The year Changfeng Military Academy reopened, three hundred students were recruited.
Cui Haoyuan ranked 299th - second to last, stepping on the score line to enter.
As the only son of the Cui family in Peiping, he grew up well-fed and well-fed, and no one expected him to graduate.
Instructor Jin Chongjing has no hope. This man has led real frontline troops, has blood on his hands, and can't tolerate any sand in his eyes.
He is Changfeng's youngest instructor and the only person in the history of the military academy to be awarded the "Iron-Blooded Medal". There is no noble or lowly family in his eyes, only life and death on the battlefield.
"Cui Haoyuan, do you think you are great?"
In the first confrontation, Jin Chongjing pushed him into the muddy water.
Cui Haoyuan felt that the man was like a piece of thousand-year-old ice. He was forced to run in circles, put in solitary confinement, and all his brand-name cigarettes were confiscated. Cui Haoyuan was so angry that his teeth itched.
But when he saw the back of Jin Chongjing fighting bloody battles on the battlefield, saw him silently sorting out the remains of the fallen soldiers, and saw him stuffing his only dry food to the wounded——
Cui Haoyuan suddenly understood that this person was not without warmth, but had devoted all his blood to the ground beneath his feet.
That night, they were the only two people left in the trench.
"Instructor, if I die..."
"You won't die." Jin Chongjing interrupted him, "I haven't taught you how to live.
The cold-faced instructor attacks vs. The arrogant young master suffers
* Similar to the Republic of China, no need to pay attention to it
Concept: Youthful spirit in war-torn times