C3 I'm back!
I'm back!
Chapter Three I'm Back
Standing in front of the school gates, my thoughts went back to that moment. Seven years ago, because I beat up the principal in this place, I was forced by my father to be sent to the army, and my military career began!
"It's been seven years, and I'm back!" I murmured.
At this moment, my eyes started to blur. I don't know why, maybe it was due to my reluctance to leave the army, or perhaps it was due to my longing for this place.
I raised my head so that my tears wouldn't fall. A man doesn't cry easily, let alone a soldier like me!
Huaxia, J province, where I was born and raised, the air seemed to be different, suffused with the smell of home.
Although I'm part of a Chinese army, but in all these years, I haven't been in China and have been doing all sorts of secret missions around the world.
Every country had a special confidential force, and China was no exception. External affairs were definitely just a warehouse, cafeteria, or even logistics, but to the enemy, it was a sharp knife that pierced through their hearts!
Seven years ago, when I first entered the army, I was like the other recruits. Every day, I trained, drilled, ate, slept, and strictly followed the rules of the army.
At that time, I thought I would be like most of my comrades, honing myself in the army for two years before I returned home.
Even though we were in the army, even though there were strict rules and regulations, my domineering personality hadn't changed since I was young. Fighting with my comrades, the class monitor, and even the other leaders still happened frequently.
Although I am not a good soldier because of these things in everyone's eyes, my training results are still the best. It's not that I am very smart, it's because I don't want to be trampled on by anyone. I have to do everything I can, no matter what, even if there is someone better than me, it would be impossible!
So, when I was in school, although I often skipped classes, fought, and intimidated the teachers, my grades were still among the top few in the whole school. This made the teachers hate and love me!
And so, after the new camp was over, I was assigned to the warehouse, to be the warehouse manager!
When this news was announced, I was very displeased. Based on my results, I should be able to become an outstanding scout. Although I usually fight and don't follow the rules, it wasn't enough for me to become a warehouse manager.
The orders are like mountains, there's no way to change it, and I can't not go. After all, the army is not opened by my family, it's not a place I can come and go as I please, and furthermore, even if I were able to go, my father would probably send me back here.
But when I got to the door of the warehouse, I was really shocked. It was not as cluttered as I had imagined. On the contrary, there were armed guards guarding the door. Entering the warehouse required entering the password and fingerprints, as well as face brushing and voice control before the door could be opened.
Wasn't this supposed to be a condition of a warehouse? Wasn't the warehouse supposed to be in the wrong corner, a place with few people and no one interested in it?
The warehouse was even larger than three football fields, with all sorts of weapons and equipment available. There were also many I could not even remember the names of, and the training grounds and props were many times better than when I was in the new barracks.
Was this really a warehouse?
"Gather!" Just as I was deep in doubt, the old soldier who brought me here almost scared me to death with his slogan.
Ten seconds, yes, just ten seconds, the training ground that no one had been training in before, because of this slogan, even though there were only eleven people in the entire group, from their shape and demeanor, it could be seen that they were the elites among the elites in the unit.
Could it be that even a weapons specialist had to come to the warehouse?
"You are the thirteenth person in the 907 warehouse service. Remember, from today on, you are no longer anyone's son, father, or husband. You are no longer even a soldier, you are an elite among elites. Do you understand?" The leader shouted at me. His expression didn't change much, but I could tell from his eyes that he was full of respect, not for me, but for this team …
Do you understand? He definitely didn't understand. According to the allocation from the higher ups, I'm just a warehouse manager. Are you bringing me to the wrong place?
"Report, understood!" Even though I thought this way, I still respectfully saluted him and said loudly. The atmosphere at that time was something that I couldn't help but say, and I also couldn't allow myself to say it. Although there were only a dozen or so people here, I could feel everyone's seriousness and their respect towards this team!
"Do you know why it's called the 907 warehouse? Because our warehouse was set up in 1990, and as of now, a total of seven comrades have died for the country. You are not a warehouse manager, you are an elite of the Chinese army, a soldier loyal to the country! " The leader was still calm as before, but this time, his eyes were filled with not only respect and passion, but also something else — sadness!
