"Please don't leave it for now or not, please give me a time limit for exercise."

The attempt to give the senior a chance to make a comeback, which was dormant in his mind and had been ready for a long time, surfaced like a bouncing water ball. The unwilling roar in his heart followed him through his throat, and the voice cords that were shocked by his strength and revolt in his own way were forced to appear on the surface, which became closer to hysteria, making me look more like an outbreak. However, the emotional fluctuations that were already common in Julian could not cause an uproar, and calm thinking would become a hotline for adding an awkward atmosphere and weakening self-esteem.

“——Well, the exercise time limit?”

I subconsciously thought that the one who stood up to answer the conversation should be the most slick among these soldiers, who can organize language and sarcastically, no matter when and where, or they can't stand it, and can only express themselves by roaring. The first impression is that Yang Liekuang, who must be avoided, but I was a little surprised but not very surprised. I even realized that for the old routine that is not worth mentioning, the familiar and serious female voices came to take my words in a casual manner.

The reason why I was unexpected is that I think this person is too mysterious. He does not say 100% confident words such as "every time, he will come out halfway". However, at least nine times of ten times, it makes ordinary people feel mysterious in their hearts, but they can only sigh secretly: It is worthy of being the highest commander of a special combat company. It can be said that he is coming and going without a trace. If such shadow tactics can be flexibly applied to actual combat, the enemy should be scared and at a loss or even panic, but this type is obvious to the bottom.

The reason why I was not too surprised was that I had a good first-line daily life at least for two months in Yu Te's first combat company. I was visually tired of seeing her as a bit like an immortal, and the way her soldiers were traveling around. I could definitely describe her as a habit and insidious.

However, after going around, she still returns to the essence. The arrogance revealed in her tone was obvious, but the slight doubts were also extremely easy to capture. She could not fully agree with the meaning of the above words and clearly conveyed to my ears. I knew that a lot of truth would come later. However, as an ordinary but not ordinary soldier of special organization, treating her current company's highest commander, she must do it to listen carefully and remember the teachings of her superiors.

Seeing that I was a little calmer than the previous moment, she continued to say: "A warm and lovely senior, a senior who is equal and supportive of each other, netizens who have never met but who have sent carbon from the air may give you the opportunity to "take it step by step", but if you go to the real battlefield in the next second, and face the enemy who aims at you with real guns and cannons and prepares to place you in the burial place, maybe before your words are finished successfully and neatly, you have turned into a soul and melted into the endless night sky, without any rift of speaking.

Just because they are truly vicious and dangerous, the extremely cruel and cruel outlaws have long lost their rationality at unknown moments. When they choose to step into the path of no return, we can no longer measure their hearts and thoughts with the scales of ordinary people, and we cannot evaluate what they do with human standards, because they are not worthy of being called humans, and they are not considered humans at that moment."

What she said was very true.

Those who stand on our own will give me the opportunity to make a comeback or exercise hard as much as possible, just because they have a certain degree of expectations for me, and they will hope that I will move towards higher peaks, so that I can witness my standing above the peak, and everything is captured by me with a proud look, just because they are comrades who are kind to me, trust me, and have a unified position with me.

But for the violent people who have lost their minds and human nature, any soldier in military uniform will be defined as "an enemy worthy of hatred". For us soldiers who are guarding the safety of the side, those who violate sovereignty or trampling on the bottom line will also be labeled as "an enemy that endangers security", and the two are similar in nature.

But no matter from any camp perspective, if the enemy does not decisively and directly defeat the opponent when they are low in combat, they still need to wait for him to gain weight in the future, become a more stubborn and powerful opponent before fighting hard, then they may only understand that the idiot with a stubborn brain, or the Virgin who is indescribable.

"So, Cheng Fengzhan No. 666, although we can indeed strengthen the training efforts again, increase real combat multiple times, and carry out secondary power transformation of your body after a period of time, such as configuring a fusion mechanical exoskeleton, strengthening the power of the internal electronic spine, etc., to improve your combat level again and gradually keep up with the overall pace of the company.

But there is an old saying that "it's like reading a stereotyped Chinese document, but it's not so easy to do." The process of gradual advancement will still be as arduous as previous basic rehabilitation. You even need to endure the test of more things that are difficult for normal people to tolerate.

To say something you may not want to hear, after all, your body is not like a regular soldier. Assuming that there is no modern technology to help you, maybe you and the special forces are completely out of reach. You can only be like the dream of perfecting the outer space in your dream, leaving regrets but can no longer soothe this will. You will be addicted to the painful nightmare all day long. But now you have the opportunity to see the dawn of hope again. I think you, who have experienced so many things, don’t understand the truth that ‘you always have to endure the long night before you can usher in the dawn, and you can see the sun rising from the east’.”

What she said was very true.

From the words she spit out, we can know that even if I can run, jump and perform tactical actions, I have no limit on my space in any aspect and still have to accept more severe and high-intensity challenges before I can reach out to touch the line called Qualification.

It sounds frustrating, disheartening, and discouraged. If it is a person with weak psychological endurance, he may even have the idea of ​​giving up and compromise. But from the perspective of positive and negative theory, isn’t this a clear and implicit metaphor for me to have full confidence and hope?

