A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Chapter 162 Old A Assessment
For the next month and a half, the figures and liquids of Li Xuanxuan and Feng Yuxiu were left everywhere in the 7th Steel Company.

At dawn, the soft sunlight penetrated the thin clouds, outlining a golden edge for their silhouettes.

The ginkgo leaves on the roadside rustled in the breeze, as if they were whispering for their time together, or silently witnessing the spread of this passionate emotion.

Li Xuanxuan is like a hungry little beast. Having tasted the sweetness of this relationship, she has been asking for more. Her eyes are full of greed and desire. Every look and every movement of hers is asking for more love and attention from the other party.

Half a month later, the physical examination from Mr. A came as scheduled.

Class 5 in the wilderness is as desolate and empty as ever, as if time has stopped here.

The strong wind carried sand and gravel, blew by whimperingly, like an ancient and sad ballad. The sound echoed in the empty wasteland, making people feel creepy.

There is endless desert all around, and a few sparse clumps of dead grass are trembling in the wind. Their slender bodies are swaying in the strong wind, as if they will be uprooted in the next second, which further highlights the desolation of this land.

In the distance, several sand dunes appear blurred and weathered due to the erosion of wind and sand. They are like silent giants, witnessing the loneliness of this wasteland.

On the horizon, lead-gray clouds hung heavily, as if they would fall at any time, adding a depressing atmosphere to this desolate land.

Several soldiers stood upright in the open space outside the door, their postures upright but with a hint of boredom.

The ground beneath my feet is cracked, and the cracks are like the dry lips of the earth, telling of endless dryness and desolation.

Occasionally, a few unknown birds would fly by with shrill cries, breaking the silent sky, and then disappear into the distance.

Until a tractor made a "thump thump" sound, coming from far away. This sound broke the long silence of the desert. Several soldiers seemed to be awakened, immediately became alert, and quickly stepped forward to stop the tractor.

As the tractor passed by, the dust it raised formed golden beams of light under the slanting sunlight, briefly illuminating this dull world.

At this time, there was no familiar face in Class 5 except Xue Lin.

Xue Lin stood at the door, a cigarette in his mouth. He took a final deep puff, his cheeks slightly sunken from the exertion. The flame of the cigarette butt flickered in the darkness, and then he slowly exhaled a puff of thick smoke.

He squinted his eyes and watched the smoke quickly dissipate in the wind, as if he was watching a memory gradually fade away.

The air around was filled with the smell of dry dust. When the wind blew, the smoke was carried away and disappeared without a trace.

The dilapidated barracks were eroded by wind and sand, and the walls were peeling off, revealing the rough bricks and stones inside, as if silently telling the past years.

Then he raised his foot and stomped the cigarette butt hard into the semi-desertified ground. His movements were crisp and decisive, as if he wanted to bury all his emotions.

After doing all this, he turned around and stepped into the house.

Inside the house, Chengcai was bending over, carefully tying his backpack, making each knot extremely tight.

His fingers nimbly moved between the backpack straps, his eyes revealing a hint of complex emotions.

The dim light swayed gently in the breeze, stretching his shadow long and swaying on the wall.

There are a few yellowed old posters on the wall, with curled corners, swaying gently in the breeze, as if recalling the past bustle.

After tying up his backpack, he stood up and stared blankly at the dormitory around him.

The furnishings in the dormitory were simple and shabby, with several peeling patches on the walls, like mottled marks left by the passage of time.

His eyes slowly swept across every corner, from the shabby bed to the paint-chipped table, as if he wanted to engrave everything here into his memory.

The dilapidated window was worn out by wind and sand and became blurry. Through it, one could only see the dim world outside.

There was a small wind chime hanging on the window frame, making a crisp sound in the breeze, but it could not break the dullness and silence that filled the house.

Then he reached out and took out the last cigarette from the cigarette box, put it in his mouth, and crumpled the cigarette box into a ball with his other hand.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, aimed at the trash can on the other side of the room, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the cigarette box drew an arc in the air and fell accurately into the trash can.

There were already several similarly crumpled cigarette boxes lying in the trash basket, as if silently telling the story of the countless lonely nights he had spent here.