Many years later, every time I mention the 907 warehouse, there will be seven shadows in the deepest part of my memory. Although I have never seen them before, they seem to exist in my body and have merged with me. They are the most respectable warrior, the god of war in my heart!
An elite of the Chinese army? A soldier loyal to his country? All of this was like a dream. I had heard that there was a secret army in China, but I didn't expect it to exist. Furthermore, it existed in such a way.
"Yes, we pledge our loyalty to the nation!" Hearing the leader's words, it was as if the blood in my heart was ignited. I loudly replied, as if I had used all of my strength to reply to him. It was only later that I realized that I wasn't only using all of my strength to reply, I was using my life to answer him as well.
There was nothing like the solemn oath meeting or anything like that. I became a member of 907. However, this ordinary scene was branded into my mind for the rest of my life.
What I didn't know at the time was that this boring scene wasn't just the beginning of my entry into the 907 warehouse, it was also the beginning of a nightmare for me.
Training, training, twenty-four hours a day, I had no idea when I was going to be pulled up. Maybe I would be dragged straight out of bed while I slept, maybe I would be called for training while I ate, even when I was in the bathroom.
A dozen or so people were training me. There were all sorts of programs, and all sorts of bullying. They didn't know my name, nor did they ask for mine. I only had one code name in their mouths, and that was rookie! Noob!
At that time, I really felt more comfortable here even if I died, not only because of the physical training, but also because of the mental torture.
In my opinion, their so-called elites, to me, are just a bunch of devils, a bunch of hungry wolves that eat people without spitting out their bones!
This kind of life lasted for about half a year. During that half year, I didn't have anything to do, neither did I have any missions, nor did I take even a single step out of 907. I just trained nonstop every day.
Until one day, the captain told me that there was another difference between me and them, and that was that I would not stay in the army. My mission was to carry out secret missions all over the world that were inconvenient for any country.
So I walked out of the 907 warehouse and started my real military career
I received orders from above to set up a team outside the country, partly to serve the country better and partly to keep people in the dark.
Later on, this team was known by the international community for its stability, accuracy and ruthlessness, which made some criminals and some people with special status even more terrified upon hearing about it.
In these seven years, my brothers and sisters and I have carried out countless missions and suffered countless injuries. We were known by the international community as the most powerful mercenary group, but we have never accepted a single mission from anyone, because we were loyal to only one country, and that was China.
Just half a year ago, when I was on a mission, my military career came to an end due to a slight mistake, the only one I had made in seven years.
During the process of carrying out my mission, I thought that all the criminals would be sent back home, so I went straight to their nest to retrieve what belongs to Huaxia.
If I had been a little more careful, perhaps this situation wouldn't have happened, but perhaps it was due to my self-confidence that I didn't notice that a Desert Eagle was aimed at my chest from behind.
It was five days later when I woke up with a tearing pain in my chest. The doctor told me that I was only half a centimeter away from being lying in this place.
Although I was almost completely healed after the best treatment, I was no longer suitable to be in that team. Even the slightest flaw could become the reason for my downfall.
Maybe it's because of my contributions over the years, or maybe it's because of the skills I've honed myself with over the years, the leaders wanted me to become a coach in the Special Forces, but I rejected them. Maybe it's because I'm really tired after all these years, and even though I'm afraid of leading people around the world, I feel like my hands are covered with too much blood, even if they deserve to die.
Thus, I returned to this place where I was born and raised, intending to become an ordinary person.
Although I am already a colonel in the army, but because I have been on special duty, few people know my rank, and no one even knows that I am in the army. My identity in J province had long since been erased, so when I returned, the government gave me an ID certificate that I had been tricked into working in a black coal kiln overseas and stayed there for seven years.
I was also drunk when a colonel in the army finally returned as a workman who had been tricked into a black coal kiln.
However, I didn't care about these things. After seven years, I had returned to this place where I was born and raised. How could I not be happy?
My parents, my family, my brothers, my friends, they are always on my mind. I miss them all the time. I want to rush to their front and tell them that I, Han Longfei, am back!