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When they delivered the transfer report to the captain, the captain glanced at the dozen transfer reports placed on the table. Without saying a word, he just slowly swept over them with an extremely complicated look. Fugui almost dared not look at the captain because he read disappointment and anger from the captain's eyes.

Time seemed to be still, and there was a suffocating silence in the air!

But Fugui knew that there was a torrent hidden under the silence, and that torrent was the anger of the captain like a volcano erupting!

But after waiting for a long time, besides the sound of the pendulum of the clock on the wall, the captain's heavy breathing. Fugui secretly glanced at the captain, and the captain was still sitting there, with the corners of his mouth trembling and his shoulders trembling slightly. Fugui knew that the captain was holding back his anger. Once that anger erupted, it would completely destroy their decision.

Finally, the captain stood up. Fugui thought he was going to get angry, but unexpectedly, the captain just picked up the cigarette on the table and lit a piece, then turned around and looked out the window silently, and said calmly: "Tell me, why are you changing careers?"

The comrades looked at each other but didn't say anything.

"It's been ten years since you came to the special forces team?" The captain turned slowly and walked past them step by step, as if thinking about their words. Then he stopped and looked at them and said, "I still remember when you first arrived at the special forces team, they were all children who were ignorant of the world, and they were in their youth." After saying that, he paused, and a smile appeared on his face: "At that time, you had a distinct personality, fought with your comrades, contradicted the leader, teased the soldiers of the kitchen squad, robbed oil and liquor, and violated military discipline many times, but I still tolerated you. Do you know why?"

Fugui didn't know what the captain said meant, so he looked at his comrades and shook his head blankly.

The captain put away his smile, looked at them with bright eyes, and said in a more emphasis: "Because I like you, I think you are a good piece of material!" After that, he tapped the table with his fingers, and the ashtray and tea cup on the table were shaking "click": "You ask your comrades and ask your squadron leader, no matter the special forces soldiers or officers, who have I tolerated as long as I violate military discipline?"

Yang Aiguo said gratefully: "Captain, I know that you are as kind as a mountain to us, and we will never forget these."

The captain glanced at him, calmed down and said, "You have distinct personalities and unyielding temperaments. I feel from you a spirit of never giving up and never giving up. This spirit is something that is necessary for a qualified special forces team member! I don't want the military discipline to remove the edges and corners of you, so I tolerate you and hope that you can grow up and become a sword of anti-terrorism as soon as possible, and become a pillar of the country. I am not wrong with you. You have proved yourself with your actions. Every time I see your proud record, I am relieved, moved, and deeply proud of you, because you are worthy of the glorious and proud title of "Special Force Team Member"!"

He paused for a while, looked out the window and sighed, and continued, "You have made great contributions to the anti-terrorism cause. In order to defend the peace of the country's sovereignty and people, you shed not only sweat, but blood and even life. Zhang Chengliang, Feng Xiuping, and Liu Yi are all heroes. To be honest, every time I see my warriors fall under the gun of sin, my heart is also bleeding silently, because like us, they have relatives, and they should live in this world well and enjoy a beautiful and happy life." After saying that, he silently put the cigarette butt into the ashtray, with a look of grief: "Every time I see the stone tablet on the back mountain add one more, my heart will shed another blood. I really don't want to see someone fall down again, otherwise I will collapse."

When talking about Liangzi, Fugui suddenly remembered that handsome face, and his heart couldn't help but feel ache. They were the same age, but he left the world at the age of 23. Fugui still remembered that he once looked into the distance in the back mountain with infinite affection and said, "From here to go east, that's my home." However, the place he pointed to would always become his expectation that he could not return.

The captain said with a serious expression: "I am proud of them because they sacrificed for the country. We will not forget them, nor will the motherland and the people. They dedicated their precious lives to the motherland, and at the same time engraved their names on the land of the Republic, engraving those heroic deeds into immortality."

Fugui looked at the captain picking up the transfer reports on the table and throwing them in front of them, and looked at them disappointedly: "As a special forces member, if he is punished, he will have the idea of ​​leaving, which makes me really disappointed with you. If I don't want me to look down on you, then you will tear off these waste papers and return to your posts."

Li Ming took a step forward and said, "Captain, I am definitely not leaving for punishment."

"Oh?" The captain pulled down the corner of his mouth and looked mocking: "Then why did you change your career?"

After Liming told the story of his father's illness, the captain's tone eased a lot, nodded and said, "The filial piety is commendable, but there is no need to change careers, right? You can take leave to take care of the elderly, and I can approve you."

Li Ming looked sad and shook his head and said, "If the Special Forces team had no me and other comrades, but without me at home, I... I really can't face my relatives. We are soldiers and men. As soldiers, my responsibility is to defend the country, but as men, my responsibility is to support the sky for my relatives."

The captain bent down and picked up the transfer reports scattered on the ground, patted the dust on it, placed it neatly on the table, and thought for a while and said, "You may have your own reasons for your transfer. But what I want to say is that transfer is not the final decision of me alone. I can submit your report to the leader, but I still hope you can all carefully consider it, because this is a turning point in each of you in your life after all."