Xue Lin glanced out the window. The tractor was still parked there. The driver was smoking boredly and looking up from time to time.

The surrounding sand reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight, making it difficult to open one's eyes.

A few ants were crawling hurriedly on the sand, as if they were also looking for a way to escape from the heat and desolation.

He turned around and said to Chengcai, "Squad leader, the car is here."

His voice was flat, without much ups and downs, as if he was used to such farewells. His facial expression was also very calm, without a trace of emotion.

Chengcai replied muffledly, "I've packed." His voice was a little low, with a barely perceptible hoarseness, as if something was choking him. His hand unconsciously touched his pocket, where he kept some small belongings from Class 5, like his last connection to this place.

Xue Lin walked forward and helped him pick up his luggage, his movements somewhat mechanical: "Let's go."

The tone and actions of both of them were cold and routine, as if such a farewell was just an ordinary daily routine. There was no excessive expression on their faces, and they just silently did what they had to do.

Chengcai walked out while saying, "I've been relying on you to keep an eye on the class these days. I left some treats in the drawer for the brothers, I'll share them with everyone later."

There wasn't much expression on his face, but a hint of concern flashed across his eyes. That hint of concern was fleeting, but it made people feel the softness in his heart.

Xue Lin wasn't overly enthusiastic, simply answering, "Yes." He took his luggage and walked out the door first, his steps steady and resolute. The moment he stepped out, a strong wind blew in his face, making the corners of his clothes rustle, as if to see him off.

After leaving the house, Chengcai walked to the tractor, grabbed the edge of the carriage with both hands, and with a strong push, he climbed onto the tractor neatly. His arm muscles were tense, showing his strength.

He put down his bag, stood in the carriage, took a deep breath, and looked at the vast grassland.

The wind on the grassland blew his hair wantonly, and his face showed a relaxed and happy expression, as if he was about to break free from his restraints and run towards freedom, his eyes full of longing for the future.

In the distance, the grassland met the blue sky, its green waves undulating in the breeze like a green ocean. A few white sheep grazed leisurely on the grassland, occasionally looking up at the departing group.

The soldiers stood under the car, and although they were not arranged in a deliberately arranged line, they formed a vague formation.

With respect on their faces, they shouted in unison: "Goodbye, squad leader! Have a safe journey, squad leader!"

The sound echoed in the wilderness for a long time, and the sound was full of blessings for success.

The wind blew away their voices, but left a unique mark on this wasteland.

The dead grass on the wasteland swayed in the wind, as if waving goodbye to Chengcai.

The car moved slowly, and the wheels raised a cloud of dust.

The figures of Class 5 gradually became smaller in the dust and were eventually left behind.

This was a routine farewell, without too many tears and reluctance, but with an indescribable melancholy, and everyone's heart was filled with a complex emotion.

The surrounding scenery slowly receded, and the dilapidated barracks of the fifth squad gradually became blurred in the wind and sand, as if a memory was also fading away.

The roar of the tractor gradually faded away, leaving only the wasteland still immersed in its silence and desolation.

Chengcai sat on the tractor, his eyes full of longing, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he had already seen the beauty of the future.

But when his eyes swept over the dilapidated barracks of Class 5, the expression on his face disappeared instantly and became expressionless, as if the time in Class 5 was a past he did not want to recall, and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

His fingers tapped lightly on the edge of the carriage, as if trying to calm the waves in his heart.

He held a piece of paper tightly in his hand, which was an order from the division headquarters.

The paper was slightly soaked with his sweat, but he seemed to be holding the guarantee of his future and did not dare to relax for a moment. His fingers turned white due to the force.

The sunlight shines on the paper, reflecting a faint light, like the hope for the future in his heart.

He looked down at the paper from time to time, as if to confirm whether his future was really as promising as what was written on the paper.

Almost at the same time Chengcai left, Feng Yuzheng was cleaning the dormitory.

He bent down and cleaned every corner carefully, not leaving out any dust.

His movements were serious and focused. Every sweep was like completing a sacred mission. His eyes were fixed on the ground, afraid of missing any tiny piece of garbage.

