Starting from the deputy company commander of the Soldier Assault Team

First of all, let me state that we shouldn't take the world of movies and TV dramas too seriously, as doing so can easily lead to problems.

Secondly, let me clarify that you shouldn't keep bringing up AI. First of all, the platform is very strict with its checks, and secondly, which AI can update four or five thousand words a day, with many typos? Thank you for pointing it out.

Feel free to comment with your thoughts or opinions; the author is always reading them and will incorporate them into the book.

To reiterate, this is a parallel world, a fan fiction, and the timeline is set twenty years ago.

Don't bring up real military units or anything like that, especially what the current situation of the military is like. This is just a novel, so just enjoy it and have a good laugh.

Trying to do everything is like swimming in deep water; you won't be able to hold on to anything.

(Brain storage area...)

At the Optics Valley Software Park on Guanshan Avenue in the East Lake Development Zone, Zhang Anbang waited anxiously by the roadside. He had an important dinner party tonight, but unfortunately, he had to work overtime due to being busy.

He usually enjoys working overtime, since the extra hours are paid at 1.5 times the normal rate, which is extremely tempting for Zhang Anbang who is short of money.

But not today. He had to work overtime today. He had originally planned to have dinner with some old comrades-in-arms. Eight years had passed since he retired from the army, and it was not easy for them to get together in the same city. They had to have a good get-together.

Just then, a BYD Qin Plus pulled up in front of us, the front window rolled down, and the driver asked,

"Hello, are you the passenger whose license plate ends in 0352?"

"Yes, yes, it's me. Driver, please drive faster, I'm in a hurry," Zhang Anbang replied as he opened the car door and got in.

"Really? After five years, someone finally told me I can drive fast!" the driver said with a smile.

"When starting a front-wheel-drive civilian car, you need to control the pressure of your left foot at the critical point of the clutch to get better grip. I'm just showing off my limited skills."

Zhang Anbang's mood instantly improved, and he chuckled and cooperated, "Who exactly are you?"

After a series of maneuvers, the driver slowly started the car and gradually merged it into the traffic.

"Young man, don't rush. Even though this is a Didi Express, it's still not fast during rush hour. But if we take the elevated highway, it won't be too slow."

After a few jokes, Zhang Anbang was no longer in such a hurry. He chatted with the driver while thinking about his past experiences.

He was born into an ordinary rural family in Shandong Province. His family was relatively well-off when he was a child; although they were not wealthy, they did not lack food or clothing.

When it was time for him to start junior high school, he went with his parents and other villagers to attend a relative's wedding in a farm tricycle.

The tricycle was bustling with people chatting away when suddenly a dump truck cut in front of it, forcing it to the side of the road. Tragically, the tricycle overturned into a dry riverbed, and the parents held it tightly between them.

When the ambulance arrived, four people had already passed away, including his parents.

Fortunately, little Zhang Anbang was only slightly injured thanks to his parents' protection, which provided some solace to the elderly Zhang, who had lost his son.

However, the passing of Zhang Anbang's parents dealt a heavy blow to the old man, causing him to fall seriously ill, which made the already poor family even worse off.

The old man and the young boy depended on each other for survival. With the help of the villagers, they barely managed to fill their stomachs. The originally lively and cheerful Zhang Anbang became increasingly introverted.

Fortunately, Zhang Anbang was a smart and studious child. He completed high school with the help of government scholarships and achieved excellent results in the college entrance examination, gaining admission to the Computer Science Department of Luojia Mountain Comprehensive Vocational and Technical Training College, a "Double First-Class" university.

Zhang Anbang was overjoyed to receive the notification and went home to tell his grandfather the good news, but when he entered the house, he saw the old man lying on the ground.

After spending more than a month in the hospital and spending all their money, they were ultimately unable to save Old Zhang's life. The villagers helped with Old Zhang's funeral arrangements.

From then on, Zhang Anbang was left with only one son in the once happy family. Not only that, the family also ran out of money. The villagers were not well-off. His grandfather had already borrowed money from the entire village to pay for his medical treatment. The scholarships from the county and the school for his university admission had also been spent, and there was no way to pay for his tuition.

