The best of the grass is the hero, and the special group of the beast is the male, both of which can despise everything and be proud of the group.

This is a hero.

People dare not do, when people dare not do, the ability to turn the tide is about to fall, help the building in the will fall, can be the phase, can be the will, and exist in the long life.

This is the big hero.

Loyal to the country, no complaints and no regrets, horse leather shroud, as if death; Life can be determined in all directions, death also shocks the charm, a battle flag provokes the soul of a warrior, and a wisp of wind and sand sculpture is the hero.

Thousands of miles of yellow sand, deep in the lonely smoke, you can see the soldier - he is the hero of the country!

……

Kahalman Martyrs Cemetery.

This is a cemetery that does not exist on the map, does not exist on navigation, and is located in the deepest part of the vast Gobi in the northwest.

The endless Gobi Desert, the untouchable sky, the unique dry wind in the northwest, and the yellow grass make the cemetery seem so lonely that it is about to be forgotten by the world.

"One cup of respect for the sky, one cup of respect for the loess, and then respect me, and wait for the soul to return to the motherland without sacrifice-"

In the cemetery, a middle-aged man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist held up the liquor and made a hoarse voice in front of a total of 42 graves, new and old.

He poured half a bottle on the ground, then tilted his head back and poured the remaining half bottle, closing his eyes full of pain.

Because he drank in a hurry, the liquor flowed from the corners of his mouth, and as the liquor flowed, hot tears flowed from his closed eyes.

"Babble-"

The babbling of babies suddenly sounded, making this lonely martyr's cemetery suddenly rise with a completely different atmosphere.

The middle-aged man has a cloth bag hanging on his chest, and inside is a small baby, sitting in it with a ***, biting his fingers with a drooling mouth, staring up with big black and white eyes, innocent.

The very different breath is the baby's body, and in the place where the body is stored, he represents the hope and continuation of life.

"Ahh - " The middle-aged man suddenly let out a cry of pain, tears rolled down, and he fell heavily to his knees.

This is despair, this is heartbreaking, this is a man's collapse!

There was a dusty off-road vehicle parked at the entrance of the cemetery, and two lieutenant colonel officers stood there straight, looking at the middle-aged man who was crying inside.

Their eyes were red, already moist.

"I've never seen a chief of staff look like now...... one officer said in a choked voice.

"A soldier is also a human being, and the chief of staff also has seven emotions and six desires, even if he is a great hero of the country!"

"Hero...... We all want to be heroes, but not everyone can have the backbone of a hero and endure endless sacrifices. ”

“……”

The middle-aged man in the cemetery who broke down and cried with a baby was named Ge Xianzhi, a professional soldier who went from a teenager to the peak of a man.

At the age of twenty, Ge Xianzhi was already a hero; At the age of thirty, Ge Xianzhi was already a big hero; At the age of thirty-five, Ge Xianzhi was the hero of the country in everyone's mouth.

Heroes don't cry, heroes are full of tears.

"Hubble? ……”

The baby made another sound, stretched out its chubby little hand and touched Ge Xianzhi's rough cheek, stained with tears on his hand.

The little guy grinned, put his tear-stained fingers in his mouth and sucked desperately, his mouth deflated, and he began to cry.

"Wow wow...... Wow wow wow......"

The father is crying, the son is crying, and it seems that this little child can also feel the pain in his father's tears.

The wind grew stronger, and the child was tired of crying, and fell asleep on his father's broad chest.

Ge Xianzhi slowly stood up, glanced at the forty-two graves, stretched out his powerful left hand to protect the baby on his chest, and turned around and walked outside the cemetery.

"Chief of Staff!" Two lieutenant colonel officers immediately stepped forward.

Their eyes when they looked at Ge Xianzhi were full of admiration, because in front of them was a real hero, a living hero, the only surviving soldier.

"My business is ......" As soon as he said half of the words, Ge Xianzhi's face became flushed, and his right hand pressed his left chest fiercely and coughed violently: "Ahem, cough, cough...... cough cough cough cough ......"

He turned his head vigorously, his body trembling violently, and the red blood foam spurted out and fell to the ground, stained yellow sand dotted with stars.