The sunlight outside shines through the dilapidated window, casting patches of light and shadow on the ground, swaying gently with the breeze.

The dust fluttered in the sunlight, as if telling the oldness and silence of the dormitory.

After sweeping the floor, he stood up and gently put the broom back to its place, moving very gently for fear of making any noise.

Then he quietly walked to the bed and slowly lay down, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, holding in his hand a copy of the order he had just received that day.

He read this order over and over again, and the paper was a little wrinkled. His fingers gently stroked the paper, as if trying to find some answers from it.

The dormitory was very quiet, with only the sound of his soft breathing. The shadows on the wall appeared and disappeared as the light changed.

He looked at the night sky outside the window. The moonlight shone on his face, reflecting his lonely figure, which looked particularly lonely in the moonlight.

The moonlight was like water, quietly sprinkling on the earth, covering the whole world with a layer of silver gauze, but it could not dispel the loneliness in his heart.

The stars twinkled in the night sky, as if mocking his loneliness, or as if calling him silently from afar.

Feng Yuxiu turned around and Li Xuanxuan was looking at him with a smile.

"Three more times."

-

It was still dark and the earth was shrouded in darkness.

Several old A's in camouflage uniforms were guarding their temporary base motionlessly.

Their figures blended into the darkness, making them almost indistinguishable, and only their tall and straight figures could be vaguely seen.

There were no poles or slogans around, only military vehicles and tents covered with camouflage nets.

These vehicles and tents appear particularly plain and cold in the darkness, exuding a cold atmosphere, as if telling the cruelty of war.

The trees around the camp swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound, as if whispering something.

Occasionally, the chirping of night insects breaks this brief tranquility, but makes the silence seem even deeper.

The railway car drove slowly towards them, carrying the regiment commander Wang Qingrui.

The headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the road ahead.

Military vehicles came one after another from all directions, their wheels rolling over the ground, making dull sounds.

These military vehicles were like giant steel dragons, gathering in the darkness, and their momentum was shocking.

The grass on the roadside rustled under the wheels, as if protesting against the sudden disturbance.

The mountains in the distance are vague in the darkness, like silent guards protecting this land, or like they are hiding countless unknown mysterious areas.

On the train were soldiers who had participated in the competition. Some sat with their eyes closed, their faces calm, as if they were gathering strength; others had nervous anticipation in their eyes, their fingers unconsciously clenched, revealing their inner uneasiness.

The carriage was very quiet, with only the occasional sound of breathing, which was particularly clear in the silent carriage.

Outside the car, the wind was whistling, causing the car body to sway slightly, adding a bit of tension to the atmosphere.

Occasionally, a shooting star would streak across the night sky, briefly illuminating the faces of the soldiers in the carriage, but would quickly disappear into the darkness, like the fleeting hope in their hearts.

In the night sky, the dark clouds gradually dissipated, revealing a crescent moon that cast a cool light, adding a touch of mystery to the action that was about to begin.

Under the lingering moonlight, the assembled soldiers stood in an open field. The night was dim, and no one could clearly see anyone else's face.

Their figures were somewhat blurred in the moonlight, like a group of mysterious warriors, with only their tall outlines visible. The moonlight shone on them, casting a faint silver glow on them, making them look even more mysterious.

The shadow on the ground swayed as they moved, like another silent partner of theirs.

The tarpaulin was slowly opened and soldiers from various units jumped down one by one.

Their movements were quick and efficient. After getting off the car, they quickly stood still and sorted out their equipment.

Their hands quickly checked their guns and backpacks, their eyes filled with concentration.

The air around seemed to freeze, and everyone was making final preparations for the upcoming mission.

In the moonlight, their faces looked pale, yet revealed a resolute expression.

Tielu and Wang Qingrui were the highest-ranking military officers present, but they deliberately stayed far away and stood aside, watching quietly.

Their eyes showed concern and expectation, but they did not want to cause any interference, allowing the soldiers to prepare freely. Their faces were solemn, as if they were thinking about something.

