Yan Fenghuo stared blankly at the corpse in the middle of the valley. Suddenly he felt a little cold in the corners of his eyes. He stretched out his hand and touched it. It turned out to be water stains oozing out of his eyes. This was a physiological reaction that was puzzling to him. It flowed down.
They are tears. When the wind blows, the coolness seeps into the bones.
Desperate? Destiny? Struggle? Return?
Perhaps this is the fate after struggling. The reason why the nine Indo-Tibetan Special Border Force soldiers who committed suicide chose to commit suicide was probably because they had absolutely no way out. Driven by loyalty, they firmly carried out the execution of Pala and stay.
Order: Go home.
But can they still have a home? No, at least there is no home in their hearts. Since they no longer have a home, why are they still struggling here? There is no need. Instead of struggling to death, it is better to be completely free.
Yan Fenghuo's tears were shed not for these soldiers, but for Parra. He finally understood why Parra chose to commit suicide, because Parra had no way to go, and he didn't even have a home.
In Parra's eyes, her only spiritual support has been destroyed; in Yan Fenghuo's eyes, Parra still has a choice, and he will do his best to help her.
But Yan Fenghuo is Yan Fenghuo, and Parra is Parra. The two people live in different environments and belong to two completely different worlds. One lives in the cracks of exile, and the other relies on 9.6 million square kilometers of
Motherland. They are worlds apart. No one has lived the other's life, and no one understands the other's thoughts and feelings about their own situation.
"It's good to die. It's also a relief to die." Yan Fenghuo wiped the corners of his eyes and muttered softly: "Maybe you will go to hell, maybe you will go to heaven, but in short you will not suffer in this hell on earth."
Hell on earth, the world is hell, hell is the world. Any place that can have independent thinking is hell, because with thinking, you will suffer all kinds of torture, and with thinking, you will feel all kinds of imprisonment.
Perhaps when everyone was sixteen or seventeen years old, they would stand on the top of the mountain with a bottle of wine in their hands, baring their teeth and shouting at the sky: I can’t control my fate!
Maybe when you are twenty-six or seventeen years old, you are still crazy about changing your destiny. Standing at the top of the city, smoking a cigarette, overlooking all living beings, as if everything is under your feet.
But when he was thirty-six or seventeen years old, he would rather get drunk in the heavy rain and accept a fate that he could never accept.
Because this is the human world, this is hell, this is a real and cruel hell on earth.
"Awww!!!...Awwww..."
Yan Fenghuo, who was sitting on the stone, raised his head and let out a shrill wolf howl, one after another, each one louder than the last.
The voice was full of helplessness, helplessness, and despair, and echoed in the valley for a long time.
Perhaps at this time, only the howl of a wolf could express Yan Fenghuo's mood. Perhaps the howl of a wolf could allow him to be unbridled and unrestrained without any restraint.
"What happened to Yan Fenghuo?" Xiaojiu stared at Yan Fenghuo on the celestial burial platform in the distance with some surprise.
"Perhaps I remembered something." Cheetah said thoughtfully: "The emotions of all of us combined are not as delicate as Yan Fenghuo. He is complicated and difficult to control. If he seeks death, we must save him;
If he is about to die, we help him. He is a perfect man and a perfect soldier, but we are not as good as him."
"A perfect soldier?" Xiang Yu was stunned.
The perfect soldier is just a legend. No soldier, no matter how fierce and tough he is, can never be perfect. Because there are no perfect soldiers in this world, and all soldiers are incomplete.
A kind of soldier who does not have the character of absolute loyalty is incomplete; a kind of soldier who has the character of absolute loyalty but only knows loyalty is incomplete. Being a soldier is incomplete. In this profession, you are destined to only choose one thing and give up more.
"Captain Zhang Fuji has always been looking for a perfect soldier to lead our Blood Fox Brigade. At that time, I didn't understand why he valued Yan Fenghuo so much, let alone why he would devote all his efforts to cultivating a guy who was so thorny that he acted nonsense
, But now I understand." Cheetah smiled bitterly and said: "Yan Fenghuo is the perfect soldier. The captain saw it from the beginning. Yan Fenghuo is the perfect soldier he is looking for."
"A perfect furry ball? Just my brother-in-law?" Xiang Yu's mouth twitched fiercely.
In Xiang Yu's eyes, Yan Fenghuo is the most unreliable guy. If it weren't for the fact that his sister was determined to follow this guy, he would have lame the kid's three legs.
"Do you remember the first thing I said to you when you first arrived at the Blood Fox Brigade?" Cheetah asked Xiang Yu.
"Remember," Xiang Yu said without hesitation: "Be a human first, then a soldier."
Xiang Yu remembered this sentence clearly. The reason why he remembered it so clearly was because he later learned that everyone who entered the Blood Fox Brigade would be told this sentence. It is a very simple sentence, first be a human being, then be a soldier.
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"This is the perfect soldier." Cheetah sighed and said: "Yan Fenghuo has always been a real person, a man of flesh and blood who only wants to be himself. A soldier is his coat, and underneath the coat he has always been
Himself. He has emotions that we don’t have, and he dares to release the emotions that we have suppressed. When this unruly thinking collides with the rigid soldier identity, he becomes a perfect soldier. In the strict sense
To put it bluntly, Yan Fenghuo has broken away from the category of a professional soldier, and he can only be Yan Fenghuo at any time."
"He has no military status to begin with." Xiang Yu touched his head and said in confusion.
Luo Gui patted Xiang Yu on the shoulder and shook his head at him.
This is something Xiang Yu can never understand. In Xiang Yu's world, charging into battle is in line with their status. As for the rest... Xiang Yu is too pure. When Yan Fenghuo guided him to the path of a professional soldier,
Xiang Yu became the purest professional soldier.
The purest professional soldier can never understand what it means to be a human being first and a soldier later, just like Yan Fenghuo can never understand why a soldier doesn't do it even if he knows the taste.
Suddenly, Yan Fenghuo from the Sky Burial Platform made a gesture to them, telling them to retreat immediately.
This gesture of retreat was unquestionable and full of irreversible determination. Through the scope, Cheetah and the others could clearly see every subtle expression on Yan Fenghuo's face. It was a decisive decision that did not allow for any changes.
In addition, there is also a lip reading read by Yan Fenghuo: Retreat immediately, all troops retreat, otherwise I will never cooperate with you!
"Why!" the cheetah said in sign language.
"I want to send them back to India, and I want the Pala family to regain its foothold in India!"
In shock, Cheetah and the others did not understand what Yan Fenghuo was going to do. Under such an urgent and inevitable mission, he actually wanted to send the Pala family back? What is this? How will this be convicted? Treason?!
The cheetah immediately started signing, but before it was finished, Yan Fenghuo read his lips again: If you don't do what I say, I guarantee that terrorist activities will start everywhere!
Cheetah's face instantly turned livid, his eyes full of anger and confusion. He didn't understand why Yan Fenghuo suddenly made a huge reversal, but he believed that Yan Fenghuo's decision could not be changed!