All the heavens begin with the love in the courtyard.

Outsiders have no idea what the conversation between the two was about. All that is known is that after this incident, Zhong Yuemin and his fifth squad were sent to a training camp deep in the mountains. Zhong Yuemin finally received his new mission.

The new mission is to lead eleven men from the fifth squad through a series of deep mountains within a week, against an enemy regiment, to rescue the target.

The mission prompt indicates that the enemy has three gathering places, and it is currently unclear which gathering place the hostages are being held in.

Seeing this test, Zhong Yuemin finally realized that his chance to perform had arrived, and the higher-ups had finally noticed his special little team.

The mission lasted a week, and Zhong Yuemin spent three days conducting reconnaissance, analyzing the enemy's troop distribution and weaknesses. There was only one water source in the area, and there were fixed personnel fetching water every day. The water source was not heavily guarded.

With a simple poison attack, most of the enemies can be easily eliminated after dinner. Finally, a feint attack can be used to disperse their forces once again.

One night, Zhong Yuemin led four commandos to end the battle within fifteen minutes, successfully rescued the hostages, and retreated safely, completing the hostage rescue mission with zero casualties.

The results of this training made many senior officers realize for the first time the magic of special operations. The destruction caused by such a small-scale individual combat team left everyone dumbfounded.

From that day on, Zhong Yuemin's special forces plan finally received approval from above, and a special unit codenamed "Dragon" was born in a mountainous area.

The birth of this company, which carries special significance, made Zhong Yuemin fully realize that this world would no longer be the world of the original story, because he had changed.

Zhong Yuemin also understood that a small innovation he had made in northern Shaanxi had changed the fate of a small county.

This time, however, I can change the fate of many more people, including myself.

As this mysterious unit achieved its victories, it gained real-world experience in the following years, and its superiors finally gave it due recognition.

In August 1977, a special branch of the military was officially established in the army, and the special forces organization officially came to the fore.

Twenty-six-year-old Zhong Yuemin was also recommended to military academy as a battalion-level soldier. It was also in this year that his relationship with Zhou Xiaobai was finally settled.

The two officially obtained their marriage certificate in September and became a legal couple.

Over the years, the two had only met three times in person, and the rest of the time they communicated by letter. The first time they met, Zhou Xiaobai took the initiative to hold Zhong Yuemin's hand.

The second time, Zhong Yuemin took the initiative to sleep with her.

The third time, the two officially got married.

From the moment Zhong Yuemin swore an oath to establish the special forces team codenamed "Dragon," he knew that he could never take off this military uniform for the rest of his life.

Zhou Xiaobai is probably the most suitable person for her. The Qinling Mountains of the past have become a distant memory.

The future depicted in the original work is already far removed from my own; in this life, I'll just live it up properly this time.

Zhong Yuemin was recalled to the army before he graduated from military academy because the war in the south had already begun.

In this war, Zhong Yuemin, with his forward-thinking mindset and some predictions ahead of his time, led several special operations teams to display countless brilliant achievements on the battlefield, allowing the world to rediscover this ancient country.

Zhong Yuemin originally thought he would stay in the army for the rest of his life, and at least have a general's star on his shoulder before retirement. However, a month before the end of the war, a bullet pierced Zhong Yuemin's chest. At that moment, he felt a violent tearing of his soul, causing his consciousness to be instantly pulled out of his body.

Looking at Zhong Yuemin's pale face from the sky, he seemed to feel a sense of relief. Perhaps the absence of that soul-binding force in his mind brought him a sense of liberation.

Zhang Peng's memories returned to his mind once again. He thought he would wake up quickly, but at that moment, he felt as if time and space were accelerating, and fragments of Zhong Yuemin's future slowly appeared.

He saw that Zhong Yuemin had been rescued, but he was no longer able to engage in strenuous exercise and could only regretfully retire from the army.

After retiring from the military, Zhong Yuemin would accompany his father shopping every day, and Zhou Xiaobai would transfer to work at a nearby hospital in order to take care of him.

A year later, the couple had a child. Zhong Yuemin, like an old man, accompanied his father Zhong Shanyue every day, pushing the stroller and taking walks in the park. His face always seemed to have that calm and indifferent expression. He often sat on a park bench, staring blankly at the sky.

Until one day, a woman suddenly appeared in front of him. The woman was tall and fashionable, with fair skin and a smile that resembled a crescent moon. She walked gracefully to Zhong Yuemin's bench, her lips slightly upturned, and slowly spoke.

