Chapter Fifty-Nine: Zhao Xiaopang's Distress

In a corner of Qingyang University, several troop carriers came to a screeching halt, and dozens of soldiers filed down, lined up quickly, and counted.

Fatty got off the co-pilot of a car and stood on one side, watching his teammates form a team and giving lectures.

If you look carefully, you can see that Fatty is still a little limping when he walks, and the last gunshot wound has not fully healed.

His face was also a little pale. If he hadn't been exercising all the time, his physique was very good, he might still be lying on the bed now.

In fact, Xiaopang is not fat at all, and except for very few people, no one dares to call him Xiaopang.

His name is Zhao Gaofeng.

In the eyes of others, he is an unsmiling iron-blooded soldier who has experienced life and death, made great achievements, suffered injuries, and shed blood. He is an admirable soldier.

But only he himself knows that he is also an ordinary young man, facing this ever-changing world and facing the ever-emerging choices, he will also be confused.

Just like now, he doesn't know what to do?

The last time he hunted down Li Tubin, he really realized that compared with the top elites, he was still far behind, and the pride and complacency he once had had long since disappeared.

But at the same time comes endless frustration. If I have trained so hard and cannot become the best soldier, then what is the purpose of continuing to stay in the barracks?

Just for that sense of belonging?

The leader of the army talked to him a few times, and then said something to him that made him tremble all over: "Little Fatty, you should have some ideas."

idea? what idea?

After a long time, he realized that what the leader said was that he should be discharged from the army.

This is a question he has never thought about, but with his current mental state and physical state, if he continues to stay, what can he do?

If he really experienced the last big war again, would he survive again?

Moreover, he is not alone. He also has family members and parents. In addition to being loyal to the country, he has other responsibilities that must be fulfilled.

He has no status, no background, and if he continues to stay in the army, even if he stays in the army for a few more years, he will only waste his precious youth.

Yes, time to go.

With glory, with pain, with the blessings of comrades who did not survive, with a stomach full of secrets that he could not tell, he left this place that he seemed to never leave.

He remembered the phone call he received before coming here, the phone call from Qing Linqiu, the person he admires most now.

"Little Fatty, if you want to stay in the army, I can find a way to help you." Qing Linqiu said, he has the qualifications to say this, not to mention that Xiaopang is an excellent soldier who has made great achievements , he deserves better. "If you want to leave the army and find a good job, I can help you too."

In fact, although Zhao Gaofeng is not as good as Qing Linqiu, he is also an absolute elite in the army. Whether he is going to be a sniper in the special police team or going to other places, with Qing Linqiu's help, there is always a place for him .

"I don't know, Brother Qing... What do you think I should do?" Zhao Gaofeng was a little at a loss.

He was born in an ordinary countryside, and then he was in olive green. This colorful world made him a little at a loss.

"Your future can only be figured out by yourself." Qing Linqiu said, "You have my contact information, if you figure it out, just let me know."

Then, the leader of the army found him and said to him: "Little Fatty, I have a task for you."

"Yes, we promise to complete the task!" Just like thousands of times before, he stood at attention.

Another task? Does this mean that he is still needed in the organization?

Suddenly, Zhao Gaofeng felt a strange sense of being needed and a heavy mission.

"You don't need to be so serious. I just want you to relax. Qingyang University will recruit some instructors from us for the military training this time. You can go with the team."

At that moment, Zhao Gaofeng couldn't tell what it was like.

A little disappointed, but also a little helpless.

Like a child who was suddenly abandoned.

Then, Zhao Gaofeng came here.

Cheongyang University.

"What are you thinking about?" Next to him, several other leading officers came over, looked at his legs, and asked, "Is the leg okay, can it hold up?"

"Hey, it's okay." Zhao Gaofeng shook his head. No matter in training or when performing tasks, all kinds of injuries are unavoidable. Let alone walking, he is not afraid even when running cross-country with heavy loads.

At the very least, this body of iron and steel has been beaten out. If he hadn't been in the army, he would still be a little bastard wandering around the streets and alleys now.

"It's okay, hurry up and change clothes!" Several other people laughed, "Before the official assembly, I finally have some time, quickly change clothes and go out for a stroll."

It's been a long time since they experienced this colorful and wonderful world, and they are almost out of touch with the world.

Several officers were about to leave after speaking, but one of them turned around, but gave a surprised cry and said, "He...why is he here?"

"Who?" Everyone wondered.

In Qingyang in the afternoon, it was rare to get cloudy, and the wind picked up, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

Nan Ming waved his blind cane and walked slowly along a path of Cheongyang University. The empty university campus and the narrow train carriages are two completely different experiences.

Nanming stopped and walked, waving his blind stick for a while, and making a "da da" sound with his mouth for a while, trying to echolocate.

Nan Ming felt a little irritable because he was blocked from asking for leave, so he decided to come down for a walk. He needs something to help him meditate now.

This way of relaxing is indeed very effective, perhaps because it affects the way the brain works, so Nan Ming feels that the distracting thoughts of the world seem to be less troublesome.

When walking through a small garden, Nan Ming stopped, and in his "hearing", several people suddenly appeared in front of him.

"You..." Nan Ming didn't open his eyes, "What's the matter?"

"Are you... classmate Nanming?" The first person unconsciously used honorifics.

Yes or no?

The appearance is the same, but the temperament... is completely different, and when did he become blind?

The closer you get, the more you feel the strange pressure, just like facing your own superiors, they walked over casually at first, but after walking a few steps, they were already lined up in front of Nan Ming, Tidy up.

And they themselves didn't even realize it.

It's all the black card's fault.

Nan Ming's visual center is extremely active now, and after hearing the sound, a figure appeared in front of him immediately.

It was the officer who brought Congcong to the barracks for training.

"It's you. Why did you come to Qingyang?" Nan Ming smiled, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, this feeling is very strange, "Sorry, I don't know your name yet. Thank you last time."

The last two times, they came and went in a hurry, and Nan Ming didn't have time to ask his name.

"Report! My name is Yang Ji, and we are here to participate in the military training mission of Qingyang University!" After recognizing the person and confirming the identity of the other party, Yang Ji automatically returned to the original state. Qing Linqiu had told him to see Nan Ming must be polite.

Boss Qing wants to be polite, how dare they be presumptuous?

Then he said with concern: "Your eyes..."

"Ah, I'm fine, I'm just practicing echolocation skills." Nan Ming laughed.

"Echolocation?" Several people looked suspicious.

Nan Ming explained a little bit, a few people stared wide-eyed, is there such a thing? It is too unscientific!

Think about the auxiliary systems they have to carry in complex terrain during special operations. If there is such a thing, shouldn't they learn it first?

"If you don't believe me, I'll show you a show." Nan Ming lightly waved his blind stick, "You stretch your fingers behind my back, and I'll guess how many."

A few people were skeptical. If the person who said this was someone else, they would definitely shout nonsense, but if it was Nan Ming... I don't know why, but it is very convincing.

Chubby Zhao Gaofeng is an unbelievers, he compared three fingers suspiciously, Nan Ming waved his blind stick lightly, and then called out: "Three."

It's too easy to use a cane.

"Two, four, five, two, seven, nine... thirty-seven..."

In the end, the four people compared thirty-seven fingers, and Nan Ming screamed.

"No, there must be a mirror or a camera hidden somewhere." Several people were dumbfounded, completely forgetting that they didn't come to play finger guessing games with Nan Ming. (Continue to ask for Sanjiang tickets and recommended tickets~)