In the summer when he was eighteen years old, Wu Yang smashed a beer bottle on someone's head. The father put three hundred yuan into the injured man's hand, turned to him and said: "The army's car will arrive at six o'clock tomorrow morning."
He never wanted to be a soldier. But when the military camp door closed behind him, his past life was also locked out.
In the new recruit company, he is the most thorny soldier in the company, contradicting the squad leader, being punished for violating regulations, and fighting against veterans. But class monitor Chen Yong pulled him back from the edge of the cliff time and time again: "You are not bad, you are dissatisfied. If you don't accept it, practice until you accept it."
From the devil's week in the reconnaissance company to the hell selection of the special forces "Falcon Commandos"; from the first shooting of anti-terrorism at the border, to freezing his toes on the plateau border; from going retrograde during floods and earthquakes, to traveling through minefields for overseas peacekeeping, he and his comrades, together with his comrades, nailed their youth on the training ground, pinned their lives on their belts, and engraved their loyalty on the national border.
Someone fell down and never got up again. Some people were discharged from the army and never came back. He gritted his teeth and charged all the way, from private to lieutenant colonel, from assassin to commander. When the final battle began, the old squad leader died in his arms to protect him. He completed his mission despite being injured. He stood in front of the martyrs' tomb and said only: "Brothers, everything is safe."
This is not only the growth history of one person, but also a collective portrait of Chinese soldiers in the new era. There are no cheating stories, only real pain, struggle, perseverance and glory. With iron bones as the foundation and faith as the front, they used their flesh and blood to build the Great Wall.
Thirty years later, Wu Yang stood on the sidelines of the training ground, watching the new generation of "thorn-headed soldiers" crawling and rolling in the mud. In a trance, I saw my eighteen-year-old self again