"Yuemin, it's been a long time!"

"Above the moon... how many dreams are soaring freely...!"

Zhang Peng opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling fan and the familiar wooden bed.

Chapter 165: That man looks like a dog

Zhang Peng opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long time before a murmured voice came from beside him, which brought him back to his senses.

"Honey, turn off the alarm!"

"Ok!"

Zhang Peng slowly got up, looking at Chen Ling's swollen belly, his expression somewhat dazed. This was his life!

After getting up, washing his face and rinsing his mouth, and cooking noodles, Zhang Peng felt as if this kind of life had become ingrained in his bones. The dream memories of Zhong Yuemin still lingered faintly in his mind.

The last face I saw was probably Qin Ling's, it's just a bit of a pity!

Zhang Peng shook his head helplessly. How could it not be a pity?

Due to the aftereffects of the chest injury, Zhong Yuemin was unable to engage in strenuous exercise. Every time he had sex with Zhou Xiaobai, he could only lie motionless like a corpse, and any slight movement would cause him excruciating chest pain.

It's only because Zhou Xiaobai loves him enough, otherwise he would probably have been cheated on long ago.

When you finally encounter the Qinling Mountains, is it a tragedy or a comedy?

Who knows?

Anyway, I don't know anymore, but...

Thinking of this, Zhong Yuemin suddenly threw a straight punch with his left hand, quickly striking the air and making a series of crackling sounds.

Zhang Peng's lips curled into a smile. Just as he had guessed, Zhong Yuemin's years of hard work in mastering the fundamentals had essentially been passed down to him.

Looking out the window at the height of the seventh floor, he suddenly felt that if he didn't use any other tools, he could jump down with just five points of leverage.

It was a strange instinctive reaction. Zhang Peng shook his head helplessly. In this peaceful era, he should be able to protect himself to some extent. Perhaps it would be of greater help in other dream worlds in the future.

I wonder which era my next dream will take me to.

Whatever! I don't want to think about it anymore!

Zhang Peng looked up at the window opposite and saw the same couple working the night shift.

In the building next door, a couple who worked the night shift had just returned home. The wife looked tired, but her life seemed to be a never-ending repetition of yesterday.

The two houses were less than two meters apart, but the wife kept her head down, as if she only cared about the stir-fried vegetables in her pot. Zhang Peng smelled the aroma and realized that it was probably stir-fried carrots and pork today. It looked like the pork was overcooked again.

Zhang Peng brought over two bowls of noodles, placed them on the small table, and called out to Chen Ling, who was still sleeping in.

"Honey, the noodles are ready! Get up and eat quickly, or they'll clump together!"

"Okay, you eat first, I'll sleep a little longer!"

"Okay, okay, then eat it when you get up. A package should be arriving today, remember to pick it up at the Cainiao Station later, it's a box of prenatal milk powder!"

"Ok!"

Zhang Peng smiled and shook his head helplessly. This was life. His wife was pregnant, and he was just an ordinary worker. However, life was already moving in a positive direction. With his dream superpowers, he was sure to have a wonderful future.

Zhang Peng hurriedly finished his noodles, looked at Chen Ling still in bed, shook his head helplessly, turned around, opened the door, closed the door, and walked towards the fast food restaurant.

This is what ordinary people's lives are like: every day, besides the daily necessities, everything else is mundane.

Although he now possesses superb culinary skills and basic military skills that even he himself doesn't know how many people he could take on, he still only plans to work steadily at a fast food restaurant and earn 10,000 yuan a month to make ends meet.

It's not that he doesn't want to have fun, it's that he's no longer alone.

His wife is now more than five months pregnant, and he only has 28,000 yuan in savings. His life cannot afford any fluctuations now.

Ordinary people never feel secure about life. Perhaps in the future, after their children are born and they have a hundred thousand or twenty thousand in savings, they might indulge themselves.

Sigh, Zhang Peng slowly walked out of the urban village with the flow of people going to work. His simple and honest stature made him inconspicuous in the crowd, as if every face was named Zhang Peng.

Upon arriving at the fast food restaurant, Zhong Yuemin opened the roller shutter door, pushed out a small tricycle, and rode it towards the vegetable market a kilometer away.

In reality, my daily life consists of going to the market to buy vegetables, then having the helper come to chop and wash the vegetables and cook rice. I am responsible for processing the ingredients and starting to prepare the large pot of dishes. At noon, the boss's younger brother, Wangzai, will come to sell the food and collect money. The get off work continues in the afternoon, and I get off work around 7:30 pm. Life is just like that.

