Daybreak 93.

Star City West Supply Area.

Mo Yu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror with his upper body naked, looking at himself in the mirror.

It has been five years since I graduated, and the self in the mirror has changed a lot compared to before.

His fair skin had turned into a bronze color after experiencing the baptism of the battlefield, and there were many scars. One of the wounds from the left chest to the right chest was the most conspicuous, and it almost killed him.

After walking out of the bedroom, Mo Yu came to the wall of the living room.

It is covered with medals of honor.

Reaching out and brushing the heavy medals one by one, Mo Yu thought of the story behind each medal, and a smile appeared on his face.

Five years of frontline career seemed like a dream.

After graduating from Daybreak Academy, under the leadership of squad leader Wang Long, they registered and formed the "Preparatory God of War Group" in the West Supply Zone of Star City.

The name of the war group is very unconventional, but it also represents their ambition.

They not only want to become the top ten war groups in the future, but also want to become the future gods of war of the human race.

But when they first arrived at the front line, they were like a bunch of stupid young people, full of enthusiasm. However, their understanding of the front line came from the Internet and school teachers. Only after real contact did they realize that the front line was far more cruel than imagined.

At the moment when his friend who had been with him day and night fell beside him, Mo Yu understood for the first time what it was like to be apart from life and death.

It was not heart-wrenching despair, but a mixture of confusion and hesitation, followed by anger that was unwilling to compromise.

There were 23 people who followed Wang Lung to the front line with him after graduation, but today only eight people remain.

According to a joke from the veteran next door to the camp, choosing to step onto the front line is equivalent to putting half of your foot in the coffin.

These words seemed to be a joke, but they also revealed the cruelty of the front line.

Behind every frontline soldier, there seems to be a god of death holding a scythe. It holds the scythe on the soldier's neck and will swing the scythe to take away life at any time.

But five years of frontline career also allowed him to grow rapidly.

Under a high-pressure environment, he has grown from an ignorant rookie to a qualified veteran.

As the first batch of Dawn Academy graduates to practice the Blood Alchemy Technique, their growth potential is huge, and this has been proven.

Just today, their battle group was officially promoted to an A-level battle group.

This also indicates that they are one step closer to their goal.

"Brother Yu, are you okay?"

At this time, a woman's shout came from outside the window.

"It'll be ready soon."

After responding aloud, Mo Yu returned to the bedroom and began to wear brand new clothes.

This is the combat uniform for the A-level battle group.

The clothing is based on the original, with the golden sword logo symbolizing the A-level battle group added to the chest, and three black stripes on the right arm. Compared with the clothes of the B-level battle group, it looks much better on the body.

A bit heroic.

I hurried downstairs and saw that the square outside the building was already filled with soldiers wearing brand new combat uniforms.

Seeing Mo Yu's arrival, the soldiers greeted him one after another.

Most of the people standing here are newcomers who have recently joined the war group, and some are veterans of other war groups.

The situations in which these veterans joined the war group were basically the same. Their original war groups were wiped out while performing missions, and only a handful of soldiers survived.

After the original battle group disappeared, these veterans became free men on the front line.

At this time, they will look for a new battle group that suits them to join based on their own abilities and characteristics.

This is where these veterans come from.

"Young, our deputy captain finally came out."

At this time, a beautiful figure came to Mo Yu, it was her wife "Yan Kong".

Just three years ago, they held a wedding at the station under the witness of their brothers in the battle group, and received their marriage certificate at the frontline service hall, becoming a legal couple.

Yan Kong came to him, stood on tiptoes, and began to arrange his clothes, with a bright smile on his face.

"Xiaokong, where is Brother Long?"

Mo Yu looked into his wife's eyes and asked softly.

"Xiao Liu said that he was wearing the latest regimental leader uniform in the room and taking various selfies in front of the merit wall. Even after so many years, Brother Long still can't get rid of his bad fart problem."

"Xiaokong, who are you calling a stinker? Did you say that about your captain? I don't want to lose face?"

At this time, a familiar voice sounded from far away.

Mo Yu turned around and saw Wang Long, who was wearing the uniform of a regiment leader and had a body as strong as a bear, walking towards him.

"Brother Long."

Along the way, wherever Wang Lung went, the soldiers greeted him one after another.

Arriving in front of Mo Yu, Wang Long stood still, then reached out and patted Mo Yu's shoulder:

"Good boy, I have changed into a new combat uniform, and I look much more handsome."

After hearing these words, Mo Yu couldn't help but roll his eyes, and then said:

"Hurry up and arrange a group photo. The frontline office is still waiting for us to send the group photo to us."

"It is said that this group photo of being promoted to the A-level battle group will be recorded in the annals of history. Please be energetic when the time comes. Maybe your future descendants will be able to see your photos in the history museum." Yan Kong said with a smile.

Hearing these words, Mo Yu straightened his back subconsciously.

After a long time, under Wang Long's arrangement, everyone in the battle group stood in several rows. Among them, Mo Yu and Wang Long, who were the deputy group members, stood in the center of the first row.

As the lights flashed, the picture was frozen.

…

That night, Mo Yu was sitting in the study room wearing blue pajamas, looking through this month's group summary report attentively.

At this time, the study door was pushed open, and Yan Kong, wearing pink pajamas, walked into the room holding a photo.

Coming behind Mo Yu, Yan Kong put his hands around Mo Yu's neck, leaned his chest on his back, and then placed a group photo in front of Mo Yu:

"Brother Yu, the office sent us photos, one for each person as a souvenir."

"Don't make trouble, wait until I finish my work and then watch."

Realizing that Mo Yu was busy, Yan Kong couldn't help but snarled, but he still put the photo aside obediently, said, "Come back to bed early after your work," and then quietly left the room.

Half an hour later, after reading this month's group summary, Mo Yu was about to get up when he suddenly thought of something and turned his attention to the group photo placed beside his desk.

Picking up the group photo, he focused his eyes on himself in the photo, and a smile appeared on his face.

In the group photo, compared with his graduation photo, his face has lost its youthfulness, and his brows are a bit more mature and murderous, but his eyes still have enthusiasm for the future.

Promoted to the A-level battle group in five years.

Although it has not broken the incredible promotion record of the Dawn Chapter, it can still be said to be very good.

At this time, honor was added to his reputation, but Mo Yu also felt a new pressure.

Because new challenges are about to arise.

After being promoted to an A-level battle group, it means that the level of the battle group's missions will be increased accordingly, and the difficulty of the front-line missions it undertakes will also increase.

This honor requires more strength to carry.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Yu, feeling stressed, turned his attention to Feng Qi's photo hanging on the wall of the study room.

At this moment, he remembered his message for the future before graduation.

Even if you cannot be a promoter of the tide of the times like Feng Qi, you must still be a drop of water that follows the torrent of the times and set off huge waves in the long river of history.

His eyes gradually became firm at this time.

Perhaps this is the meaning of faith...

…

Daybreak 95 years.

Two years after being promoted to the A-level battle group.

The battle group's station has undergone major changes in two years. In addition to the increase in the number of the group, the station has also been expanded and many new facilities have been added.

At this time, the battle group meeting room.

Under the bright light is a round white conference table, where the ten core members of the Preparatory War God Group are seated.

Mo Yu sat in the position of deputy leader, with leader Wang Long sitting on the left and his wife Yan Kong on the right.

The core meeting of the war group was held this time, related to the latest mission received.

After receiving the mission details from the team leader Wang Long, Mo Yu skillfully turned to the first page and carefully examined the mission requirements.
To be continued...