Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 1120 System, I admit that I spoke a little loudly before

"I'm sorry, we tried our best."

"You, what did you say?"

"I'm sorry, old man, please accept my condolences..."

Upon hearing the bad news, Zhao Haiguo fainted and was quickly helped away by his uncle.

As the lights in the operating room went out, the lights in the entire corridor dimmed.

The doctor took everyone away, but the door of the operating room was left open.

Qin Feng saw at a glance the figure covered with white cloth on the operating table and the pale arm hanging down.

He stood up in a daze, feeling dizzy and his feet seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, making every step extremely difficult.

As he walked to the operating table step by step, his whole body seemed to be soaked in sweat.

He raised his hand, wanting to uncover the white cloth, but he never had the courage to see him for the last time.

......

Funeral music, solemn and dignified.

There were a large number of wreaths placed around, with elegiac couplets written on them.

In the center of the auditorium, there is a crystal coffin surrounded by flowers.

Directly in front of him was a huge black-and-white photo showing Zhao Pengfei's resolute face.

Everyone present looked sad, especially the soldiers Zhao Pengfei had led, who were in tears.

Li Jiasheng held Qin Feng's hand and burst into tears: "Brother Feng, you have to avenge the old squad leader. He hasn't married yet, he hasn't started a family yet, and he's only in his early thirties!"

"He shouldn't be lying in a cold crystal coffin. He still has many ideals and ambitions that have not been realized!"

"I'm just temporarily filling in for him as the acting special operations company commander. I have to return it to him when he comes back. How am I supposed to return it now? What am I supposed to use to pay it back?"

Qin Feng: “…”

Qin Feng didn't say anything. He just patted Li Jiasheng's painful expression.

Qi Meng followed, "Brother Feng, my Black Dragon Eighteen Moves have been perfected. I can now fight against the old squad leader."

"I went to military school and became smarter. How could he leave before I could become the pride of the old squad leader?"

"I don't believe this is true. Is this a farce, just a huge joke?"

Qin Feng: “…”

Qi Meng burst into tears, but Qin Feng still didn't say anything.

He didn't know what to say. Although he felt uncomfortable, he didn't feel heartbroken.

He was very anxious, but he didn't know what he was anxious about. He wanted to speak but couldn't open his mouth.

The Chen Sanxi in front of him had lost a lot of weight and was no longer fat and round.

Instead, he had a simple and honest look on his face, spoke haltingly, and spoke in the Nanhe dialect.

"Hey, my old squad leader, they say when fellow villagers meet, their eyes sparkle. Why did you just leave us like this?"

"You haven't tasted many of the dishes I made, and you haven't eaten the big meat buns I made either."

"You haven't even seen the soldiers I lead. That guy is a very good pastry chef. He can make bread, egg tarts, and pizza."

"Brother Feng, don't you think so? Don't you think so?"

Chen Sanxi was crying and holding Qin Feng tightly.

He cried the most sadly, like a child, and no one could persuade him to stop.

Ge Zhiyong rubbed his eyes, came to Qin Feng, and said with great sorrow: "Qin Feng, why didn't you protect him back then?"

"You are so powerful, and a special hero, why did you let him get hurt so badly?"

"The murderer is still alive, but Old Zhao has passed away forever."

"What kind of soldier are you? What kind of farm are you leading? Where is your ability?"

Qin Feng was sprayed with spit in the face, but he still didn't say anything.

He just let Ge Zhiyong and Guo Haitao attack him crazily.

He felt very guilty in his heart. If he had not been involved in the internal disputes on the farm, Zhao Pengfei would not have been in trouble at all.

Soldiers can die on the battlefield, die under enemy bullets and artillery fire.

But if one dies at the hands of justice or conspiracy, it is tragic and the greatest shame.

Qin Feng clenched his fists, anger rising in his chest, but it was soon interrupted by Long Tianye's self-blaming cry.

Long Tianye slapped his face over and over again until his cheeks were swollen: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"It's all my fault. I didn't protect Zhao Pengfei well. If I had sailed a little faster or deviated a little, he wouldn't be in any trouble!"

"It was me who harmed him. It was me who failed to protect Zhao Pengfei. I don't deserve to be a soldier. I don't deserve to wear this uniform!"

