Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Tick, tick, tick...

At five o'clock in the morning, in a rented room with paper balls all over the floor and a faint musty smell.

Worker Liu Qiang was wearing baggy shorts and squatting on a gaming chair.

With a Hongtashan cigarette in his mouth, he stretched his neck and stared at the computer screen with his eyes half-closed.

[How can someone so ugly and with such poor acting skills still act? She must have slept with the director and producer!]

[I have a friend who works on film sets. He said this female celebrity has an extremely promiscuous private life and even keeps more than 20 mistresses...]

Liu Qiang was holding a cigarette in his mouth, typing away on the keyboard with his imagination running wild.

Soon, his message pop-ups exploded.

Among them, most of them were fans of that female star who scolded him.

The rest were a bunch of netizens who were just watching the fun and asking him about the so-called truth.

Liu Qiang flicked the ash off his cigarette, picked up the Red Bull on the table and took a sip. He felt extremely refreshed.

Then, he continued to search for new prey on Weibo.

Soon, he found a popular blogger who shared his daily life.

The delicacies, luxury cars and watches in the photos are dazzling.

This luxurious life made him, a poor worker who earned 2,500 yuan a month, envious and extremely unhappy.

[Not a buddy? You're so embarrassed to post a picture of a rotten steak and some crappy bread online! What's so good about that coffee? It's just soy milk back home!]

[Do you think I care? What the hell is it to me?]

[No! It's my business, isn't it? I can't say a word. You only drive a Mercedes-Benz E worth over 500,000 yuan. What's so great about you? Have you ever seen a luxury car? Do you know what a Maybach is? Do you know what a Bugatti Veyron is?]

[Fuck, do you really have a Maybach at home? This is a stolen picture, definitely stolen from the internet. If you can, try making a six in the driver's seat...]

Looking at the private message in the background, the other party sent a photo of sitting in a Maybach Riviera.

Liu Qiang's face turned red and he felt extremely unhappy.

Immediately afterwards, he received a photo of the other person sitting in the driver's seat of a Bugatti with his middle finger raised.

Liu Qiang was so angry that he almost wanted to smash the keyboard.

Damn, how does this guy make money?

He must be a rich second generation, he must be rich!

His father is definitely not a good person. He is either a CX person or a fraudster!

[Haha, you just have a couple of stinky bucks. Can you compare to the depth of my life? Have you read The Way of the Wolf? Have you read Guiguzi? Do you know what the Four Great Classics are...]

Liu Qiang was typing on the keyboard fiercely, his anger level had reached red temperature.

But after he edited a long paragraph mocking the other party, he found that the other party had actually blacklisted him, and the message could not be sent at all!

"Fuck you!"

Liu Qiang slammed his fist on the table in anger, feeling helpless and furious.

As a professional troll, his motto is to strike hard online but be timid in real life.

So in his spare time, his biggest hobby is to criticize people and spread rumors on the Internet.

But now he was being confronted by a rich idiot, which made him very unhappy.

Therefore, he had to find a new target and lash out at him harshly to vent his hatred.

At this moment, Liu Qiang accidentally discovered that a hot topic called "Protect the cutest people with love" was pushed to the top of the list.

"The cutest person? And I still need to use love. How ridiculous!"

Liu Qiang rubbed his hands and couldn't wait to click on the topic post.

I want to use the keyboard in my hand to vent my dissatisfaction with real life.

But as he watched, his expression gradually became serious.

He put down his legs from the stool and put his hands on his mouth.

Looking at the tragic photos and thrilling rescue videos, he swallowed hard.

As the hostility dissipated, a deep sadness spread in his heart.

"I can't spray it, I really can't spray it..."

As the mouse wheel scrolled down, Liu Qiang saw two more pictures.

The first picture shows the back of a young soldier squatting on the ground, tying the shoelaces of a little girl whose image is blurred.

The other photo shows the soldier taking off his uniform and covering the little girl with it.

Although the picture has been mosaiced, you can still see a large area of ​​deep red printed in the middle of the military uniform.

Two lines of tears rolled down his face, and Liu Qiang choked and wiped his face with his sleeves.