Yuan Lang emerged from a tent, dressed in a neat military uniform and walking briskly. He saluted the line of infantrymen in the open field with a quick, simple, yet powerful salute, his arm raised and lowered rapidly. The flagpole outside the tent swayed gently in the breeze, the flag atop it fluttering with it. The surrounding tents rustled softly in the breeze, as if cheering Yuan Lang's presence.

An armored regiment officer subconsciously shouted the order: "Stand at attention! Salute!"

The sound was loud, breaking the silence of the night, and the sound echoed in the empty field.

The surrounding trees seemed to be startled by the sound and rustled.

The soldiers stood at attention in an orderly manner, raised their right hands and saluted Yuan Lang. Their movements were uniform and full of power, as if showing Yuan Lang their determination.

This command was like an electric current, causing all the soldiers to respond in a very formal manner.

They stood at attention in unison, raised their right hands and saluted Yuan Lang.

In the moonlight, their arms looked like a neat row of javelins, revealing a solemnity and majesty, and their movements were so uniform that it was amazing.

The moonlight shone on their arms, reflecting a silver light that was particularly dazzling. Their eyes were firm as they looked at Yuan Lang, waiting for his orders.

Yuan Lang looked at the soldiers and smiled. "Relax, going down there will be very physically demanding. You are all guests, and we must treat you well. Therefore, we have prepared a two-day journey for you within a radius of 100 kilometers. You can carry a standard load, choose any weapon from the provided range, and choose any food... well, the only other choice is a field ration similar to breakfast."

His voice echoed in the night air, carrying a hint of lighthearted teasing, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

Yuan Lang looked at the soldiers' tense nerves and thought to himself that it was time to ease the depressing atmosphere a little.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, as he said, "Look at how nervous you all are. Is it really that scary? This is just a wilderness survival training exercise. Just think of it as experiencing the delicious taste of stewed rabbit with wild vegetables. I've had local stewed rabbit before, and it's absolutely delicious. If you hunted your own rabbits and stewed them in a pot, the taste would definitely be even better."

As he spoke, he gestured with his arms outstretched, his smile growing wider, trying to make the soldiers relax, his eyes full of encouragement.

The air around them seemed to lighten a little at his words, a gentle breeze blowing through, bringing a hint of coolness. Smiles gradually appeared on the soldiers' faces, and the tense atmosphere eased a little.

After hearing Yuan Lang's words, the soldiers' originally tense faces gradually showed smiles.

Some people even started to talk quietly, imagining the delicious hare stew, with a look of relief on their faces.

The atmosphere in the team suddenly became much more relaxed. The oppressive haze was dispelled by this moment of relaxation, and the tension in the air was also reduced a lot.

Under the moonlight, the soldiers' smiles seemed particularly warm, as if the upcoming difficult mission was no longer so scary.

However, just when the soldiers were laughing happily, Yuan Lang's smile disappeared in an instant, replaced by a serious expression.

His eyes became as sharp as an eagle's, and he scanned each soldier coldly, saying word by word, "I haven't finished yet."

These few short words, like a heavy hammer, instantly stopped the soldiers' laughter. The entire venue fell into deathly silence again, and everyone held their breath.

The air around seemed to be trembling with the sound. The soldiers' smiles froze instantly, and their faces were filled with tension and seriousness again.

"The final requirement is to go deep into the enemy's main position to complete the map work. This is what you must hand over to me after you reach your destination." Yuan Lang's voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a nail, nailing it firmly into the soldiers' hearts.

"I suggest you move in small groups, as a reinforced battalion will be pursuing you en route. I've heard you're all very strong, and I'm eager to see just how strong you truly are. It's six o'clock now, and I'll be waiting for you at your destination by six o'clock the day after tomorrow. Just a heads up, I'm driving, and there are three empty seats. I'll take the first three who arrive." His gaze swept over the soldiers' faces, not missing a single subtle shift in expression. "Now, please remember the reference point for your destination." His voice was firm and powerful, echoing through the night air, making the soldiers acutely aware of the enormity of this mission.

The soldiers who were originally smiling had their expressions frozen in an instant, and even the traces of smiles disappeared completely.