This kind of life isn't particularly difficult, but it's not particularly easy either. If you're a little more thoughtful, you can earn a hundred or two hundred yuan a day to make a profit on the price difference when buying groceries, since Sister Xia won't check the accounts anyway.

Before he knew it, it was noon. The crowds of people eating lunch gradually dispersed. Zhang Peng came out of the kitchen, sat down in a chair, crossed his legs, and looked at the crowds at the subway exit, lost in thought.

Wangzai, the small business owner who sells food and collects money, had a cigarette in his mouth and was frantically tapping on his phone while cursing and swearing. He was also exchanging insults with his teammates via voice chat. When his teammates cursed him for playing like a piece of crap, Wangzai cursed the women in their entire female families.

The noise made Zhang Peng glance at Wangzai's phone screen, only to see that Wangzai's Little Luban only had one-third of its health remaining.

With five fully healed pursuers right behind him, he frantically tapped the screen, shouting for his teammates to come and save him, while also running towards them.

When Zhang Peng looked, he was shocked to see that all his teammates were fighting the dragon and were all low on health. The dragon king only had one-fifth of its health left, and Wangzai had lured five full-health enemies over. Zhang Peng couldn't bear to see this cruel scene and quickly looked away.

Youth is wonderful; besides playing games, you don't need to use your brain at all. Sure enough, after a while, Wangzi put down his phone, cursing and swearing. Still angry and resentful, he took a drag of his cigarette, saw Zhang Peng across from him, took out a cigarette from his pack, and threw it at him.

Zhang Peng quickly took the cigarette, looked at the Double Happiness logo, and twirled it in his hand, lost in thought. It seemed like he hadn't smoked in a long time since his wife got pregnant.

I subconsciously put it in my mouth, grabbed a lighter from the side, lit it, and took a deep breath. The familiar taste filled my nostrils—it felt so good!

Wangzai continued with the next ranked match, while Zhang Peng sat at the entrance of the fast food restaurant, smoking and gazing into the distance at the subway entrance, lost in thought.

A man in his thirties, dressed casually, stood at the subway entrance waiting for something. He was holding a jianbing guozi (a type of Chinese crepe) in his hand, and looked somewhat anxious, glancing at his phone every now and then, as if he was waiting for someone.

Zhang Peng exhaled a smoke ring, guessing that the man was probably waiting for a woman, because men only show that anxious expression when they are waiting for a woman.

Just then, a woman dressed as a white-collar worker walked out of the subway entrance. She looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with fair skin and a pretty face. She was carrying a small handbag.

She walked up to the man, her attitude clearly impatient. The woman pointed at the man's nose and said something. The man smiled and handed her the jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe). The woman glanced at the jianbing guozi, paused for a second, and then slapped it away, causing it to fall to the ground.

The man glanced down at the jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe), his expression somewhat humble. He kept his head down and didn't argue, just standing there blankly. The woman didn't look at the man again, turned around and walked back into the subway entrance without looking back. Even after his figure disappeared, the man still kept his head down, looking at the jianbing guozi on the ground, as if that jianbing guozi was his whole world.

Zhang Peng took the last drag of his cigarette, tossed the butt on the ground, and continued watching the man at the subway entrance. He was wondering why the man would buy a jianbing (Chinese crepe) for the female office worker in the middle of the day.

Why was that man so humble?

Until the man slowly bent down, picked up the jianbing guozi from the ground, not caring about the dust, with red eyes, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it gently, his eyes suddenly turned red, and tears accompanied the jianbing guozi into his mouth.

Zhang Peng stared intently at the crying man; other people's stories are just so interesting.

"Brother Peng, do you think that man looks like that dog?"

At some point, Wangzai put down his phone and looked at the man at the subway entrance, pointing to a stray dog ​​not far from the man.

Yes, you know what, they really do look alike. Look at that middle-aged man wearing a yellow shirt, he really does resemble that yellow-haired stray dog!

Yes! It really looks like it!

"Yawn! That's all for now, Wangzai. I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when you're done closing up shop!"

"okay!"

Zhang Peng ignored the middle-aged man at the subway entrance and the stray dog. The middle-aged man looked just like a dog, and he really did!

Aren't I the same?

Zhang Peng slumped onto the table and slowly drifted off to sleep, but the image of the middle-aged man crying in his mind just wouldn't go away...!