() Destiny is a thing that changes a lot. Sometimes, just like a loving father, it shows you its most beautiful side and makes you full of hope for the future, it may soon change to the face of a loan shark.

I will kick you into the eighteenth level of hell, and you will never be reincarnated.

We deeply felt the impermanence of fate on December 21, 083 in the Gregorian calendar.

That day we were taking Lieutenant Colonel Durov's concept class. A group of people were engrossed in it, staring at the metal shelf that seemed to be erased at any time like staring at a naked beauty. Suddenly, a fierce quarrel came from the door.

At first, I thought it was the furry bears causing trouble, but then I started to feel something was wrong - do furry bears know the national curse words such as "Mother poops"?

A moment later, General Gugueyev, whom he had never seen before since the beginning of the school year, appeared at the door of the classroom, signaled that the class was suspended, and then walked up to the podium in a leisurely manner. The general still looked like he was worried even if his whole family died.

The motionless coffin face, I don’t know why we all feel bad when we see this face again.

"Due to irresistible factors, we are unable to provide the corresponding training personnel quota according to the agreement, so the number of trainees in your department can only be reduced to 30 people."

The whole class was in an uproar, and Tieniu jumped up regardless of the difference in rank.

"But there are still thirty-nine of us here!"

"Then based on the results of the final exam this semester and the usual performance, we will kick out nine useless garbage. Of course, if any of you choose to quit, we are very welcome. This will also facilitate our work."

I never noticed that the old coffin board was also very sharp when he spoke.

"You are violating the agreement!"

Someone shouted, but the answer was just a contemptuous sneer.

The two chief officers stood nearby with an indignant look on their faces, but compared to the towering pyramid of the military, their status was so low that they were as low as ants to us, and could almost be ignored.

After the admiral finished speaking, he turned around and left just like at the beginning of school. Lieutenant Colonel Durov calmly stood back where he should be and started teaching again. Of course, no one wanted to listen.

Nine out of three, that’s more than a quarter of the death rate!

What is this, a breach of contract right after delivery?

Later we learned that things were not as simple as they seemed.

The relationship between the Republic and the Treaty can be said to be the most complicated and difficult thing to sort out in the entire new century. Institutionally speaking, both parties have the same origin. According to ordinary people's thinking, there should be an iron-clad relationship between generations, but the fact is not the case.

There have been mutual aids, we have fought no less than twenty wars, big and small, we have worked together several times, and we have fallen out several times. In short, the relations between countries throughout the old century have been like peak and valley electricity prices, which have been rising and falling until we entered the new century.

, the national territory and political power of both sides have been reorganized repeatedly, and this complex relationship has not changed.

The treaty side has been trying to win over the Republic, but every time it was rejected by the Republic on the grounds of strict neutrality. This made the entire treaty upper class very angry. However, the Republic was an important barrier and trading partner that blocked the Allied forces from landing in the southwest, and it retained

The existence of a certain degree of military strength is also of great benefit to the treaty.

Based on the above considerations, the attitude of the treaty towards the Republic of Korea is: technology and assistance can be provided, but it must be maintained on a safe balance line as much as possible. It is best to maintain a situation of not being full but not starving to death.

The Republic has been strongly accusing the Treaty of providing inferior products and shrunk technology, but this is actually not groundless.

We are also the victims of this strategy. It was true that the Bears promised to provide forty quotas at the beginning, but they soon regretted it. They felt that giving too much would increase the military strength of the Republic of China too quickly once they learned and returned to the country.

So we are in tragedy.

After class, everyone was still sitting there stiffly like an old monk in trance, like a pile of frozen corpses.

"Wow"

Daoding picked up his bag and stood up, which was particularly jarring in the dead silence of the classroom. For a moment, all our eyes were focused on this man of action.

"Would you like to eat?"

He said something as he passed by me.

"You can still eat it."

I didn’t know what expression to use to face this guy. To be honest, I was really depressed and wanted to vomit.

"Haven't you already decided what to do? It's just a matter of moving somewhere."

There was no expression on Road Stud's face, and he didn't even wait for my answer after he finished speaking. He just picked up his bag and left like a gust of wind.

It's so cool.

"It makes sense. Those who are capable can stay and further their studies. Those who are not capable can go back to practice for a few years and then do odd jobs for the country. Everyone will be dejected and helpless. Let's go!"

