Special Forces: Class Reunion, I Parachute In A Tank

After that, the whole regiment held a send-off ceremony for these sacrificed soldiers, and at the same time added first-class merit to each of them.

The physically disabled soldiers also arranged jobs for them after demobilization, and the families of every casualty soldier were also compensated.

It wasn't until these matters were dealt with that Ling Feng and Long Zhenguo had a chance, or Ling Feng was willing to sit down and communicate with Long Zhenguo face to face.

"Ling Feng, I know that you have a grudge against me for this action."

Long Zhenguo sat opposite Ling Feng, frowning, and said with complicated emotions.

Ling Feng pursed her lips tightly and said nothing with a sullen face.

"As the captain of the brigade, I have an inescapable responsibility for such a serious casualty rate.

"Now death is irreversible, the only thing I can do is to compensate you and Sanlian as much as possible."

"If Sanlian has any requirements or difficulties, you can just mention them, and the whole regiment and I will do our best to meet them."

Long Zhenguo, an old soldier in his 40s or 50s, never thought that one day he would talk to a young man with such an attitude and tone.

It is impossible for there to be no sacrifices on the battlefield. The mission is so serious this time, such casualties are already considered small.

But Long Zhenguo didn't want to have a estrangement with Ling Feng before, and he didn't want to lose a talent like Ling Feng.

"Captain, why didn't you call me that day?"

Ling Feng, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly raised his head, looked at Long Zhenguo with deep eyes, and asked this question.

He clearly said before he left that he would call him if there was anything to do.

But why didn't he notify him of such an important task?

If I could have arrived earlier that day, or led the team myself, there would not have been so many brothers sacrificed.

Faced with Ling Feng's question, Long 867 Zhenguo seemed to have a lump in his throat. He opened his mouth to explain something, but he couldn't say anything.

For a while, the atmosphere in the office became extremely depressing.

"Hey, forget it, captain, I don't hate you, I just blame myself for not returning to the team one day earlier."

"It's over, let's stop talking about it."

"As for compensation, we don't need compensation for the third company, this is our duty."

"If there is nothing else, then I will go back first. I will draw people from the troops below to the vacant positions."

"I'm still busy making new training plans for newcomers. I'm very busy."

After saying that, Ling Feng stood up, planning to leave.

How could Long Zhenguo not know that Ling Feng wanted to leave on purpose, and he didn't need to worry about this matter at all.

He hurriedly stood up and called Ling Feng to stop.

"Wait, I received a notification from above in the morning, because our country has paid more and more attention to soldiers in recent years.

"Policies and benefits have been improved a lot, in order to let more ordinary people understand the profession of soldiers.

"Promote the image of our soldiers and troops, so the higher-ups signed a contract with Guohe TV Station."

"I plan to make a variety show about life in the military camp. At that time, the TV station will invite some popular stars to participate in the show.

"In view of your previous achievements and your popularity among the common people, the higher authorities have decided to let you be the chief instructor in the show."

"Responsible for training those stars, through the different performances of ordinary people and our fighters during training.

To highlight the difficulty of our military training, and to show the tough and iron-clad (cjeg) momentum of our soldiers. "

Hearing Long Zhenguo's words, Ling Feng was still a little surprised.

Isn't this similar to a certain variety show in the previous life?

I didn't expect this world to do something like this.

And for this task, he resisted in his heart.

The first is that he himself does not want to be famous, he likes a low-key life.

The second is that those stars are all pampered, not to mention training them, even if they are asked to do some heavy work, they will probably complain.

Ling Feng was afraid that he would not be able to control his temper at that time, and he would buy or hurt those big stars.

The third is that he doesn't like dealing with capitalists, although this kind of program has the effect of promoting the army.

But in the end, the capitalists are behind the manipulation, he can't do this kind of thing.

"The system issues a new task."

"After the host serves as the chief instructor of the program, he needs to train the celebrity artists who come to participate in the training to the level of ordinary fighters.

"At the same time, the popularity of the navy will be increased, and the ratings of this variety show will reach the highest level in the country this year."

Ling Feng was just about to reject this job, but the system suddenly issued a new task for him.

Now it's time to catch the ducks on the shelves, and it's impossible not to pick them up.

"Okay, I'll accept this task. But Captain, you also know what I look like when I train people.

"You can let me be the chief instructor, but if those squeamish stars can't bear it, then don't blame me."

Ling Feng said.

