"Cheng Fengzhan, male, codenamed Chengfeng Yidian, sergeant, 28 years old, graduated from the Blizzard City Full Mechanized Field Soldier Military Non-commissioned Officer School, and was later selected into the strongest special brigade of the Arafa Military Region of my country, the sword forging special brigade, and served as a sniper of the sharp knife squad. He has taken countless tasks of various sizes and won multiple medals of honor. He is a rare and excellent combat soldier who wanders between life and death but is at ease. He is a talent that the army wants to focus on training. Unfortunately, he was attacked when he was on the border in 2136, which led to... - This has indeed become an inevitable fact, but you still have not accepted it, and you do more than eight hours of rehabilitation exercise every day. So, look at me and answer me, what was your purpose in joining the army before, and what is your opinion on your body now?"

In a h-tea ice room where electronic mechanical punk songs were placed, I was sitting in front of a black windbreaker and a short-haired woman wearing a standard military uniform of the mechanical army, wearing a mechanical force. Even in such a leisure and entertainment restaurant, we could not see any play on our faces, nor did we move the food on the table casually. Instead, we looked like believers in a solemn auditorium, with rules and regulations.

Unlike the ordinary cloth uniforms that my grandfather Cheng Weizhen talked about a hundred years ago, the materials for our military uniforms are now the softest, comfortable, light and breathable new material. This material is not only comfortable to wear, but also can effectively prevent the penetration of long-distance laser weapons. The distance is about two thousand meters away. Without wearing anti-laser clothes, it can greatly avoid the casualties of soldiers. Whether it is the pants pocket or the clothes pocket, it is opened and closed by the brain's sensing command to the body. The female soldier's electronic rank is shallow but obviously branded at the collar of the clothes, and the chest is neatly arranged with the female soldier's military number "tb001-01", which is also printed in blue electronic text.

This number is probably the name of the army, but I have never heard of it. To be honest, when I first met the other party, I was still wondering if it was the enemy's spy, but since it was the old superior of my direct special forces who contacted me via video phone, listening to the sound and looking at the number, there was no difference in the comparison of faces, so there should be no problem.

My hair color? There is nothing much to talk about. Pure Chinese-style black hair, and the hairstyle is probably more cool than the anime fighters, or it is very similar to the protagonist in the movie, or the supporting role that crushes the protagonist. My eyes are also black, and my double eyelids should make my eyes look bright and energetic. The muscles on the upper limbs are obviously very developed, and I am about to support my clothes. If my handsome guy is walking casually on the street, the fans watching behind will definitely be beyond imagination. Someone may even rush over to take a photo with two photos and ask for a common contact information.

But what may make everyone choke is that on my left side, an electronic wheelchair dedicated to paraplegia was quietly listening to the conversation between the two of us. The difference between my lower body and the upper body was obvious, as if the lower limbs and the upper limbs were completely different from the same person.

Yes, my legs were completely paralyzed in a terrible task a year ago, unable to sense any touch or move at all. I have not been able to stand again, and even sitting in an ordinary manner has some difficulties. From the strongest warrior of the past to a disabled person who needs to rely on the help of the outside world, who can be happy from the bottom of my heart?

Those so-called "strong and brave" and "dare to face difficulties" are just because they become a special forces soldier for a lifetime, and they need to tell everyone what a real special forces soldier is. I can't, and I can't let my tears flow like ordinary people. That will make me feel extremely shamed and will also make me feel that I am embarrassing the old army, like a complete shame.

I looked around with some vigilance, and saw that except for two working robots, the rest of the tables were empty. I suddenly realized something, and I pulled my eyes back to the female soldier with some vigilance, and asked her without changing her face: "Have you booked the venue?"

"Yes, so you say it."

"Reporting to the sir, I have loved playing with guns and cannons since I was a child. Being a soldier guarding my home is a dream I have always wanted to achieve since I knew a little. My view of my body is that I will definitely be able to recover and I will definitely stand up and continue my dreams."

I looked at the woman in front of me with expressionless expression, pinched my fists while holding on the table, straightened my back as much as possible, and exposed my heart without hesitation. The female soldier in front of me looked at me meaningfully, and saw that I still seemed to be nothing but her expression was even more firm than iron. When I tried to hold back my smile, I glanced at it.

"Sure? The doctor said that the chance of you standing up on your own is zero percent, and they even think that you are just a waste of time like this. Do you really have to be so determined to believe that you are right?"

"Report to the sir, there is nothing absolute in the world, and there is nothing impossible in my world."

"truth?"

"yes."