The comrades looked at him gratefully, saluted and said, "Yes."

The captain waved his hand and said, "Okay, you guys go, stay at dawn."

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For more than half a month, Fugui was suffering from the torture of choice. Sometimes he really hoped that his transfer report would be rejected so that he could stay here, but he also hoped that he could be approved so that he could return to his hometown and wait by the side of Yan Zi, but he did not fulfill his promise to her.

The winter sunset is the most beautiful, as red as dripping blood, dyeing the entire Gobi red, tragic and vast. "I am really going to leave?" Fugui asked himself countless times: "If you really want to leave this vast Gobi, you have to leave this poplar forest? From then on, the sound of the military horns stopped ringing in your ears, and from then on the tragic sunset became an eternal memory?...

Fugui stood quietly in the cold wind, guarding the Gobi Desert with his own life, watching the sunset gradually disappear on the dark horizon, and the clouds in the sky were slowly dyed with a strong tragic color by the sunset. At that moment, he felt very lonely. He picked up a yellow grass from the ground and fiddled with it with his hands. He couldn't believe that these humble lives once gave this Gobi a season of glory. The ruthless season ended these lives too early, but who could believe that these dead grasses still nurtured the future glory? They might be waiting for the harsh cold wind to blow by and the light steps of spring. At that time, they will still create their own glory!

Climbing up the hill, twelve solemn stone tablets stood tall. Fugui felt distressed for a moment, and he walked over slowly, carefully looking at every familiar name engraved on the stone tablet, as if looking at their once familiar smiles... These are his comrades-in-arms, brothers who went through fire and water with him, and were once fresh lives, but in order to make their solemn promises to their motherland, they left their young lives here forever.

Fugui silently took out the smoke from his pocket, lit twelve pieces, and placed them one by one in front of their monument. The blue smoke slowly floated in the winter sunset, revealing a sense of desolation and a sense of tragedy.

Fugui carefully cleaned the dead grass in front of their monument, looked at the smiling faces, and murmured, "I'm leaving here, in the future..." From now on? Will he come again after parting? He secretly asked himself, will he step onto this hot land in the future, and will he still see these comrades? He choked, two lines of clear tears winding down his cheeks, and the familiar smiles gradually blurred. He turned his face, as if he was avoiding the twelve pairs of blamed eyes.

Jing: "I will definitely come to see you in the future!" He carefully cleaned the weeds and stroked the hero's monuments with his hands. His thoughts seemed to float in the lost years. "From here, it's my home." Zhang Chengliang's nostalgic and proud voice was still ringing in his ears. Fugui turned his head and looked at it. The mist was hazy and he could no longer see the direction Liangzi once pointed. But he knew that through thousands of mountains and rivers, the direction of his home would always be the end of his journey.

He took a few steps back, stood in front of the twelve monuments, slowly raised his arms to salute, and refused to let go for a long time. These twelve monuments will always stand in his heart!

Fugui walked down the mountain step by step, and the military flag was roaring under the cold wind. He looked up at the military flag. From the first time he stepped onto this vast Gobi Desert, he began to salute the military flag. This military flag witnessed him growing from an ignorant boy to the strongest special forces member. Although he had experienced a lot during this growth process, he had been trekking on the road he chose with firm belief, tenacious will and strong perseverance. Only he himself knew that the price he paid on this road was more than sweat and blood!

"Your color is dyed red by the blood of all my comrades here!" When Fugui saluted the military flag, he felt extremely proud and proud from his heart. A heat flowed on him and rushed. He seemed to have returned to those days of bullets. He and his comrades were emitting smoke, sharing weal and woe in their actions, and defending the dignity of the motherland with his own lives!

"We are an iron team, we are the Counter-Terrorism Special Forces Team of the People's Liberation Army of China. We swear to protect the territorial integrity of the motherland and the stability of people's lives with our lives!..." This is the solemn oath he had just arrived at the special forces team and made towards the military flag. Fugui closed his eyes and let tears flow on his cheeks. In the past ten years, he has fulfilled his oath with his actions! He worked hard and paid for this vow, but from then on, the military flag could only float in his past memory...

The cold wind came, and Fugui fought a cold war. He reluctantly looked back at the Gobi Desert in the dark. The Gobi Desert was even more sad in the night, but Fugui still stood in the cold wind and watched silently, as if he wanted to bring back all the memories here, keep them in his heart forever, and accompany his future journey.

The cold wind ruthlessly streaked on the rich face like a knife, but he stood there like a statue and did not move. At that moment, the memory gradually became clear in his heart. How could he forget this place that once sheds the blood of youth? His youth sweat watered every tree here, and the inch here sprinkled his passionate youth. Here is his former glory, his youthful dream, and where he once galloped on the battlefield!

The iron-clad soldiers will leave one day. This is the helplessness of people and the helplessness of soldiers! Wealth and honor are clear. From then on, the camouflage will become the memory of the past. The "war tiger" on the battlefield has since been lingered into a legend by the years. Perhaps it will be slowly forgotten by people in the near future. However, that unforgettable memory will be permanently engraved in one's heart and become the clearest memory in life!

Because what life needs is not the result, but the process!

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