Upon hearing about this situation, Zhang Anbang's homeroom teacher took the initiative to contact Zhang Anbang and informed him that he could join the army under his current circumstances. He then produced a document that the school had received: "Notice from the Ministry of Finance, the Ministry of Education, the Ministry of Human Resources and Social Security, the Ministry of Veterans Affairs, and the National Defense Mobilization Department of the Central Military Commission on Issuing the 'Measures for the Management of Student Financial Aid Funds'".

The document stipulates that the state will provide a one-time compensation for tuition fees paid during school or repayment of national student loans used for tuition fees to college students who enlist in the military for compulsory service or are recruited as sergeants upon enlistment.

Students who were enrolled in higher education institutions (including freshmen admitted to colleges and universities in accordance with national enrollment regulations) before enlisting in the military for compulsory service, and whose student status or admission qualifications are retained during their service in accordance with relevant national regulations, and who voluntarily resume their studies or enroll after their discharge, are eligible for tuition fee reduction or exemption.

For newly enrolled students who, after retiring from the military, choose independent employment and are admitted to higher education institutions through the national unified college entrance examination or vocational college entrance examination and register on campus, tuition reduction, tuition compensation, repayment of national student loans, and tuition reduction standards will be implemented, with a maximum of 16000 yuan per undergraduate student per year.

At this moment, Zhang Anbang's greatest feeling is gratitude for the country's good policies.

From then on, he signed up for military service and embarked on a two-year compulsory military service, becoming a proud electronic warfare infantryman.

Zhang Anbang, who had been rather introverted in recent years, became less introverted in the army with the help of his comrades.

After retiring from the military and returning to school, Zhang Anbang found himself surrounded by several lively and cheerful young men in his dormitory. His personality returned to normal, and he became lively and cheerful again.

While studying, I did some part-time jobs. After graduation, I went to work in a space factory doing some development work. Finally, last year, I paid off all the debts my family had previously owed.

Zhang Anbang felt incredibly relaxed. He happened to be chatting with his comrades in the group chat when he learned that three of his comrades from the same company had come to work in this city. So the group made plans to meet up for drinks.

"Hey young man, it's time to get off. It's not too late, is it?"

"It's not too late, it's not too late, thank you for your help."

As soon as Zhang Anbang got out of the car, he saw three comrades standing outside Xiaomin's food stall.

"Chaozi, Zhige, Lao Hei, I've missed you guys so much."

"Hey, Zhang Gong, you've finally arrived! We've been waiting for you. You'll have to be punished with a few drinks later," Old Hei replied with a chuckle.

Old Hei was a year ahead of Zhang Anbang. Because Zhang Anbang retained his university student status, the veterans nicknamed him "Zhang Gong" (meaning "Zhang Engineer"), after all, because he was a software engineer.

Chaozi was furious. "Old Hei, all you do is bully our class vice-captain. Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson today."

The group of people entered the store chatting and laughing.

While eating and drinking, they chatted about their lives in recent years. After a meal of food and drinks, they still weren't satisfied, so they went to the nearby Haoleidi KTV for a second round.

Through the slightly ajar door of room 308 in the karaoke bar, a distinctly different singing voice could be heard coming from the other rooms.

It was a sunny morning.

The sound of pigeons whistling accompanied the reveille.

But the world is not at peace.

Even in times of peace, there are turbulent events.

Are you ready?

Soldiers

When that day truly arrives

……

Don't worry, motherland, don't worry, family.

To achieve victory, I must bravely advance.

"Come on, come on, keep drinking, the next song is coming soon, everyone stand at attention after you finish drinking, and then sing."

After each person finished chugging a bottle, a loud and serious piece of music began to play. Thump, thump, thump, and the group quickly stood at attention and started singing along to the rhythm.

Listen

The bugle call to a new journey has sounded.

The goal of building a strong military calls forth from the front.

If the country is to become strong, we must take on responsibilities.

The battle flag is inscribed with the glory of iron and blood.

……

In this private room with its unusual music, the four men drank until midnight before staggeringly paying their bill and returning to their lodgings.

Zhang Anbang staggered back to his lodgings, collapsed onto the floor, and fell asleep immediately; he was quite drunk. Although he was from eastern Shandong and had a good tolerance for alcohol, it depended on who he was drinking with.

The three comrades-in-arms are from Inner Mongolia, Northeast China, and Henan. They are truly evenly matched and have met their match. There is absolutely no advantage in terms of regional genes.