Coca-Cola dedicates this book to all the People's Liberation Army, the three armed forces, the Armed Police Force, and veterans. I wish you a happy reading... and pay tribute to you.
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"Broken Ring Wolves" Volume 1: The Glory of the Republic!
"Our suicide note!
I only hope that my motherland can love us as much as we love her! Although we have been abandoned...but! As long as the motherland is in need! As long as the motherland is calling! We are still willing to die generously! This belongs to me, and as a
The dignity of a soldier is also mine! My eternal oath to the Republic...
Motherland, motherland! My beloved motherland!
Please tell me, how far are you going to push us?
I swore to defend you to the death! No matter the threat comes from domestic or foreign countries!
I was worthy of you, but do you dare to pat your conscience and say, are you worthy of me?
As the most loyal guards of the Republic, we have sacrificed our lives and supported this peaceful era without any regrets. Is what we get is to become the victims of this era?...
I need the country to give me an explanation...
Otherwise, I will give myself an explanation...
I will give an explanation to my brothers!!!!
When society has become deformed! When the country has been poisoned by corruption! Then it is up to us to maintain order! This time, we know that we are bound to die! But some people still have to do some things knowing that they will die! Right?
Come on! Let us sinners be a kind of fire at the cost of our lives! Burn all sins!
The laws of heaven are ruined! How can there be benevolence and righteousness!?
Formerly the 177th Special Agent Company of the A3 Special Brigade of the People's Liberation Army of China, Class 10! Breaking the rules of the pack of wolves:
Lieutenant squad leader Ye Yangjian code name, Baron
Second lieutenant deputy squad member Guo Xiaoli code name, veterinarian
First class sergeant·Zhao Dawei code name, Big Bear
First class sergeant Hou Lei code name, ak
First class sergeant Xingqi code name, tank
Gunnery Sergeant Liu Hui code name: Cobra
Gunnery Sergeant Liang Dachuan codename: Viper
First class sergeant·Yin Shuaishuai codename, kitchen knife
Artillery Sergeant Shen Nan code name, sharp knife
In August, the sun in H City was blazing, with the highest temperature reaching 39 degrees. There was no wind, it was dry and hot, and waves of psychedelic heat rose up from the asphalt road. The sun burned on people's bodies, making people anxious.
Huiyun Villa is an old community. It has been built for more than 20 years. The greening and vegetation of the community have been well protected over the decades. Looking in from the door, it feels like a winding path leads to a quiet place.
A particularly popular and mature community. Every afternoon, a group of old men will play cards and chess under the shade of the trees next to the community square, amusing each other. There is also a choir composed of old ladies, who come together around four or five o'clock.
When it's cool, I put up a banner and sing red songs for my own entertainment. There is a large artificial lake in the center of the community. During the summer vacation, from time to time there are children who have finished their homework for the day, shouting and drinking, holding small fishing rods and small net bags.
, catch some small fish, shrimps, small butterflies and the like, and if you catch something, you will burst into laughter.
There are three universities around Huiyun Villa, which are distributed in the shape of "pin" around the community. Therefore, the night markets on both sides of the gate of this community are also very popular. In the evening, the open-air food stalls start to open, with neon lights flashing on the stalls, and fragrant Zhuge grilled fish.
, mutton skewers, roasted whole lamb, colorful lobsters, all kinds of refreshing stir-fries, and the cool beer. Groups of students who came out to have a toothpaste did not want to cook at night and took their families out to eat at the food stalls.
The sounds of residents and adults shouting to their children, greetings from acquaintances, the laughter of diners, and the shouts of the boss make this old community look so vibrant at night.
The night market lasts until about 2 a.m. every day. This is the quietest time in the entire community every day. Except for the croaking of frogs by the lake, there is almost no sound anymore. It is a livable and livable place. It is a place with particularly good Feng Shui.
place……
It's night...it's still so quiet at night. The whole community seems to be sleeping peacefully...
There is an apartment on the third floor of Building 39 in the community. It is a house with three bedrooms and one living room, nearly 100 square meters. The house has no characteristics and the interior decoration is very simple. There are several old sofas and a valuable sofa in the living room.
The coffee table is made of expensive mahogany carvings. It is simple and heavy. It looks like it has been there for some years. It is an object that the older generation particularly likes. There are several old calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall of the main hall. Anyone who knows the art can know the calligraphy at a glance.
The quality of the writing is average, but it can be read through the back of the paper, and it has a certain vicissitude and freedom. The room is very clean, there are not many appliances, there are three bedrooms and two side rooms are empty, and only the master bedroom in the south is used for living.
There is an old-fashioned mahogany double bed, which looks very comfortable. Because it is summer, a mat is placed on it. A military quilt is neatly folded into a knife-cut tofu block with sharp edges and corners.
