Chapter 60 Section 60 Tone and Intonation

I knelt and wept in the middle of the room full of young faces. They still looked at me with smiles on their faces. I cried until my nose and tears flowed down, wishing I could strangle myself to death in front of these heroic souls. I cried and twitched my shoulders and raised my head to see the bullet-stained and blood-stained five-star red flag. I looked at this red flag with tears in my eyes that I had never observed carefully. I don't know what happened to those bullet marks, those bloodstains. Those departed heroic souls looked at me silently, and dozens of pairs of eyes silently looked at me, the bastard little private.

With tears in my eyes, I kowtowed three times to the national flag and to these heroic souls. When I got up, my forehead was already bleeding. I stood up and picked up the camouflage uniform and armband of the wolf brigade that the captain threw to me. I put that black beret on my head, and the 18-year-old still has blood on his forehead and tears on his face... I ran desperately, at the fastest speed in my life. Although the brand new pair of cowhide military boots are still stuck on my feet, although the brand new khaki cloth camouflage collar is still scratching my neck... But I still ran desperately with my black beret in my hand and bare head.

The compound was silent. I rushed into the playground, and the Police Communication Squadron was obviously greeted by the captain, but they didn't stop me.As soon as the squad leader on duty pointed me to the stage, I saw more than a dozen brothers from our new training team lined up on the stage. The captain stood under the military flag that almost occupied the entire back of the rostrum. I ran over quickly. The playground has become silent. Thousands of special forces soldiers with guns on their chests are stuck on the playground like camouflage nails.They're silent but you'll never see so many good soldiers, best scouts ever.Elite soldiers who can form such a camouflage phalanx, where are you now?

There was a divine expression on their dark, thin faces. I ran in front of their line, their necks didn't move, but their eyes followed me. The captain said nothing. The big black face was expressionless. I ran to the end of the line and quickly put on my black beret. We're on stage. Stand in a row under the flag. The team leader's deep voice rose: "The ceremony of awarding guns to new members of a certain year's Langya Special Brigade of a certain military region of the Chinese People's Liberation Army begins—playing the national anthem—raising the national flag!"

During the national anthem, the squadron leader and two lieutenants of the Jingtong Squadron, wearing woolen military uniforms and white gloves, raised the bright red flag that I have never thought was so beautiful. We sang the national anthem loudly, and the rough voice resounded through the sky. We took the brand new 95 automatic rifles one by one. When I took the gun, I didn't dare to look up at the captain. I don't know if the captain is looking at me, I don't dare to look at it so I don't know. We lined up alone at the front of the stage, facing the rostrum, with our backs facing my thousands of new brothers.

The captain stood forward and looked at our phalanx. We all straightened our chests. The captain suddenly shouted at his team: "What are you?!" We were all taken aback for a moment, and then we heard the phalanx behind us roaring in unison: "Spike!!!" The earth shakes and the mountains shake. The captain asked again: "What are you?!" "Spike!!!" The phalanx behind us roared again, the same ground shaking. Captain: "Who gave you your names?!" "enemy!!!" Captain: "Why did the enemy call you Spike?!" "Because we are accurate!!! Because we are ruthless!!! Because we are not afraid of death!!! Because we dare to die!!!"

The voice of the phalanx is as uniform as that of one person, and it is as powerful as ten thousand people. The captain glanced at our new team members: "Do you remember?!" "remember!!!" A dozen of us roared in unison. The captain once again faced his entire phalanx: "Who are you?!" "Spike!!!" I yelled with all the strength in my life. "Who gave you your names?!" "enemy!!!" "Why did the enemy call you Spike?!" "Because we are accurate!!! Because we are ruthless!!! Because we are not afraid of death!!! Because we dare to die!!!"

The sound, throughout the mountains, reverberated. For a long time, it has been echoing. ... At that time, if you looked at it from the moon, we were just a collection of tiny dots. but for me that is --The whole world!