Which father in the world is willing to see his son die? But Song Beiyun did not stop Goudan from going to the battlefield, nor did he stop him from taking the lead in charge. He knew that he might die, but he could only do so.

Now he is seriously injured, and the scars on his body make people feel goose bumps. If he hadn't been for his great fortune, he would have been left on the battlefield.

Goudan had no complaints, but Song Beiyun was filled with guilt, but no matter how guilty he felt, there was no way.

Before Goudan woke up earlier, Yang Wenguang had already come and argued with him, questioning why he had to let Goudan go for such a dangerous task. He is the eldest son and grandson, and if he loses it, something big will happen.

But Song Beiyun just said at that time, "Don't say that he is going to go, even if it's my turn, I have to go. Such reasons are not allowed. If you can choose whether to choose life or death, the country will be helpless. My Song Beiyun's son is a son, and isn't his son the son of Wang Gou Zuo Sun Ermazi? There is no high or low on the battlefield, only the division of responsibilities."

He is sadder than anyone else, but he really has no choice. Once Song Beiyun chooses, countless people will choose the same option as him later. Children who are officials and children of rich people will always be safe, while children of poor families should die?

Then who will defend the country in the end? Who will be willing to entrust the child to the country again? So this kind of problem cannot be called a problem at all. Even if it comes to that day, even Song Beiyun must rush forward with a gun.

Now everyone in the country knows that Song Beiyun is on the front line and his son is on the front line. Moreover, Song Beiyun agrees to join the suicide squad, which is setting a benchmark. Even if it is three hundred years or five hundred years in the future, as long as the benchmark is still there, the country will never collapse.

A war not only requires fighting spirit and momentum, but also a national destiny for the next few hundred years. Or he does not join the army. As long as he comes, his identity will not matter at all.

Everyone says that Song Beiyun is cruel, but those who understand know that only such people are worthy of controlling such a country and army.

"Father, I don't want military merits..." Goudan came to Song Beiyun with a cane. He was able to get out of bed and walk around. The recovery ability brought by his youth was really strong, but his physical weakness was visible. He was originally strong, but now the thin gust of wind could feel that he could blow away.

"Don't have military merits? Why?"

"My brothers were all killed in battle, and there were less than ten people left in the secret camp. I have no shame to lead military achievements by stepping on the lives of my comrades. Compared with the comrades who died, I am nothing. They are the real heroes."

"That's right." Song Beiyun nodded: "You are still alive and are already the biggest reward. But have you ever thought that if you refuse, should others refuse?"

"Ah...I...I'll just pick them up."

"Okay, you are so awesome. You said you gave up the military medal and gave up the military medal. What about the remaining people? You don't know what they paid to get such honors. You just say that you won't win the honor that others have for their lives. What should you do if they accept the award? Someone will definitely say why they can't learn from you, give up the honor, and war is for the country and the people, how can you still think about the reward?"

"this……"

"Not everyone is like you. Your father is Song Beiyun, but they are not. Some of them are injured and can no longer stay in the army. They have to rely on this money and honor to return to their hometown or live in peace or make an errand. So many people fight to the death, maybe just to be able to be looked up to by others in the future or to have a bright future. If you don't have the credit you give to others with just one word, what are you?"

Goudan opened his mouth but did not make a sound, while Song Beiyun just waved: "Go back and think it through."

Goudan, who was scolded by his father, limped out with crutches. Zhou Chengru, who had just left the wheelchair, sneaked in front of him, hit him with his shoulder and said with a smile: "I heard Dashen scold you, why did you mess with him?"

"It's okay." Goudan shook his head: "I deserve to scold."

Zhou Cheng knew the bad habits of these intellectuals, but he said indifferently: "Okay, don't be depressed. I heard that a restaurant with hometown dishes is opened in the city. I'll treat you to a meal. Let's have a drink. It's time to see the Chinese New Year."