Anyone with a little experience knew that this mission was far more difficult than any they had ever experienced before, and their eyes revealed worry and tension.

The air around seemed to become heavy again, making it difficult to breathe.

When several experienced soldiers heard Yuan Lang mention information about the destination, a hint of anxiety and concentration flashed across their faces.

Their eyes revealed their desire for key information, and they subconsciously reached into their pockets.

The movement was quick and somewhat nervous, his fingers frantically groping in his pockets, trying to find paper and pen to record the latitude and longitude information as soon as possible.

Some soldiers were so anxious that some of the sundries in their pockets fell out and fell to the ground, but they didn't care about it. They were still concentrating on looking for writing tools. There were even fine beads of sweat on their foreheads, gleaming in the moonlight.

Yuan Lang keenly captured this action, and his eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle, like a cheetah patrolling its territory, not missing any details.

Then he shouted, "Put away your pens and paper. For sixty hours from now, I will be your enemy. The enemy will never tell you their longitude and latitude. Remember the reference points: southeast, there's a sea bubble on the edge of the grassland. There's a mountain next to it, and over the mountain there's an oak forest. I'll be waiting for you at the edge of the forest. If you don't understand, feel free to ask."

His voice was like a huge bell, echoing powerfully in the open field. The sound seemed to carry an invisible pressure, which made the air around him vibrate and the soldiers' bodies tremble slightly unconsciously.

At this time, Ma Xiaoshuai stood up. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his face showed the youthful vigor and courage.

He reported loudly: "Report, shall we be issued with positioning equipment?" His voice was clear and loud, like the first horn in the morning, and it was particularly clear in the silent field. It even startled a night bird on a branch not far away, and it flapped its wings and flew away into the distance.

Yuan Lang glanced at him, his eyes calm and deep, as if he could see through everyone's inner thoughts.

Then he calmly replied, "There is no GPS, but everyone has a compass."

This brief answer was like a heavy stone, hitting the soldiers' already uneasy hearts.

Hearing this answer, the soldiers' faces instantly became even uglier.

Under the moonlight, their expressions turned from tense to solemn. Some people frowned tightly into the shape of a "川" character, their eyes full of worry; some people's lips trembled slightly, as if they wanted to say something, but were blocked in their throats by the cruel reality; others subconsciously clenched their fists, their joints turning white due to the force, showing their inner uneasiness and anxiety.

Without GPS, relying only on a compass and vague reference points, it is incredibly difficult to find your destination in complex terrain. It's like sailing in a dark ocean with only a simple compass, and the future is full of unknowns and dangers.

However, no one on the field raised any questions at this time.

Everyone silently accepted this cruel reality, and everyone was secretly preparing for the upcoming challenges.

Some soldiers took a deep breath, slowly closed their eyes, and silently sorted out the known information in their minds; some soldiers looked up at the night sky, looking at the twinkling stars, as if looking for a bit of comfort and strength; and some soldiers began to subconsciously check their equipment, slowly stroking their hands over their weapons and backpacks, trying to gain some confidence from these familiar objects.

Yuan Lang continued, "After receiving your equipment, we will send you to the war zone. Be careful, entering the war zone is like entering a battlefield. Disband!"

His words were concise and powerful, and every word was like a nail, hammering heavily into the soldiers' hearts. It was like a final ultimatum, making the soldiers clearly aware that this challenge was about to officially begin.

The soldiers turned silently and walked towards several equipment carriers.

The moonlight lengthened their figures, leaving long shadows on the ground, as if reflecting their inner thoughts.

Yuan Lang turned around and strode towards Tielu and Wang Qingrui.

His steps were vigorous and his posture was straight, each step revealing the heroism and courage of a soldier. "Report, I'm going to the war zone first."

Yuan Lang stopped and saluted Wang Qingrui and Tielu with a standard military salute, his arms raised high, fingers together, his movements clean and neat, his voice loud and firm, echoing in the night sky.

Wang Qingrui looked at Yuan Lang's departing back, his heart filled with complicated emotions.

