I have a group of military brothers:
They "shoot each other cold shots" when running, compete to see who can commit suicide better during training, grab food more fiercely than fight when eating, curse and swear, but can trust each other's lives at critical moments.
They are careless and talk nonsense, but they have the strongest trump card;
We usually get punished and scolded together, but once we go on a mission, we become the most reliable backers.
Some people say that they are ruffians, thorns in the side, and undisciplined "problem troops";
But only they themselves know——
On the battlefield, it is this group of people who really dare to charge, dare to fight, and dare to put their lives in each other's hands.
On this nameless battlefield,
They use their flesh and blood to protect every inch of dignity of the motherland;
In the dark night where no one knows,
They used silence and sacrifice in exchange for the lights of thousands of families.
When the bugle sounds, when the battle flag unfurls,
These ruffian brothers only have one thing to say——
"As long as I have one breath left, I will never let my brother's blood be shed in vain!"
This is a story about the iron-blooded special forces,
They are also a group of soldiers and brothers who use their youth and life to
The oath carved on the blade:
——Those who offend China will be punished no matter how far away they are!