I replied unchangedly, the female soldier's expression seemed to have become a little shocked, and I seemed to be silently beginning to admire the perseverance, confidence and firmness I showed. Looking at her official accent, I think she must be thinking that her superiors sent her to understand my stubborn donkey was a waste of her precious time.

"Hello, please disturb me, the drunken ice lemon you ordered is here."

A white robot was holding a plate and the blue electronic eyes and polite words made people feel very cute and friendly. It gently raised its robot hand and placed the drink from the glass device in the tray in the spare place on the electronic high-tech table. I pulled a smile and patted the robot, praising it for its quick work. The robot's expression also smiled. After saying thank you, I happily returned to the waiter counter.

"We all know that technology is very developed now, and it has improved a new class from decades ago. There are also great breakthroughs in the medical field, but I don't know if your words come from the heart - I ordered you to drink this glass of ice lemon."

"Report, you are telling me that I still have a chance, so one cup is not tasty enough. When I stand up again, I will give you a hundred cups."

I quickly thought about the female soldier's words, and my heart suddenly became extremely excited. Just like a drowning person grabbed the life-saving straw, he suddenly grabbed the cup of Bingling Le, held the chassis and poured it into his mouth, and drank the glass of Bingling Le.

"I'll get to know each other. My name is Rena, codenamed Athena, and I'm in the First Special Operations Company. I'm the Captain Company Commander, a Bipolar Disease Patient, and I'm a physically and mentally disabled person like you. We are the first special forces that appear as a disabled person. We are also the only company in the world that fights with auxiliary tools and medicines, as well as body transformation. We fight against healthy normal soldiers all year round."

"Some people think that physically and mentally disabled people should not continue their dreams of special forces, and even sports-related places must be kept away, but they are wrong - as a special personnel front-line combat force with brilliant achievements, the Special Forces First Operations Company has obviously knocked these discriminatory and unfair words into pieces."

My figure gradually became a little unstable, with a hazy expression and a vaguely happy but shocked. I couldn't believe that there would be such a miracle in the world. What's even more miraculous is that their confidentiality work can be so top-notch. Even elite troops like the Sharp Knife Squad may deny the existence of this force when they hear it. Renina in front of her took out a document from her pocket that would pop up the electronic screen, clamped it with her index and middle fingers, and pushed it in front of me.

"I'll wait for you to toast me a hundred cups."

When the file is opened, two broken but x-shaped electronic laser guns are stacked together in their image. Below the pattern are a few words neatly written in blue electronic copy - "Special First Operations Company".

"Hey...wait, since you have such skills, why don't you come to me when I was injured, but wait until a year later? And, I've never heard of you."

I suddenly felt that the logic of the commander in front of me was a bit like a three-year-old child, and I didn't understand why she wanted me to endure the double pain of flesh and soul for one more year. I even forgot to shout about the report and directly expose the confusion in my heart. The female soldier still looked like an iceberg queen, which made me push to the edge of anger.

"Even if you are drunk, you must not forget to call a report before the soldiers speak. And, my name is Renina, the company commander of the special combat company, not hello. As for your question? To be honest, we have selfish intentions, I want to see how strong your perseverance is in order to restore yourself to this matter, whether you will give up on yourself because of fatigue and failure, and whether you will start to hate and blame yourself because of paralysis. If you are the type of person you are talking about, then even if we return your body to a normal level, your sense of identification and inferiority deeply rooted in your heart will still swallow you up, and that mental state will not be suitable for becoming a war soldier. As a war soldier, the most important thing is self-confidence, and the indelible persistence and hope for life. I ask you, if you think you are already a disabled person, when you encounter a strong enemy, are you ready to be a deserter or wait to be used as a target?

Alas, I can find that although you seem to be very good at fighting and are very smart when fighting, you are really stupid when thinking about common sense issues. As one of the strongest special forces with high confidentiality, it is impossible to leak too much information. I guessed that this store was originally opened by our military, so would you make an appointment with you here?"

I pretended to be helpless when I heard this speechless answer, but looking at her serious appearance and the invitation letter in front of me, I didn't think the news came too late, but instead a brighter light of hope burned in my heart.

During the whole year when my legs were unable to move, I did fantasize countless times that I could stand up again, use my own strength to move my legs, let my hands return to freely pick up the steel gun, and return to the special forces to continue my dream of a special forces soldier, avenge my comrades who died in that battle, seek justice for my girlfriend who was accused of a dog traitor for no reason, and also vowed to prove it to my family members who looked down on me. I was not fighting for my dreams and ending up being paralyzed, but I would definitely become that elite again. The tenacity and durability of this appearance is not inconsistent with my inner sensitivity. Since there is a shortcut to take, I will try it out with all my strength.

"Report, wait. My name is Cheng Fengzhan, don't you call me."
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