There was a military blanket spread on the wooden floor by the window. A man was lying on it. His clothes and trousers were folded moderately and placed behind his head. A black cowhide scabbard protruded from the clothes behind his head.
There was a short, straight, double-edged keel structure tactical knife inserted into the scabbard. The man fell asleep, his closed eyelids twitching slightly, as if he was dreaming.
In his dream, he saw his stumbling team, marching exhaustedly from the wet dusk to the drizzly dawn, under the weight of soaked backpacks, with their heavy ankles stepping deeply on the ground rocked by shells.
He was engaged in a life-and-death battle with the enemy on the muddy road. He dreamed of his brothers with blue lips, covered in mud, and trembling in the wind and rain. But they never hesitated, had no resentment, were full of confidence, and kept fighting with the words on their lips,
I didn't close my eyes until I saw the hope of victory.
The dream changed. They faced the dark and dirty foxholes, the stinking trenches, the wet and dirty tunnels, the scorching sunshine, the wind and the downpour, and the deserted jungle trails. They
They endured the painful suffering of being separated from their loved ones for a long time, and endured the rampant spread of tropical diseases. They defended resolutely and resolutely, and they attacked quickly and accurately! Their firm belief was far accompanied by their persistence in the pool of blood, holding the weapons in their hands and never
Compromise. Those firm eyes behind him always follow me solemnly! The purpose of their existence is to fight! Fight! Fight!! They are the best soldiers in China!
"Huh...huh..." With a burst of rapid breathing, the sleeping person lying on the ground, like a conditioned reflex, pulled out the tactical knife with one hand, sat up suddenly, opened a pair of sharp eyes, and observed the place where he was.
room. After finding nothing abnormal, he closed his eyes slightly, adjusted his breathing rhythm, skillfully performed a knife dance with the hand holding the knife, accurately inserted the tactical knife back into the scabbard with his backhand, and then listened carefully with his ears.
Listen to the sounds around you.
"Damn it! I'm dreaming again, haha..." After the man put away the knife, he smiled to himself, got up, turned around and sat against the wall, took out a military windproof lighter and a cigarette,'
"Clang..." ignited in the darkness. The dark room was filled with the metallic echo of the lighter opening and closing, and the little jumping flame was particularly conspicuous.
My name is Ye Yangjian, the night of night, the yang of sunshine, and the health of health. I am 24 years old and a veteran. I originally belong to the Chinese People's Liberation Army (Damn! This is all harmonious!) NJ Military Region of the People's Liberation Army, Army 3153 Field Army Unit A3 Special
The 177th Special Agent Company of the Brigade. Stationed in Jianzzhou, responsible for combat missions against Taiwan. My main subjects are jungle warfare, survival, infiltration, demolition, search, camouflage, and squad unit tactical operations under ### climate conditions...
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I am not a special force. Since the year I joined the army at the age of 18, I have never known what kind of soldier is a special force. I asked the company commander, and the company commander told me that the scope of this question is too broad.
The ability to perform tasks is called special forces. Therefore, the cooks in the cooking class, the engineers who drive excavators in the construction corps, and those who raise pigs and grow vegetables in the army farms are all special forces...
Therefore, I am not a special force, or we people never call ourselves special forces. I can only say that I am a soldier of a special agent company of the field army. My confidentiality period is five years. I have tattoos, which is the first time in the army.
I tattooed it before I left for the mission. On my left shoulder was a black wolf head totem symbol, and on my right shoulder was my barcode number, 177-4130...
I also asked the company commander: Why do we still need tattoos? During the military recruitment physical examination, wouldn’t it be impossible to pass even if there are cigarette scars on the hands?
The company commander said: That is used to identify your corpses after you die in battle, because your faces may be blown away by bullets during the battle...
"Company Commander, company commander, I wonder how you are doing now? I miss you very much. I have a very hard life here, even harder than in the mountains. I am very lonely. I miss my brothers..."
After putting out the cigarette butt, the man lay down straight again, stroking the tactical knife behind his head with his right hand, murmuring in his mouth and fell asleep again in the blink of an eye.
But the oath at that moment echoed repeatedly in the dream... "I am a soldier of the Chinese People's Liberation Army! I swear: obey the leadership of the Communist Party of China, serve the people wholeheartedly, obey orders, strictly observe discipline, fight bravely, and not be afraid
Sacrifice, be loyal to your duties, work hard, practice hard to kill the enemy, resolutely complete the task, and never betray the motherland or the army under any circumstances. Defend the motherland to the death!"... (Quote···End!)
This book is a new content after careful consideration by Coke. The general structure is the same, but some details in the book have been slightly changed to better suit the taste of readers. The story increases and decreases, and the plot guarantees the same passion and excitement!
Who said that a chivalrous man cannot be tender? Who said that a tough guy cannot be wretched? The main protagonist remains the same, and new characters will be added in the subsequent plots, all of which are played by friends of Coke. (ps: You can write me off if you play a friendly role
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