"Drink...you know how to drink." After saying that, Goudan threw a pack of cigarettes from his hand: "I just touched it from my dad's desk, I gave it to you."

"You are so brave! Do you dare to steal this?"

"He is old and it's not good to smoke. He has been coughing recently, so I just touched him." Gou Dan gave Zhou Cheng a look: "I'm the first in touching the whistle."

"Let's go and have a drink, this cigarette is great, you can't buy it even if you have money."

After the Asian army occupied Berlin City, this month spent helping local residents to fully restore their production and life during the winter.

When the Asian army fought, the caravans followed wherever they were liberated. A large number of merchants would come here with all kinds of goods. The merchants had a sensitive sense of smell. They saw a large number of Song soldiers stationed here, so they could make a fortune in a few months. After all, these soldiers were generous and didn't have so many things to do. Moreover, the Asian army had strict military disciplines, and the Song army was particularly strict, which made them dare not give them money.

So this hometown cuisine is the favorite restaurant of the Expeditionary Force. If you go late, you have to queue up.

Although Goudan and Zhou Chengdu were injured, their casual clothes were still the training uniforms of the spy camp. The two of them walked slowly on the road like the world was incomplete, but as long as they were wearing military uniforms on the road, they would take the initiative to make way for them.

Wearing clothes from the secret agent camp and being injured like this, this is clearly the seed player who survived by chance. This is the real hero. If they hadn't fought with each other for death, I wouldn't know how many people would die during the siege before, and no one would know if they would die on the way to charge.

The elite spy battalion was exhausted, and I heard that there were less than ten people left, but only these ten people were usually treated to military salute even if the division commander saw them. These two people looked easy to bully, but now anyone who showed off his ability in front of them would be lighter when he went back to confinement.

"Brother Goudan, I think I'm awesome." Zhou Cheng smiled and said, "They look at us just like gods."

"Stop showing off, go..."

"What a pity..." Zhou Cheng suddenly sighed and said, "It would be great if the fat Niu Dazhuang and the others were still there. By the way, Lian Sheng wrote a letter some time ago, saying that he would go back after the New Year in the rear and let them go to his hometown to play when they have time, and he would go up the mountain to fight wild boars for us."

"This battle is almost done." Goudan suddenly sighed.

Since the 18th year of the New Calendar, and now the 23rd year of the New Calendar, it has been five years since the five years of war. After the past five years, Goudan saw countless people sacrificing in front of him, and his comrades changed one after another. In the end, the only people in the old army were left Zhou Cheng, a dog with a tough life, still alive and healthy life.

It's really sad.

But to be honest, Zhou Cheng is a tough guy. He participated in almost all the most intense battles in the Asian and European wars, and he broke into them as a sharp knife and performed countless deadly tasks, but he was able to come back alive, which is no longer something that ordinary people can do.

It is said that Zhou Cheng's military merits have already been very high. After the war, he will be promoted to school officials. Whether he can become a general depends on whether he is successful or not. However, Goudan estimated that Zhou Cheng's resignation will be the most time and most time, and he is basically a special combat hero.

A living special combat hero may be difficult to find several of them if you search the entire army.

Seeing Zhou Cheng's appearance, Goudan suddenly understood his father's words. People like Zhou Cheng who come to the army can only make a comeback with this level of honor? They do not have a "prince" halo like themselves, nor do they have a father like Song Beiyun. Their promotion is achieved through repeated battles and repeated battles.

Goudan may not know what others said, but he knew Zhou Cheng very well. He was fearless in every battle, otherwise he would not have arrived at the bottom of the bunker earlier than himself, and he would not have thought of dying with the bunker after being shot.

If such a person is criticized for himself, then Song Zhen deserves to be cut into pieces.

"I heard that we have all ratings for the titles after this time." Zhou Cheng sat at the dinner table and planned his future happily: "I heard that even if I return to the enemy after the war, I can arrange a very good job. Brother Goudan, do you think I can be a prisoner after I go back?"

