flipped through the file with his right hand, raised his left hand and tapped on the table lightly, his back was straight, and it could be seen that years of military career had polished him The edges and corners are sharp but indomitable.

"Yes!" Ye Jue looked straight ahead, his straddling posture was impeccable, his voice was loud, and echoed several times in this empty conference room.

"Soldier, relax, don't be nervous, we are not in a political trial, we just want to get to know you," Zhou Rong smiled gently, but that kind of gentleness buried deep in the air of iron and blood killing, Ye Jue tried his best to calm himself down Breathing slowly, trying to relax the tense muscles, but the eyes still didn't miss the slightest bit, and the tightened pupils were like bullets.

"Why did you choose to be a special soldier?" Zhou Rong didn't give Ye Jue much time to adapt, and when he raised his eyes slightly, there was endless majesty.

Ye Jue was stunned for a moment. It can be said that this question was the one he least wanted to answer and the last thing he knew how to answer. If he asked why he wanted to be a national defense student, he could answer it, but he still didn’t know why he was a special soldier. Under Bai's approaching step by step, he seemed to understand what Xiao Bai showed him.

But, it is different after all, because it is what Xiao Bai forced himself to see, and what others see is not his own.

Seeing that Ye Jue had been silent for too long, political commissar Liu Xiangqian stood up and walked over, patted him on the shoulder and said gently, "Don't be nervous, think slowly, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"Report to the chief, I'm not afraid..." Ye Jue raised his eyes, before he finished speaking, the closed door of the meeting room was suddenly opened, and a person walked in almost silently, with very light steps, leading him outside Some of the cold air, so it has a taste of iron and blood.

Ye Jue turned his head and saw Xiao Bai looking at him, those black and white eyes were still so calm, there seemed to be something difficult to grasp hidden under his expression.

"Xiao Bai, why are you late?" Zhou Rong waved at him, Xiao Bai smiled and walked over, saying: "There was something blocking the way just now, I didn't expect you all to start the brigade, I'm really sorry."

"Come on, you, the emperor, have a lot of business," Hu Yijie couldn't help teasing him. These few jokes really blew away the tense atmosphere in the room. Ye Jue heaved a sigh of relief, seeing Xiao Bai's calm expression. Talking and laughing happily with the two squadron leaders next to him, his eyes occasionally glanced at him, and he was extremely contemptuous and indifferent.

Most of the time, those eyes are clearly looking at me, and then point to something that only its owner knows. This kind of feeling of being ignored is really uncomfortable, especially when the other party is a strong man like Xiao Bai .

Who has never been young and frivolous, who has never had the spirit of book business, and who has never had the blood and pride of wanting to point out the country and stimulate the writing.

So, at that specific moment, Ye Jue heard his own voice saying word by word: "I became a special soldier to defeat him!"

The voice was not loud, steady and powerful, and there was no tremor in the hand that pointed at Xiao Bai. Two clusters of flames were quietly burning in the bright black eyes, with the most moving youth and blood, because of the doping With strong emotions, those eyes are like a deep lake, which cannot be seen to the bottom but is extremely clear, and like the brightest star in the night sky, shining with an exciting light.

Half of Xiao Bai's body was tilted, his right arm rested on the back of the chair behind Hu Yijie, the corner of his mouth raised a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes, it was a serious inquiry, and solemn like an oath.

This time, Xiao Bai's eyes were fixed on Ye Jue, Ye Jue could feel the power of his eyes, he could peel people's skin and bones, chop them up bit by bit, and then see into the depths of the soul.

So, at that moment, Ye Jue suddenly had the urge to laugh, he wanted to laugh, he wanted to run, he wanted to scream up to the sky, he wanted to stand in front of that person and hold his face to look at him.

Xiao Bai, if this is a battle, I will risk my life to let you see all the hard work and dedication of Ye Jue.

This sentence once appeared in Ye Jue's mind. It is the same as no longer being deducted points or being looked down upon. It is the driving force for all his progress.

And after that, it will be a declaration of war, and also a promise, or the softest and toughest oath after all the pain, torture, and blood baptism.