Probably because he felt that he had been humiliated by the boring gourd lesson of Daoding, Tieniu jumped up and shouted. Until the end of the entire hard-working student career, this big brother's appeal has been invincible. So everyone seemed to have emerged from hibernation.

The awakened zombie started up slowly and moved out slowly.

I just stretched and was about to evacuate when suddenly the PCP in my pocket beeped. I took it out and saw Bronya's number unexpectedly appearing on it, with only one sentence message: If you have time, please call me at the stairway on the fifth floor.

meet.

If I remember correctly, there was basically no one on the top floor during this time period.

It was a very ambiguous message, but I didn't have any romantic feelings at all, but after all, this Slavic girl had helped me many times, so it wouldn't be polite to refuse directly. I glanced secretly in the direction where the crowd was leaving, and confirmed

After the hunk who thought she was her chief boyfriend had already dined with the group, he replied with one word: Okay.

My plan in my mind was to make no more than five nonsense sentences. After asking the main points, I would say a few words of nonsense about how your mother is and how your father is, and then leave on the pretext of having something to do. I didn’t want to be chased by a macho man to the ends of the earth.

Bronya is still dressed in the same outfit, a gray uniform with a gray skirt, long military boots on her feet, her long brown hair is casually tied behind her back, and her childish face has no trace of cosmetics.

.It is said that her family background is very bad. Three generations of her ancestors belong to the standard proletariat. They can barely survive in Moscow, an international city, with a pitiful living expenses.

I think it's probably because of this that she sympathizes with poor people like us.

"Hi, what's up?"

I said hello, and Bronya, who seemed a little distracted, showed a startled expression. After a few seconds, she patted her plump chest.

"Huh, it's Chen Xiang, don't scare me."

Please, do you have fun like that? It was you who asked me to come.

"Well...I heard that Dean Gugeev announced a decision to..."

"We need to increase the number of people to thirty, that's right."

I was a little surprised. Less than half an hour had passed since the announcement, and this girl was quite well informed.

"No... Actually, the gossip has been spreading all the time, but your class is too closed-minded, so you haven't received it yet."

I let out a sigh in my heart, I am indeed a hard-working and disadvantaged group.

After Bronya finished speaking, she looked at me timidly with a hesitant expression, and I could see that she was slowly considering her words.

"Speaking of Chen Xiang, your selection score seems to be..."

"The thirty-ninth place is a little higher than the tail end of the crane. This can be considered part of the gossip."

I felt that my tone was obviously ridiculing. What I felt most uncomfortable with was that others had already figured out my old ways before the fight, but I didn't know anything about it.

Bronya lowered her head even lower, looking longingly at the tips of her boots.

"No, actually I want to ask...Chen Xiang, are you sure of winning?"

This question is really nonsense, I just shrugged and said I didn’t know.

"I don't know at all. Try your best. If you succeed, you will be rewarded. If you fail, you will go back to your hometown to work as a temporary worker. Is there anything else?"

"But I don't want you to go!"

Bronya seemed to have burst out with all her strength, and shouted at me as loudly as a girl could, her voice filling the entire corridor.

Huh?

Huh?

Huh huh huh?

Did she miss a word after you, or...is that the literal meaning?

"Bronya, where are you bitch? I just heard your voice. I'll hit you dozens of times. If you don't come out, you'll be in trouble!"

At this time, the familiar and disgusting roar of a Slavic woman, smelling of alcohol, came from downstairs. Bronya's face suddenly changed, and she looked at me uneasily and then looked downstairs.

.

"Go, be careful." I said.

Bronya nodded, ran past me like a gust of wind, and quickly disappeared around the corner. Soon the Slavic woman's yelling turned into a roar and a crackling sound. It seemed that this guy was also a man of many evil deeds.

Now, you don’t have to avoid people when you do bad things.

I suddenly wanted to go down and give this guy’s nose a good shape.

But there is one thing that needs to be resolved before that.

"Is that Miss Edith upstairs?"

The rooftop door that had been closed just now opened, and a sharp figure that seemed to be able to steal all attention appeared in my sight.

"Quick senses, Sergeant."

Edith said coldly. Fortunately, there was no malice often heard in her tone.

But what happened to the military rank that followed at the end?

"I'm sorry, we are still new recruits. According to the military rank, we should still be privates."

"The appointment letters were issued just an hour ago. All of you have been promoted to sergeants. There is nothing surprising. This is a common military rank among technical arms."
To be continued...