Qin Feng just watched silently, watching them appear in front of him one by one like slides.

Each of them had a lot to say to themselves and to Zhao Pengfei, but there was always something in between.

Soon, Lu Chong walked onto the stage with a heavy face, solemnly read out the eulogy for him, and awarded Zhao Pengfei the title of martyr.

After the memorial service, Qin Feng watched helplessly as the crystal coffin was wheeled away, into the crematorium, and into the crematorium where a blazing fire was burning...

......

Qin Feng's body was a little unsteady. He took two steps back, staggered and fell backwards.

By the time I had stood firm, I had arrived at the entrance of the Martyrs' Cemetery. It was quiet all around and there was no one around.

He was holding a wooden box in his hand. On the box was a small photo of Zhao Pengfei and above it was a folded flag.

Qin Feng marched in step, walking towards the tombstone in front of him.

He placed the urn in the grave, straightened the flags, and replaced the marble slab.

Just as he saluted and turned to leave, he heard a familiar voice.

"The monument stands tall in the sand, and the green mountains comfort the loyal souls!"

"Comrades, this is the focus of our training this time, and it's also where our ancestors rest in peace!"

"Now, here's a task. Take out your towels and water bottles and wipe the martyrs' tombstones!"

Suddenly, there were many familiar figures in the cemetery.

They squatted there, wiping the dust off the stone tablet with kettles and towels they carried with them.

Look carefully, aren’t those Li Jiasheng, Qi Meng, Chen Sanxi and others from the recruit company?

"Monitor."

"what happened?"

"Do you think we will suddenly become martyrs one day?"

"Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains, and the final destination of soldiers is the battlefield...When the country is in danger and the people are threatened, I am willing to follow in the footsteps of my ancestors and become a martyr."

"Squad leader, if I ever end up on the battlefield, I will definitely take the bullet for you."

"Hahaha, then it's a deal. You'll have my back when the time comes."

Looking at the two figures squatting in front of the white nameless tombstone with a red five-pointed star printed on it, wiping it.

Qin Feng's eyes were moist, and a complex and reluctant emotion surged from his throat, making him involuntarily shout out two words.

"Squad leader..."

"Hey!"

Zhao Pengfei, who was squatting there, turned around.

He smiled at Qin Feng, and then his figure slowly faded away.

"No, no, it shouldn't be like this!"

Qin Feng shook his head vigorously, resisting madly.

Immediately afterwards, he fell forward as if he had missed a step on the stairs.

With a jolt of his body, his consciousness finally broke free. He looked at the familiar environment of the hospital corridor, the anxiously waiting Li Jiasheng and others, and the red light "In Operation" on the door of the operating room.

Qin Feng realized that it was a dream, but the tears in the corners of his eyes were real.

"Having a nightmare?"

In front of him, Wei Shanhe, wearing a shirt, handed him a glass of water.

He knew that Qin Feng hadn't had a good rest for several days and was under tremendous psychological pressure.

If you fall asleep at this time, nightmares are inevitable...

Qin Feng glanced at the military uniform that did not belong to him and reached out to take the water cup: "Thank you, Chief."

Before Wei Shanhe could say anything, the door of the operating room suddenly opened and a gray-haired director walked out guiltily.

"I'm sorry, we tried our best..."

"Buzz!"

Qin Feng's ears were buzzing and his head felt like it was exploding.

Through the crack in the door, he saw a hanging arm, but this time it was not a dream, but real.

Qin Feng's eyes instantly turned red, and he frantically called out in his mind: "System, system, system, get out here, get out here!!"

And at this moment, the system finally responded.

[Detected that the host is carrying a general star, congratulations to the host for completing the task ahead of schedule! ]

[Zhao Pengfei, who is on the verge of death, has begun to lock his blood. His body function recovery progress is 0.01%...]

[Friendly reminder: The effects of recovery progress and learning improvement are weakened versions of the main system, and the target object cannot sense the existence of the system! ]

Qin Feng stared in amazement at the military uniform draped over him, as well as the rank of Major General on it. "System, I admit that I spoke a little loudly earlier! But, are you really not kidding me?"

"You know, this crappy mission is just about recognizing military rank, why would I bother with so much effort???"