On the yellow soil of the Tiger Brigade, Lin Feng carried a backpack wider than himself and became the laughing stock of the entire company.
"With your body, you can fall down when the wind blows, why do you want to be a special soldier?" Acting squad leader Zhang Hailong's ridicule, tall recruit Gao Qiang's provocation, and the embarrassment of being left behind during the five-kilometer armed cross-country gave him the first taste of "not being favored."
He fainted from heat stroke in the first training, the horizontal bar scraped his palms, and was used as a sandbag in fighting. He became the most conspicuous "trash" in the recruit company. But his father's instructions to "don't embarrass our family" and his stubbornness made him insist on fighting with himself - he practiced more when others were sleeping, and studied skills when others were resting. He carried an extra five kilograms of cross-country weights and ran two more obstacle courses.
The calluses on my hands became thicker, my breathing changed from rapid to steady, and my eyes changed from timid to sharp. When the cold touch of live ammunition came, and when everyone was waiting to see him miss the target, Lin Feng's hand on the trigger was surprisingly steady.
He knew that the Tiger Brigade's path to becoming a soldier was never paved for the naturally strong. Those ridicules, tortures and grievances were all stepping stones for him to reach the top.
This time, he wants to let all those who look down on him know that even an underdog soldier can live his life as the most dazzling light!
