The Transformation of an Iron-Boned Infantryman

There are two things Chen Chen hates most in life: being bossed around, and hearing people say, "Your dad wasn't like this back in the day."

His dad was a soldier who died in the service. One remark from his father's old comrade Qin Feng was enough to "send" him off to boot camp.

On his first day, he couldn't coordinate his arms and legs. On the third, he missed every target. By the seventh, the whole company was doing an extra five-kilometer run with him. Everyone thought the kid was hopeless. Only Qin Feng said, "It's not that you can't do it. You're just afraid to try."

Later, his old squad leader Zhao Tie took the hit for him and never came back.

Later, he crawled through a muddy field for forty-eight hours without sleep, just to prove he deserved that shoulder insignia. The toughest trials of the reconnaissance company, the most brutal selection in the special forces, the riskiest cross-border infiltration missions: his name was carved into them all.

Someone asked him why he pushed himself so hard.

Chen Chen said nothing. He simply turned over the photo beneath his pillow. The man in uniform in the picture looked exactly like him.