"How is Su Guo?" Xiaojun's expression was better when he heard that the soldiers were fine, and immediately asked Su Guo, who seemed to be the worst injured.

"He was very lucky. There was a broken badge in his pocket on his chest, which just blocked the strength of the bullet and only wiped the skin. Otherwise, the position was facing the heart, which would be very dangerous. He was just fainted by the impact of the bullet, and he probably woke up." Song Jingwen had not changed her identity in her mind yet. Not only did she give strong orders to the reconnaissance battalion, but she was still calm in the face of the front-line commander-in-chief.

Dashan and Wang Zhi stood silently not far behind Xiaojun since just now. When they heard that Su Guo was fine, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go and have a look." Xiaojun did not look back. Dashan and Wang Zhi also knew that this sentence was said to him, and followed Xiaojun's footsteps to the bedside of Su Guo.

Looking at the broken badge beside the bed, Xiaojun smiled for the first time since entering the tent, and said to himself: "Do you carry it with you?"

Dashan and Wang Zhi took out a badge with not exquisite workmanship from their top pockets and whispered: "How can you not bring it with you? This is our lifelong glory." This badge is a symbol of identity issued to every soldier when they graduated from the Soldier King Training Base.

Su Guo slowly opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was Xiaojun.

"Xiaojun?" He said that and was about to sit up.

"Recover your wounds well. This time you have a great life. Take it with you and block the bullet for you." Xiaojun held the broken badge in his hand and gently placed it in Su Guo's hand.

Seeing that Su Guo was fine, Xiaojun turned around and walked towards the injured soldiers and did not say more.

Su Guo felt that Xiaojun was not the one he used to be on weekdays, but more like the instructor. This did not appear on him often, and he couldn't help but look hungry and confused in his eyes.

"Old Su, you are going to go far if you are shot. Lao Wang and I were kicked by the instructor. Don't mess with him at this time, you are angry." Dashan covered his stomach that was slightly painful and whispered in Su Guo's ear.

"What's wrong?" Su Guo asked in confusion.

Wang Zhi whispered in his ear what had just happened.

Whenever Xiaojun walked to the injured soldier's bed, the soldiers on the bed called out to the instructor from the bottom of their hearts. Even those soldiers who had not received that training camp, they secretly admired them when they heard that all the skills they had learned and practiced on weekdays came from the young man in front of them. Especially after seeing Dashan and Wang Zhi's attitude towards him, they understood more clearly why this army had achieved such achievements. The people in front of them were the real soul of this army.

"Recover well and strive for a quick recovery." Xiaojun said the same thing to every soldier. His expression was no longer the indifference he had just faced with Dashan and Wang Zhi, but the deep concern from the heart.

Cao Ping said to the staff officers around him, Liu Gang, Song Jingwen and others: "This is a unit with a real military soul. When this soul appears, this unit will become an iron army. It seems that Zuo Hao Army is the military soul of this unit and the first military commander of this unit."

After all, Liu Gang and others had seen Xiaojun's officer certificate. As a military supervisor at a battalion level, there was nothing strange about a colonel. When he heard Cao Ping's words, he just nodded and admired Xiaojun very much. He was able to train such a force, which must have strong military qualities and personal charm. He implemented the orders without any hesitation from the entire battalion. Then, the only person lying on the hospital bed was him when he was receiving treatment. It can be seen that Xiaojun, as the spiritual pillar of this force, has been deeply imprinted into the hearts of every soldier.

Song Jingwen looked at the figure and found that she could no longer understand him. She really couldn't connect the big boy who always smiled, had no temper, and was bullied by the female soldiers with the iron-blooded officer in front of her. At this time, she herself did not realize that the image of the three people in Dashan's omnipotent soldier king in her mind had changed into the figure of that boy, a boy four years younger than her.

Long Yi's figure appeared in the tent. Xiaojun turned around almost every bed at this time. When he saw Long Yi walking to his side a few steps, his eyes were full of questions.

"No problem, Long Er and Long San have set off. They fly over directly by the helicopter and can do it tonight." Long Yi said to Xiaojun and Cao Ping. Only the two of them understood the meaning of this sentence.