He turned his head, looked at the railway with a look of resentment, and said, "That's not harsh enough. You could have just tied them up, machine-gunned them, and then taken away the ones who survived."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, trying to hide his inner uneasiness in this way, but it was more about his dissatisfaction with the difficulty of this mission. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his face was full of confusion.

Tielu smiled slightly and calmly challenged him: "Did I overestimate your soldiers?" There was a hint of cunning in his eyes, like a shrewd fox, who seemed to be deliberately provoking him. The corners of his mouth rose slightly with an imperceptible smile.

Wang Qingrui immediately straightened up, like a lit powder keg, and answered decisively, "No."

His voice was firm and powerful, leaving no room for doubt, as if he was defending the honor of his soldiers. His chest was held high, and his eyes revealed a determination to refuse to admit defeat.

"Then why do you underestimate them?" Tielu's tone became serious, and his eyes were fixed on Wang Qingrui, as if he wanted to see through him.

Wang Qingrui was speechless for a moment. He opened his mouth slightly, wanting to refute, but couldn't find the right words.

He could only stare at the railway with nowhere to expend his energy, his eyes filled with both unwillingness and helplessness.

Then he turned abruptly and walked away, taking long, heavy steps with a hint of anger.

He believed that his soldiers were capable enough to deal with this challenge, but he couldn't help feeling a little worried. This worry was like a heavy stone weighing on his heart.

The soldiers lined up and received their equipment one by one.

The team moved forward quietly, with only the sound of light footsteps and the collision of equipment.

A portion of field rations was slammed heavily into the hands of soldiers marching past, and the dull sound of the collision seemed to reveal the simplicity of the rations.

Immediately afterwards, a signal gun was also placed in the other hand.

The so-called field rations were nothing more than a pitiful amount of stuff in a vacuum package: a piece of chocolate, a compressed biscuit, pickles, raisins, and a small bag of glucose water.

This amount of food can only meet the needs of calories, salt, sugar and water for one morning.

The soldiers looked at the rations in their hands with different expressions on their faces. Some showed disappointment, while others accepted it silently with tenacity in their eyes.

The officers stood by, expressionless and repeating the cold instructions: "If you can't hold on and fire the flare, remember, it's equivalent to giving up."

Their voices were cold and mechanical, devoid of emotion, as if they were simply completing a routine. The moonlight shone on them, outlining their stern features and adding a touch of solemnity to the atmosphere.

Wu Liuyi reached out to take the rations and signal gun. His eyes were firm and calm, without any fear or retreat.

Gan Xiaoning also took it. Looking at the pitifully small amount of food in his hand, he couldn't help but complain, "I'm hungry now. We all came here on an empty stomach."

His eyes were fixed on the rations, as if expecting them to suddenly become plentiful.

Wu Liuyi glanced at him and said calmly, "Then eat it, if you are open-minded enough."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, but also a bit of helplessness. He patted Gan Xiaoning's shoulder gently, as if to comfort him.

Gan Xiaoning really made a gesture as if he wanted to eat it. Just when he was about to tear open the package, Feng Yuxiu was quick to grab the rations and stuffed them back into his backpack.

Feng Yuxiu's movements were swift and decisive, with a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

Gan Xiaoning looked at Feng Yuxiu and smiled helplessly, knowing that his idea was a bit unrealistic.

He scratched his head, an awkward smile on his face, knowing in his heart that this amount of rations would be crucial in the upcoming challenge.

At this time, Ma Xiaoshuai squeezed in next to Wu Liuyi, Gan Xiaoning, and Feng Yuxiu, looked at them, and a bright smile appeared on his face: "Guys from the old Seventh Company, let's take a joint action?"

His eyes were full of expectation and trust. His body leaned forward slightly, waiting for everyone's response with an eager energy.

Wu Liuyi answered without hesitation: "Need I tell you?"

Gan Xiaoning also said loudly: "Never abandon, never give up."

Bai Tiejun took a glance, lowered his head to look at the battle rations in his hand and licked his tongue.

Only Feng Yuxiu stood at the back of the crowd with a calm expression. His eyes were deep and calm, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

(End of this chapter)