He clicked on the comment section and typed out a paragraph word by word.

[Salute to the most adorable people! Long live the soldiers of Yan Country! ]

......

At seven o'clock in the morning, the lights were on in the patrol team's reading room.

A group of young pickets were gathered around a newspaper and engaged in a heated discussion.

"What are you talking about? It's so lively." Guo Mingliang, a veteran of the second phase, walked over curiously.

"Captain, didn't you read the headlines of today's morning paper?" someone immediately asked.

"I haven't seen it yet. What's wrong? Did something big happen?"

"Something big has happened, a huge thing!"

The one who was on patrol with him yesterday said immediately with lingering fear.

"Captain, weren't we on a field mission yesterday? Luckily, we didn't go through the old city on our way back. There was a liquefied gas explosion there, and half the street was blown away..."

After listening to the other party's story, Guo Mingliang felt a chill on his back and cold sweat on his palms.

Yesterday, when he was preparing to go back, he bought some things from the old town.

Later, I met a wandering new soldier at the station. After checking him out, he suddenly forgot about the matter and did not go to the old town.

Guo Mingliang was also a little frightened: "It's a good thing we didn't go, otherwise we would either be lying in the morgue or seriously injured in the hospital."

"However, this firefighter is truly heroic. He saved so many lives by himself. I wonder if he managed to save them all?"

"Firefighter?" The person next to him immediately took the newspaper and said, "The one who saved the most people wasn't a firefighter. He was a soldier like us."

"Here, look!"

Guo Mingliang immediately took the newspaper and read it carefully.

Only then did I realize that before the fire brigade arrived, there was a soldier maintaining order at the scene.

Moreover, it was he who rushed into the sea of ​​fire regardless of danger and opened a life path for the child.

It’s a pity that the soldier tore off all the armbands on his clothes before saving the people.

Therefore, we can only determine that it is the Yan State Army from the camouflage uniforms.

As for the unit he belongs to, the branch of service, and his military rank, nothing is known.

Just now, everyone gathered together and chatted enthusiastically, wondering which unit this soldier was from.

Is it a non-commissioned officer or an officer?

Is he a civilian cadre or one in charge of military affairs?

Looking at the blurry picture in the newspaper, Guo Mingliang couldn't help but feel great respect in his heart.

“This is the true LF spirit of doing good deeds without leaving a name!”

"No matter which unit he belongs to, he is a hero, a true hero!"

......

"What? That young man who saved people wasn't a firefighter, but a soldier. He's from our 32nd Army?"

"I haven't read the newspaper yet. I saw it on my phone before going to bed last night. When the report said it was a firefighter, I thought..."

"Yes, yes, yes! Leader, give me a day, no, half a day, and I will definitely find his unit!"

"Don't worry, the list of officers and non-commissioned officers who are out on the road is well-documented. I'll be able to find the unit that fire-fighting hero belongs to soon, and I'll report back to you in detail then!"

In the military command office, Army Commander Wei Changjun hung up the phone and immediately called his secretary over.

"Commander, what are your instructions?"

"Did you watch the news about the firefighting yesterday?"

"You mean the one that caused the gas explosion in the old town and the fire?"

"Yes!" Wei Changjun stood up, put on his military cap and said seriously.

"Our army is the only one stationed near the area. The fire-fighting hero is most likely from our army!"

"I now demand that you find this person's affiliation and all their information as quickly as possible!"

"Yes!" The secretary nodded vigorously.

"And more! Firefighters, police, medical staff, local media, and people from all walks of life are all concerned about his safety!"

"Get the car ready right now! I want to go to the hospital myself to see our hero!"

"When I get back, I'll personally ask for credit for him!"

"Yes!"

.......

Snapped!

Ten o'clock in the morning, in the regiment office.

The head of the group, Qiu Guohai, slammed the table and pointed angrily at Ge Zhiyong and Bi Yuan, who were standing in front of him like telephone poles.

"You two, you two are just like bears, two big bears!"

"Do you know how much harm a deserting recruit could cause? If we can't find him, even I'll suffer with you!"

"Right now, I really want to kick you both off the building!"