"Chief of Staff, your wounded ......"

Ge Xianzhi stretched out his rough hand and wiped his mouth heavily, gently stroked the baby again, and shook his head at the two officers.

"I'm done, it's time to go."

"Yes, it's time to go, everyone in the military district is waiting for you, waiting for your award ceremony."

The respect in the eyes of the lieutenant colonel officer was even stronger, and he didn't know how the man in front of him could do it, and at the age of thirty-five in peacetime, he became a colonel and became a major general for the post of chief of staff of the military region.

This is a sign of a man's rise to the top, an existence that can make any wild male creature, any unstoppable rebel, or any arrogant and domineering tyrant have to surrender.

It is only a matter of time before he breaks the routine and becomes a general, or the position of a general has been reserved for Ge Xianzhi.

"The name of this cemetery is Kahalman, which means hero." Ge Xianzhixue pointed to the cemetery behind him and said, "There is a soldier for each grave. ”

The two officers stood straight and straight with serious faces, and they knew what this cemetery meant.

"But all the graves are empty, you know?"

Empty?

The two officers were stunned.

"There is no return, there is no grave for death, here...... It's just a thought, a place where they can burn paper money, so that they are not so lonely! Ge Xianzhi's eyes resurfaced with pain, and he said self-deprecatingly: "Chief of Staff? I don't do it, I don't dare to step on my brother's corpse to enjoy the glory. I'm Ge Xianzhi, not a hero, where I'm going back and forth from. ”

"But ......"

"Ahem, ahem...... cough cough cough ......" Ge Xianzhi coughed violently again, bringing out countless blood foams.

He looked down at the baby on his chest, his face was smiling, his eyes were full of helplessness, but the lines at the corners of his mouth were extremely hard, revealing a bitter sense of responsibility.

Two off-road vehicles came from a distance, and the leaders came to pick him up and take him back to participate in the award and promotion ceremony.

Ge Xianzhi raised his head and stared, and he could even see the old leader waving vigorously to him from the car window.

"Guns."

The officer was stunned for a moment, and immediately took out a rifle from the car and handed it over, knowing that this was the final procedure for entering this cemetery to sweep the tombs, and saluting the resting heroic souls with the sound of gunfire.

Taking the rifle, Ge Xianzhi stroked it lightly, and then suddenly raised the gun and shot at the fast-moving off-road vehicle seven hundred meters away.

"Bang!"

Shots rang out, and the front tire of an off-road vehicle was blown out and plunged headlong into the sand.

At the same time, Ge Xianzhi's second shot rang out, bursting the rear tire of another off-road vehicle, causing it to instantly lose its balance and plunge into the sand pit.

The two lieutenant colonel officers were stunned, not only because the man in front of them shot at the off-road vehicle, but also because he actually used an ordinary rifle to carry out accurate sniping on tires with a speed of 80 miles per hour at a distance of 700 meters!

What a lot of computing power is needed, and what a lot of precise control is required!

You must know that ordinary rifles can no longer be accurate at a distance of 400 meters, Ge Xianzhi uses the rifle as a sniper rifle, and uses mechanical sights.

Seven hundred meters away, the old leader on the off-road vehicle jumped down, anxiously called Ge Xianzhi's name, and ran towards him.

Ge Xianzhi didn't hear it, he threw the gun to the lieutenant colonel officer, drove away directly, threw all the soldiers down, threw all the old leaders down, and threw down his legendary life.

In the rearview mirror, a high-powered old leader chased the car, shouted loudly, and tried his best to keep him, but unfortunately everything was in vain.

"Ahem, cough, cough......" Ge Xianzhi coughed again, and after a little calm, he muttered to himself: "The soldiers are gone, our responsibilities to men have been fulfilled, and the next ...... Let me do my duty as a good father. ”

From where to go back, Ge Xianzhi will leave forever.

……

The wind rises, and the sand is rambling.

A battle flag provokes the soul of a warrior, and a wisp of wind and sand carves the hero.

The yellow sand is thousands of miles, the lonely smoke is in the depths, and there are no soldiers-