After joining the Reconnaissance Company, he started firearms training and was incidentally discovered to possess the potential of a sniper.
Everyone says that every sharpshooter is "fed" by bullets, so he was selected as a key target for training.
While training in shooting, he couldn’t slack off in other trainings either and had to keep up, so he seed to get even busier.
By the ti spring blood, his space level finally rose to Level 7, and he opened up a new field to plant lotus roots, peas, and red roses.
He cleaned the lotus roots and gnawed on them directly, enjoying their subtly sweet taste that was crisp and refreshing, not bad at all.
He had now fully adapted to life in the Reconnaissance Company, basically communicating with his grandfather once a month, his elder’s health robust and enjoying his food.
After over half a year of special training, he had successfully grown from a conscript to a qualified Private First Class.
Day after day, from "hang dead pig" to Bar Flying, he even practiced his grip while reading and writing.
Swimming and rock climbing, he honed wall-climbing skills through sweat and blood.
Capture and Capture, the Reconnaissance blade striking with lethal certainty.
Capable as the king of land warfare, he also developed the might of a dragon soaring from the abyss.
Familiarizing with various firearms, stalking through fields and jungles...
Each training session saw the spill of their blood, sweat, and tears.
Because physical prowess is the bread and butter of a Reconnaissance Soldier, and combat effectiveness their benchmark, he crawled through thorns day after day, trading scars for growth ti and again.
Never had he imagined that military service could be so inspirational, his blood boiling with fervor.
The longer he served, the more he felt like a true man of iron and steel, cutting off his previously effeminate thoughts cleanly.
He would participate in exercises and reconnaissance missions with his comrades, and two years of army life had completely transford him.
By June 1968, to prevent sudden ground attacks and ard invasions by the Soviets and solidify the security of our northeast border, the military command undertook campaign fire reconnaissance in Heihe, Jiamusi, and Mudanjiang, aid at delaying and inflicting casualties on the enemy, in coordination with field army campaign maneuvers. This laid the foundation for the full mobilization of the populace in warti and systematically eradicating the invaders, which was the infancy of the Heilong River Construction Corps.
At the establishnt of the corps, it absorbed 93 state-run farms and fisheries, restructured into 5 divisions (controlling 58 regints) and 3 independent regints. It drew elite staff from the major military regional commands, political departnts, and logistics departnts to form the corps’ command, political, and logistics offices. Furthermore, so officers with actual combat experience were transferred from various field armies, garrison areas, artillery, and engineering units within the military region to lead the divisions and regints.
Due to this, there were personnel changes within the units, but the impact on these grassroots soldiers was minimal, and he had grown from a soldier to a veteran, who also advanced to squad leader as a veteran.
During the ti when educated youths went to support the rural countryside or to Xinjiang, Heilong River Construction Corps to break new ground and farm, in the spring of ’69, in July and August, the Soviets clashed with our nation. Being in proximity, Zheng Long was fortunate to be selected for the battlefield.
This was his first real encounter with war. Although it erupted during a ti of peace, the provocation of the enemy, the brutality of the ard conflict, was no less fierce than in tis of war. Moreover, weapons had advanced further, and in this war, Zheng Long witnessed the horrifying extent of human cruelty.
When he killed for the first ti, his hands trembled, his heart was in disarray, but he had no ti to think of anything else. On the battlefield, it was either you or ; there was no room for error. A mont’s distraction could cost a comrade’s life.
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