Xiao Bing had never thought that there would be serious consequences if he and his comrades gathered in a restaurant to deal with a hooligan. He had never experienced the dangers of society and believed that evil would prevail over good. It was only later that he found out that the hooligan he had crippled had a grandfather who carried two general stars on his shoulders and was extremely protective of his shortcomings. For Xiao Bing, who had worked hard to climb up the ranks, this injustice was like stabbing the heavens. It ruined his career as a professional soldier and lost the glory that he had earned with blood. This was the sorrow of a small character.
When the military court's verdict came down, he looked at the heartbroken eyes of the captain who had taken good care of him and understood that he was going to lose everything and become a prisoner. He listened to the heavy verdict and still did not cry. His grandfather, who had raised him before he joined the army, had said more than once that a good man bled but did not cry.
In the cell, the naked Xiao Bing rubbed his neck and slowly bent down to lie on the floor, assuming the standard posture of push-ups. Push-ups were a way to warm up before going to bed in the army. New recruits would be exhausted by 100 push-ups and 100 pull-ups before going to bed. If there were a few emergency gatherings in the middle of the night, the recruits would have the heart to die.
The best soldiers were tortured in the most brutal way. This was the truth of the Old A unit. Xiao Bing was an excellent soldier who was tortured.
Unlike ordinary people, he used his middle finger and index finger to support his strong body. His two thick black eyebrows were slightly raised, and his handsome face had a trace of self-evident confidence. In Old A, everyone did push-ups like this without counting until the sweat dripping from his body left a human-shaped wet mark on the ground.
One push-up per second was Xiao Bing's inherent frequency. Every push-up was perfect. The muscles on his shoulders and arms moved, and the soft lines contained explosive power. Anyone who had personally experienced it would have evaporated from the world to hell. He did 300 in five minutes, and his scarred body was slightly sweaty. He had no intention of stopping. He did 600 in one breath, using ten minutes.
Doing 600 push-ups in the most common way was child's play in the field army. However, doing 600 push-ups with only four fingers was more or less abnormal. Even the arrogant scouts or special forces of the field army would be dumbfounded when they saw someone doing push-ups so valiantly.
Xiao Bing didn't stop warming up after completing the 600 push-ups. He used his calves to hang upside down from the railing of the bed. The bed that was nailed to the wall was 1.6 meters off the ground. Below it was a writing desk, just like the bed in the university dormitory. It was just enough for the 1.8-meter Xiao Bing to do the upside-down. One push-up per second, and another 600 in ten minutes.
Back then, the chief instructor of the Army Saber unit, He Changqing, had once declared that the frequency of Xiao Bing's warm-up exercises would be the standard of the Chinese army. This was just a joke. If Xiao Bing's abnormal behavior was really set as a common standard, then there probably wouldn't be many soldiers in the Chinese army who had the physical fitness to pass.
In the prison cell of Qin City Prison, Xiao Bing did not give up on the actions that he had repeated thousands of times. It was a nostalgic memory of the past and a sign of not giving up. The childishness of throwing away a broken jar would not appear on him. That was a common problem for cowardly trash. Otherwise, how could he, who had joined the army after his grandfather passed away, fight step by step to become a member of " Old A "?
"Giving up after encountering a little setback, this kind of man is useless for life.”
Xiao Bing often thought about his grandfather's words in his empty cell. The first time he heard these words was when he was five years old. He was scolded by his grandfather for not doing a good horse stance and was even slapped twice. As a Shaolin disciple, his grandfather did not have the peace and kindness of Shaolin disciples. He was straightforward and harsh on himself. It was common for him to be scolded and beaten."A cub grows under a stick."
When he was young, he did not understand why his grandfather, who was not related to him by blood, was so fierce. After being slapped, he would always feel resentful and show fear and unwillingness. He even wanted to wait for his martial arts to mature and "spar" with his cruel grandfather. After he joined the army, he understood that everything the old man did was for him. It was also because of the old man's words that he had been able to walk until now.
"I swear, I won't give up. I must live up to grandfather's spirit in heaven.”After warming up, Xiao Bing shouted at the wall, as if he was venting his anger. Then, a bitter smile appeared on his face. It had only been two years, and there were still five years left. He was unwilling to waste seven years in prison.
Xiao Bing faced the wall and was silent for a while. He took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart. He raised his hand and touched a piece of jade tied to his neck with a red string. The jade was crystal clear and emitted a light green glow. Its color was not comparable to those fakes sold in Beijing's Panjiayuan Antique Market. It felt delicate and warm, and a trace of coolness flowed into his heart along his fingertips. His mind was clear, and the remaining trace of annoyance disappeared.
Xiao Bing was used to touching this piece of jade, especially when he was on a mission in the past. After touching it for a long time, the sensitivity of his fingers was much stronger than the other members of " Old A ". Therefore, his shooting results were undoubtedly the best in the team. The only one who could compete with him was Chief Instructor He Changqing.
This piece of ancient jade engraved with a coiling dragon pattern was his most important possession. Twenty years ago, when his grandfather who raised him found him in a grass nest less than a hundred meters away from the national road from Hexi Province to Beijing, this piece of jade was tied around his neck. Grandpa Xiao had some knowledge of antiques. Back then, he could tell at a glance that this piece of jade was extraordinary. In the ten years he spent with Xiao Bing, he often said that he might be the child of a rich family, and this jade would definitely reveal his identity. Xiao Bing never took his grandfather's guess to heart. After living a miserable life with the old man for more than ten years, he gradually ignored his parents, who did not exist in his memory. Only in junior high school did there be an annoying guy in class who would curse him every now and then as a wild child without parents. That was why he was so angry. He was sent flying five to six meters away with a Soaring Cannon. He only used two percent of his strength in that punch. Otherwise, that sharp-tongued little bastard would have died.
In the past few years, whenever Xiao Bing was free, he would look at the ancient jade on his neck. His mind was not thinking about his own background, nor did he fantasize about using the ancient jade to find his parents who might be rich and noble to experience the wonderful feeling of being a rich family's son. Instead, he was thinking about the old man who passed away with a smile after receiving the admission letter. He gently touched the jade body and recalled the little things of his childhood. There was bitterness and sorrow. He could not forget the hard days of more than ten years. He could not embarrass the old man in his heart.
Just as Xiao Bing let go of Gu Yu and walked to the single bathroom in the cell, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground came from the corridor again, and it stopped outside the iron door of Cell 319. It was already night time. What could happen to the four people outside? Xiao Bing frowned and turned to look at the metal door of the cell. He could tell that there were four people outside just by the sound of footsteps. This was the most basic ability of an " Old A."
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