Perhaps it is difficult for ordinary people who are rough, but I have experienced many events like this, and the person who has made the inner world extremely rich, has realized that this passage also contains trust. "I am indeed a possessor of extraordinary courage and abilities that cannot be underestimated. I crawl up step by step, and finally stand on the throne of despising all enemies and watching the sunset side by side with the comrades in the company." It is easy to do, and this is probably the sensitivity and delicacy that is what the saying goes.

I think what she said is:

The road ahead is still long, you need to be aware of suffering.

As expected, it is the same as my speculation.

The ending of the other party's serious and calm words was clear and neatly thrown off, especially the last revelatory and powerful words that circled in my mind continuously, vaguely telling me that the future will be very difficult and I need to be prepared to do my best.

But the endless and pure darkness in front of me and the dizziness of the darkness appeared again in an instant, and gradually I could not sense the fear of my lower limbs spread out from my heart. Whether I was rubbing my eyes with all my strength or blinking my eyes hard to restore the light that had remained a few seconds ago, I could not see the scenery normally; no matter how I hit my head desperately or shook my head hard, I could not let the severe dizziness go away, nor did I know where I was.

But I seem to understand what this means, just because it was the same last time.

"...I know that you can never chase the wind with your feet, so why not become an unrestrained undead? You don't need to be shackles on your legs to hinder your happiness, and you don't have to feel pain in your legs anymore. Come on, don't be afraid, gently stretch your hands and let me take you to a place where there is no pain forever. We and they are just interpreting goodbye."

The gentle and gentle phone ringtones that penetrated into the soft and gentle bits of despair kept echoing in the cramped bedroom. It was like the affectionate call of the angel Satan from the fallen into hell, and like the soul repentance song played by black and white impermanence and death at the same time. It was more like the reflection of the inner heart of the contradiction that was about to rush to death with a smile but still had a full mark on the world. Because it was set for the phone ringtone, this folk song that was so sad but brave that it felt very distant and loud, and must be clamored until I woke up until my own hands closed it.

——Sleep forever in suffering.

This is a musician with paralyzed legs and fighting with his own disease for more than ten years, but was eventually swallowed by the ubiquitous and invincible black emotions, leaving behind the lyrics before hanging himself.

The reason why I use this pessimistic and desperate song as a mobile phone alarm is not only because the lyrics deeply touched my heart, but also because I firmly believe that I am a helpless body compared to that brave man: bipolar disorder and paralysis in the lower body are intertwined and mixed together, complex trauma and pathological memories, enduring extremely painful symptoms day and night, and fighting the fluctuating emotions all the time.

Including but not limited to these, we can summarize it in words that it makes people feel negative: everything is not enough to see a ray of light, let alone being able to stand in the gentle sunshine to appreciate the beauty of the world, my life is full of despair and distress, not to mention that I still firmly believe that it will recover or not, and not going straight to hell to find the best guardian, is already a great courage.

Maybe someone will say:

The best color is red because it is as gorgeous as life blooms; the best water is a novel drink on the market, because it is indeed as delicious as the trademark is written; the best guardian is the great and extraordinary God, because He is the God who controls everything in the world, the master in charge of birth, old age, sickness and death, and life experience. Even if he has the identity of an archangel, he must believe and obey His commands without doubt.

But for me:

The best color is black, because it will become the final destination for each of us; the most beautiful flower is the red shore flower, because its beauty goes straight to the purgatory of the underworld; the best water is Mengpo soup, because it will instantly forget all the troubles; the best guardian is Satan mentioned above, because only He dares to lead the indignant angels to rise up against the arrogant God, and only He can make God who makes mankind misery feel panic.

Um?

It's really a big mistake. I'm just playing with a hot joke. At best, I'm venting my emotions. Don't mistakenly think that I'm the kind of black-sweet boy who cuts my hands with potato chips, uses tomato sauce as blood, and then pshes it into black and white pictures and sends them to social software to gain sympathy.

The ringtones were still noisy over and over again.

I don’t know how long it took, so I could only describe it as “at first I didn’t feel at all, but I just held the mentality that it would automatically close down anyway, ignoring it and then closing my eyes and resting."

But things are not as simple as I think. Perhaps my ears were consciously or unintentionally tired of the cycle of sorrow and music. It subconsciously produced a strong protest idea, and this irritable repulsion was no exception and keenly captured by the brain. It resonated with the hearing cells and naturally would not sit and wait for death. It "can overcome fatigue and distress no matter what, open its sleepy eyes, no matter how weak or incompetent the arms, they must call this when people sleep, and have to press and drag it off and drag it on the blacklist forever."

But when I raised my hand and rubbed the "miss" on my eyes, I tried hard to grab the black Apple phone with a white charging data cable connected to the cabinet next to the sickbed, and handed it to my eyes weakly and tremblingly to press the unlock button. The white words "5:03 in the morning" were clearly written in the upper middle of the screen. I was about to see which ungrateful person was constantly sending a series of harassment buttons to me, but I was stunned by surprise, but I resisted not hanging up directly or dragged it into the blacklist.

It is just because the caller is not some inexplicable advertisers, nor is it an unknown number marked as a fraudulent call, nor is it anonymous harassment abroad that is unknown.

But I feel that Lin Moli is extremely close and familiar.
Chapter completed!