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Yao Shoude stood at the highest point.

Looking at those young elite soldiers.

Looking at those—

A person whose eyes hold a true sense of battlefield awareness.

He smiled.

He was laughing very happily.

"If that's the case..."

He spoke softly, as if talking to himself:

"Alright, I've taught you everything I needed to."

He paused.

He looked down at the dagger in his hand.

That dagger had been with him for many years.

The blade was sharpened until it gleamed.

The strips of cloth wrapped around the knife handle had long been soaked with sweat and blood, turning a dark brown.

He tucked the dagger back into his waistband.

Then, he looked up.

Looking at those elite soldiers.

His smile widened even further:

"You can even 'kill' me."

There was no regret in his tone.

There was no resentment.

Only pride.

only--

A sense of pride that "the soldiers I trained are better than I am."

Done.

He turned around.

Facing that eighty-meter-high abyss.

Facing those—

The brother who just jumped down.

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

Blow his hair.

The wind lifted the corner of his clothes.

Blow those—

The words were not yet finished.

He took a deep breath.

I used all my strength.

"Brothers—!!!"

"Mission accomplished—!!!"

"I'm down here!!!"

Done.

Take a leap.

His body resembled that of a soaring eagle.

Like a bolt of lightning.

Like a—

A shooting star falling from the mountaintop.

It traced an arc in the air.

faster and faster.

further and further.

"ah--!!!"

Screams.

That was a fucking scream.

But then, laughter came from below.

"You lads from Sheshan Mountain—!!!"

"Got it—!!!"

"enemy--!!!"

"Leave no one alive—!!!"

Even the company commander jumped.

Those soldiers who had been silently waiting on Sheshan Mountain for three hours were even more impatient.

"Even the company commander jumped down—!!!"

Someone shouted:

"Hahaha--!!!"

"I jumped too—!!!"

As he ran towards the edge of the cliff, he shouted back:

"I've been wanting to jump for ages!!!"

The people behind him followed closely behind.

Like a bunch of crazy rabbits:

"You fucking want to jump—!!!"

"I've been holding it in for three hours—!!!"

"What's so special about holding it in for three hours?!"

"I've been holding it in for four hours—!!!"

"You're talking nonsense!!!"

"I was the first one to infiltrate—!!!"

His voice was the loudest:

"When you guys were still down the mountain—!!!"

"I'm lying right there up there—!!!"

But by then, some of the guards had already reached the edge of the cliff.

He turned around and shouted:

"What the hell was the point of you being the first to infiltrate?!"

"I'll jump before you—!!!"

After saying that, he jumped.

"ah--!!!"

But soon, laughter came from below:

"Hahaha--!!!"

"I won!!!"

On the mountaintop.

Those elite soldiers stood there.

Listen to those laughs.

Listen to those—

Laughter, chaotic and as lively as a market, came from the bottom of the cliff.

Lei Xiong stood there.

His lips slowly parted into a smile.

A very unsightly, yet incredibly sincere, smile.

"These lunatics..." he muttered, "They even make such a fuss about jumping off cliffs."

Jin Sheng walked to his side.

He didn't speak.

Just standing there.

Let's listen together.

Together we looked out over that abyss.

The wind blows across the cliff.

Blow their hair.

The wind lifted the corners of their clothes.

The moon hangs in the sky.

The cold moonlight.

It was sprinkled on everyone.

Jin Sheng spoke.

The sound was very soft.

"Thunder Bear".

"Um?"

"You mean, those people in 1937—"

He paused:

"They knew perfectly well that they were about to sacrifice themselves, that it was truly time to sacrifice themselves..."

"Do they smile like that too?"

Lei Xiong fell silent.

He did not go to 1937.

But he had met those who had returned from 1937.

I've seen Han Bin's tears.

I've seen Xiao Jiangsu's trembling hands when he touched the chicken soup bowl.

I saw the look in Guo Rugui's eyes when he stood at the mouth of Wusong and said, "If there are waves as high as mountains."

Then he spoke.

"No."

"They didn't laugh when they sacrificed themselves."

"They were being pursued when they sacrificed their lives."

"As they sacrificed themselves, they shouted—"

He spoke each word clearly:

Long live the nation! Long live the people!

Jin Sheng fell silent.

He lowered his head.

Look at your hands.

Those hands had just climbed up an eighty-meter-high cliff.

Those hands had just been supporting the "corpse" of the stone.

Those hands were still trembling.

It's not because I'm tired.

Because of--

He seemed to suddenly understand something.

Now I understand why Yao Shoude jumped off the cliff.

Now I understand why those guards jumped down laughing.

Understood--

Why didn't those people in 1937 laugh?

"So," he said softly, "we're going to 1937 not to make them laugh."

Lei Xiong looked at him:

"right."

"We're going to 1937 because—"

He paused:

"So that they don't have to sacrifice themselves."

Jiang Xingchen walked over.

The Rocket Force personnel are always either the last to appear or the first to appear.

This is their tradition.

It is also their pride.

But at this moment, they are also standing on the edge of a cliff.

Listen to those laughs.

Looking at that abyss.

Looking at those—

The defending soldiers who had already jumped down.

Jiang Xingchen stood there.

He pushed up his sunglasses.

His face was calm in the moonlight.

But there was fire in those eyes.

"Lei Xiong," he said.

Lei Xiong turned around.

Jiang Xingchen looked at him:

"What Company Commander Yao just said—"

"Leave no enemy alive."

He paused:

"We, the Rocket Force, have taken note."

He turned around.

Looking at his teammates.

Looking at those—

Like him, a Rocket Force soldier who is silent, calm, and keeps his anger hidden in his heart.

"By 1937, wherever you point, we'll fight."

He spoke each word clearly:

Not a single shot will be wasted.

Lei Xiong looked at him.

Looking at this usually most composed Rocket Force commander.

"it is good."

"With your words, Rocket Force—"

He paused:

"The Japanese are in for a tough time."