"You're just a little bit of success?" Goudan said with a laugh and cry: "I thought you were going to be a prison chief?"

"An, you don't know. When I was a child, I saw those prisoners living a very comfortable life. I can't be the county magistrate, right? I'm different from you. I don't recognize many words, so I'm almost the same as a prisoner."

Goudan smiled and said, "Don't worry."

After saying that, he leaned into Zhou Cheng's ear and whispered: "I've inquired, you're going to be awarded a special rating."

"What?" Zhou Cheng couldn't react at once.

After Goudan repeated it, Zhou Cheng even forgot that his legs were lame, so he stood up in a flash, then he sat back on the wheelchair with a soft butt, screaming in pain.

"Look at your unpromising."

"Brother Goudan, don't coax me."

"What will I coax you?"

Zhou Cheng was so happy that he almost fainted. The special combat hero was not an honor that ordinary people could get. There were not many people in the army so far, and there was basically no possibility of living people. If you can get this title, you can't say that you have no worries about food and clothing. This is simply glorious and glorious.

How many opportunities does a man have to shine his family in his life?

"If my father knows, he will be so happy." Zhou Cheng was so excited that his eyes turned red: "When the time comes, I will see if the fat man in the village dares to bully me."

There is no grand sentiment or bold statement, just to "the fat man at the entrance of the village will not bully me", this is probably one of the real core demands of an ordinary person.

When Song Beiyun's words appeared in Goudan's mind again, they felt guilty. He was indeed the immature young man.

"Let's have a good meal today!" Zhou Cheng was so happy that he raised his hand and called the boss of his hometown dish: "What are the best dishes you have? Pick a few of them, and you need meat!"

Goudan shook his head with a smile, and the boss also walked up and leaned over and asked, "Are you two soldiers from the secret service camp?"

"Yes, what's wrong? I won't let you eat?"

"It's okay, but the small shop has a rule that heroes don't have to spend money on eating. You guys wait for a while and I'll go to the kitchen to prepare. Today I just bought some good pork from a local fellow villager, and I'll show you my hand."

At this moment, at the southwest border, at the foot of Meili Snow Mountain in Deqin, Yunnan, a ragged traveler stood under the towering Meili Snow Mountain with a stick on his back.

It is the sunrise at this moment, the fog dissipates, the snow-capped mountains reveal their true appearance, the sky is clear, and the golden light descends from the sky and shines on the top of the snow-capped mountains, just like the fairyland of the Heavenly Palace.

The traveler saw this scene and breathed a sigh of relief, and then knelt down with a thud. It was not because he was so pious, but because he had been in this 800-mile uninhabited area for fifteen days. The food and water were cut off, and he could no longer support him.

And just in this desperate moment, he trembled and took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, and poured out a pill that was sealed with wax from the outside. After hesitating for a while, he bit open the wax seal and then ate the stinky pill inside regardless of the smell.

But not long after he took the pill, he completely lost consciousness and rolled down from the top of the mountain.

I don't know how long it took him to wake up, but he was surprised to find that he could fall at least 300 meters away without any scars on his body, and even his hunger disappeared. He stood up and moved his hands and feet, and found that there was no problem with his whole body.

Even the stick I carried with me was broken into seven or eight pieces, but I seemed to have nothing to do with it. Even the injuries I had suffered before were completely healed.

"It's weird... aren't this dead?" Zhao Xing patted himself, but he didn't feel any pain. At this time, he looked up again: "No, this medicine is true..."

But now he doesn't care about the authenticity. The most important thing now is to be able to get out of this broken place. At least he has to find someone's place to settle down. Otherwise, if he meets a wolf pack one day, he will be pulled all over the ground at this time tomorrow.

Before leaving, he stood up again and looked at the vast snow-capped mountains in the distance: "It's really awesome."
Chapter completed!