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On the edge of a cliff.

Zhou Zhenhai stood there.

Facing that eighty-meter-high abyss.

The wind blew up from below, making a whistling sound.

Blow his hair.

The wind lifted the corner of his clothes.

Blow those—

Things I haven't had a chance to say yet.

He took a deep breath.

Then he yelled it out.

I used all my strength.

Using all the pent-up frustration, all the anger, all the—

unwilling.

"Jung Dae-ha—!!!"

"Did you see that?!"

"I'm up here!!!"

"I've brought you up here!!!"

The sound echoed through the valley.

Layer by layer.

One wave after another.

It crashed into the rock wall.

It struck the hearts of those who remained silent.

Zhou Zhenhai finished yelling.

He stood there.

He was panting heavily.

His chest heaved violently.

Tears finally streamed down my face.

But he didn't wipe it.

Let them flow.

It dripped into the corner of my mouth.

Salty.

Like seawater.

Then he turned around.

I walked back into the crowd.

Every step felt heavy.

He walked up to Zheng Dahe.

Squat down.

Zheng Dahe was lying there.

He was covered with a military uniform.

That was something Zhou Zhenhai had taken off himself.

Light blue naval training uniform.

It was covered in mud.

Covered in—

A navy man's promise to his brother.

"Old Zheng," he said softly.

Hoarseness.

Like a broken gong.

"Brother brought you up."

"Did you see that?"

He paused.

Tears streamed down again:

"The Navy didn't let you down!"

Zheng Dahe's eyes were closed.

But that smile seemed even deeper.

It seems to be saying:

"I know."

"I've always known."

"You can do it."

Just then.

A figure walked over.

They walked very slowly.

Every step was slow.

Every step felt like measuring something.

Zhou Zhenhai raised his head.

I saw Lao Han.

That sniper.

The sniper who killed twenty-three of his brothers.

Old Han's eyes were fixed on Zheng Dahe.

Look at that—

The person lying on the ground.

He walked up to Zhou Zhenhai.

Stand there.

Silent for a long time.

The wind died down.

So long that everyone on the mountaintop held their breath.

Then he spoke.

hoarse voice:

"Zhou Zhenhai".

Zhou Zhenhai raised his head.

Look at him.

Old Han asked:

"What's this guy's name again?"

"Zheng Dahe".

"Zheng Dahe..." Old Han murmured, "A good name."

He squatted down.

Reach out.

He gently patted Zheng Dahe on the shoulder.

That hand was very big.

It was covered with calluses and scars.

At that moment, it gently and carefully patted the shoulder of a young soldier who had already "fallen in battle".

It's like patting your own brother.

"Brother," he said.

The sound was very soft.

So lightly, as if afraid of disturbing something:

"You're a good soldier."

He paused.

Then, he said something.

One sentence left Zhou Zhenhai stunned.

"You good soldier, you were 'killed' by my sniper."

Zhou Zhenhai was stunned.

He looked at Old Han.

Look at this face.

Look at these shoes—

The eyes that were just locked in a life-or-death struggle with him.

His mind was blank.

What does that mean?

What is he going to say?

Old Han didn't look at him.

He just looked at Zheng Dahe.

Looking at that young face.

Looking at that smile still lingering at the corner of his mouth.

Then, he stood up.

He turned around.

Facing those—

The king of soldiers who climbed to the top of Sheshan Mountain.

Facing those—

The brother who was "killed" by his sniper.

Facing those—

I'm looking into his eyes now.

army.

navy.

Old Han spoke.

The voice was loud and clear.

Like thunder:

"Although we belong to different camps in this King of Soldiers competition."

He paused.

His gaze swept over everyone.

Sweep past the thunder bear.

Sweep over Jin Sheng.

He glanced at Li Huai.

He swept past Wang Jin.

He glanced at Zhou Zhenhai.

He Jin glanced at him.

Scan all —

A person with bloodshot eyes:

"But I've sniped so many of your brothers, and I know you all have some grievances in your hearts."

No one speaks.

But that silence was louder than any words.

Old Han nodded.

It was as if this silence had been anticipated.

"Now."

He spoke each word clearly:

"I'll give you an explanation."

Done.

Old Han turned around.

Walking towards the edge of the cliff.

His pace quickened.

From walking to running.

From running to rushing.

A running start—

It hurtled straight toward the edge of the cliff.

"Old Han—!!!"

Wang Tieshan's exclamation ripped the sky apart.

"Brother Han—!!!"

Ma Dapao's roar was equally piercing.

The garrison soldiers all stood up.

Those elite soldiers were all stunned.

Lei Xiong's eyes widened suddenly.

Jin Sheng's mouth was wide open.

Li Huai's glasses almost fell off.

Zhou Zhenhai stood up from next to Zheng Dahe.

Charge forward.

Reach out.

What do you want to grasp?

But it was too late.

Old Han's figure had already rushed off the cliff.

They rushed into that area—

An abyss eighty meters high.

His body fell downwards.

The hem of her clothes fluttered in the wind.

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

As he fell, Old Han screamed in agony.

The sound came from the cliff.

It penetrated a distance of eighty meters.

It pierced through the sound of the wind.

It penetrated—

The heart of every person.

But then...

Then his laughter rang out again.

The laughter came from the bottom of the cliff.

It was louder than screams.

Louder than screams.

Compared to screams—

Even more chilling:

"but--!!!"

"Next time! Next time I'll snipe you all again—!!!"

"One shot, one kill! I'll make sure you can't climb up here—!!!"

"Hahaha--!!!"

Zhou Zhenhai's hand was still outstretched.

It stopped in mid-air.

Like a sculpture.

Lei Xiong stood there.

Like a bear that has been frozen in place.

Jin Sheng's mouth was still open.

Li Huai's glasses really did fall off.

then.

Someone laughed.

I don't know who it is.

He chuckled first.

A very soft sound.

Like an uncontrollable laugh.

Then comes the second one.

The third.

ten.

One hundred.

A deafening burst of laughter erupted from the mountaintop.

Those elite soldiers, those garrison troops.

Those who were silent just moments ago.

Everyone laughed.

I laughed so hard that tears came out.

Wang Tieshan laughed so hard he bent over.

He laughed so hard he pounded his chest and stamped his feet.

"That old Han—!!!"

"Ha ha ha ha--!!!"

"A cliff-jumping incident with a warning—!!!"