"Restrain yourself, boy, although it's a program, it's a cooperation between our army and Guohe TV station.

"And the purpose is also to promote the image of soldiers. If you practice too hard, the common people will be scared."

"Who else wants to join the army by then?"

Long Zhenguo said helplessly.

"Okay, I'll do my best."

Ling Feng pouted, and left after speaking.

Looking at Ling Feng's back, Long Zhenguo sighed heavily.

This guy is still unfamiliar with himself.

In order for the soldiers to remember these heroes, Long Zhenguo specially held a memorial service for the whole team.

The families of the fallen heroes and soldiers were invited to participate in the memorial service. After the memorial service, the ashes of the soldiers were buried in the Martyrs Garden.

It was the deadliest mission the Marine Corps has ever carried out.

So the leaders above and the whole regiment attached great importance to this memorial service, and it was held in a grand manner.

A week in advance, Ling Feng began to arrange people to notify the family members, and if they were willing to come, they also sent special personnel to pick them up.

The memorial service is arranged in the auditorium.

The auditorium, which was originally covered with red national flags, was also covered with a layer of black gauze because of this memorial service.

The entire auditorium is very solemnly arranged, every stool has been repainted, and every corner has been cleaned so that it is not stained.

Finally, on the seventh day of the sacrifice of the soldiers, the memorial service began.

It seems that God is feeling sorry for these young lives. It was drizzling from morning to noon that day.

The auditorium was already full of family members and troops who came to the memorial service, and even the head of the military region came.

The family members are all wearing black mourning clothes [ten white flowers are pinned on the head or sleeves.

The soldiers put on their regular uniforms and tidied themselves meticulously to send the brothers off for the last time.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was oppressive and heavy, and soft sobbing could be heard vaguely.

Suddenly, a piece of sad music sounded.

"Welcome the martyrs!"

With a loud shout, two soldiers holding national flags appeared at the gate of the auditorium, and they walked in the front with their goose steps.

Behind them are a dozen soldiers holding black urns covered with national flags.

A group of people walked slowly towards the auditorium with a solemn and serious expression.

"My son..."

The moment they saw those urns, the family members who suppressed their emotions collapsed instantly.

From the original sobbing in a low voice, it instantly turned into a sound of pain.

Even though a week has passed, they still find it difficult to accept the fact that their son or husband died.

There is even a trace of fantasy, looking forward to a miracle.

But the moment the urn appeared, the last illusion was shattered.

Emotions were no longer under control, and the whole person was surrounded by great grief.

Da da da--

The sound of uniform footsteps sounded in the auditorium, and three minutes later, the ashes of all the soldiers were carried to the auditorium podium.

Then the head of the military region stepped onto the podium, looked at the family members below with a heavy heart, and began his speech.

"Families and soldiers, I stand here today with a very heavy heart."

"We lost thirteen heroes on this mission, and another eight died from their military careers.

"As the person in charge of the military region, I have an inescapable responsibility for this."

"You gave me your children with peace of mind a few years ago, but I failed to return them to you safely.

"I feel ashamed!"

Speaking of this, the head of the military region couldn't help but wiped the corners of his eyes.

The voice became hoarse and choked.

"These thirteen heroes, their deeds will never be forgotten by us, and they will always be engraved in our history."

"Because of them being brave, because of these selfless fighters, and because of the silent sacrifice of your family members, our country is now prosperous and prosperous."

"On behalf of the people of the country and the government of the country, thank you!"

After speaking, the head of the military region bowed deeply to all the family members.

His speech didn't last long, he spoke for about ten minutes, and then he announced the awards for the thirteen heroes and ended.

This kind of occasion is really not suitable for a long speech.

Then came the link of being buried in the Martyrs Garden.

The soldiers of the third company who had already prepared a lot of umbrellas walked out of the auditorium and found that the sky, which had been raining all morning, had actually cleared up at this time.

Maybe God also wants the heroes to go all the way.

The crowd slowly came to the Martyrs Garden and watched as the ashes of the martyrs were buried in the cemeteries prepared in advance.

When the last urn was buried, Ling shouted to the soldiers of the third company who had already lined up.

"Everyone in the three companies, raise your guns and get ready!"

boom!

With a gunshot from Ling Feng, other soldiers of the third company fired into the sky.

bang bang bang—

A series of gunshots sounded, startling the birds in the nearby woods, and saying goodbye to the brothers who had been sleeping here forever.

The memorial service ended with family members crying.

Half a month later, the TV station finally came. .