Cao Ping's eyes showed a look of surprise. He thought that the crisis that troubled the east and west for many days was about to be resolved, how could he not be happy?

When Xiaojun heard Long Yi's words, his eyes showed a deep chill. Black Hawk, it's time to pay off his debts. Tonight, it's the day when the Black Hawk fell.

At this time, the troops supporting the reconnaissance battalion returned to the camp, and the bodies of dozens of soldiers were brought back by the support troops and placed under a hill beside the camp.

Hearing the news, Xiaojun did not say a word and walked out of the camp. Dashan and Wang Zhi followed Xiaojun closely with the soldiers outside the tent. Even some slightly injured soldiers endured the pain and stood up from the hospital bed and followed everyone to go.

Song Jingwen also followed the injured soldiers and followed Xiaojun together and arrived at the hill beside the camp.

Xiaojun stood in front of dozens of corpses, his eyes suddenly dimmed.

Maotou is a Northeast boy of the same age as him. He followed him and asked many questions every day.

Lao Hou, a nearly 30-year-old soldier, comes from a poor countryside. He once told himself that he must work hard in the army. His parents, younger brothers and sisters at home are proud of him as a soldier.

Dalin, a free and easy man, has a paranoid love for guns and has to wipe his machine gun every day.

Looking at these familiar or unfamiliar bodies, Xiaojun took off his hat and saluted a military salute. All the officers and soldiers of the reconnaissance battalion following Xiaojun took off their hats and saluted at the same time. In addition to deep sadness, some younger soldiers also wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes.

"Bring their ashes back to China." Xiaojun whispered.

When Dashan heard Xiaojun's words, he brought some soldiers to pick up branches nearby. Xiaojun squatted down, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, gently wiped the dust and blood from the warrior in front of him, and covered the eyes of the sacrificed warrior with his hands, and helped him close the tightly staring eyes.

The officers of the reconnaissance battalion behind him walked forward one after another. Whether it was the instructor Wang Zhi or the squad leader, he learned the actions of Xiaojun and sorted out the final appearance for the sacrificed soldiers. Everyone was so serious and focused.

All the sacrificed soldiers were neatly placed on the branches. One by one, the soldiers walked forward, took a last look at their former comrades and gave them their last journey.

The fire ignited. Looking at the soldiers who died in the fire, Xiaojun took a light machine gun from the soldiers behind him and said to the fire: "Brothers, go all the way, and the blood debt must be repaid with blood. My Zuo Haojun's promise." After that, he held up his gun and pulled the trigger into the sky.

"Pongpong!!!"

Song Jingwen stood on one side and happened to see Xiaojun's eyes at this time. What kind of eyes were there, sadness, pain, hatred, perseverance, murderous intent~~~~~, Song Jingwen knew that it would be hard to forget the boy's eyes at this time in this life.

When the soldiers of the reconnaissance battalion returned to the camp, everyone noticed the changes that had happened to them. Everyone had deep sadness and strong anger in their eyes. The sadness was because of the departure of their comrades, and anger was for today's shame. As the instructor said, blood debts will eventually be repaid with blood. This is an eternal truth. Every soldier wrapped a handkerchief in his hand with a small handful of ashes burned by the fire. These ashes were like departing comrades, who would witness the arrival of that moment.

It was getting dark and two helicopters arrived at the camp. Two big men walked off the plane, ignored anyone, and got straight into Xiaojun's tent.

It was time for dinner. Song Jingwen hesitated in front of Xiaojun's tent for a long time before walking forward and calling Xiaojun in front of the tent. She didn't get a response for a long time. She pushed open the tent door in confusion. The empty tent was only the new recruit's uniform placed on the bed.

Command post, Liu Gang pushed the door and walked in.

"Are they leaving?" Cao Ping asked lightly.

"Well, I've been walking for a while, four people, four-piece combat equipment." Liu Gang's tone was a little uncertain. He couldn't believe that the four people could wipe out the Black Hawk. At least he should take the soldiers of the reconnaissance battalion together, and then encircle them after the encirclement so that the opponent would not be run away.
Chapter completed!