Quenching

In the summer of 1998, there was a huge flood in the Yangtze River. Eighteen-year-old Lin Rui was wearing an ill-fitting military uniform and standing in the muddy water of the Jingjiang River Embankment. For the first time, he understood the weight of the word "soldier". Three months ago, he was still a prickly boy who was angry with his father and enlisted in the army. All he could think about was to return home after being discharged from the army in two years. Three months later, he stood in the honor room of the reconnaissance company with his private shoulder patch on his shoulder, facing the blood-stained banners and the names on the wall of heroes. From the bottom of the recruit company, to the top of the reconnaissance company; to stand out in the division competition, to the hell week selection of the military region's special forces. The sweat of the five-kilometer cross-country, the scars of the four-hundred-meter obstacle, the bruises of the prisoner fighting, the mosquitoes lurking at the border, the limit of the thirty-kilometer march with heavy loads... Step by step, he has been sharpened from a idle commoner to a sharp knife. Along the way, there are the squad leader Zhao Gang, who is strict on the outside but kind on the inside, Lao Zhou, a cold-faced and enthusiastic veteran, Zhang Biao, the rival who is both an enemy and a friend, and a group of brothers who have passed their lives. There is inheritance - a pair of old gloves has been passed down for three generations, and the saying "difficulties are stepped on" has been said for decades. There are sacrifices - some people fell on the embankment, some people stayed in the jungle of Laoshan, and some people hid their regrets by ten seconds for five years. There is growth - from "I" to "we", from "drowsiness" to "honor is supreme". **Loyalty is kept in the heart, difficulties are stepped on, and honor is supreme. ** This is the tempering of a knife and the coming of age ceremony of a soldier.