My name is Xiaobing, and I have loved raising pigs since I was a child. That year, I stood by the pigsty, looking at a group of cheerful piglets, but I had a bold idea in my heart: I am going to the military academy!
"Little soldier, why are you doing this? How good it is to raise pigs, safe and stable. The instructor tried to persuade me.
"Instructor, I just want to try. "My eyes are steadfast.
"Alas, you're going, who's going to see this pigsty?" the instructor shook his head and sighed.
In this way, I took the identity of a pig soldier and embarked on the road to the military school. When I got there, I realized that the training here was so hard. Every day before dawn, we had to get up for a run, and at night we had to study military theory. I gritted my teeth and told myself I couldn't give up.
One day, the instructor came to see me, and he looked at my dark and thin face with guilt in his eyes.
"Little soldier, you've really suffered. He sighed.
"Instructor, I'm not afraid of hardship. "I patted my chest.
"Then you can't bring the spirit of pig breeding to the troops!" the instructor suddenly raised his voice.
It turned out that he heard that in addition to training, I also helped the cooking class raise pigs. I smiled and scratched my head in embarrassment.
As the days passed, my performance in the military school got better and better. The instructor was no longer so remorseful, and he began to be proud of me. One day, the army was going to select special forces, and I did not hesitate to sign up.
On the day of the audition, I tried my best and finally managed to make the cut at the last minute. The moment I got the special forces badge, the instructor also came.
"Little soldier, you can do it!" he patted me on the shoulder excitedly.
"Instructor, thank you for that. I laughed.
"Thank me, why?" the instructor looked confused.
"Because you have made me understand that as long as you have the spirit of a pig soldier, there is no difficulty that cannot be overcome. I said seriously.
The instructor smiled, and he held my hand tightly, tears glistening in his eyes. At that moment, I knew that I was no longer the little soldier who could only raise pigs, but a real special soldier.
In the days that followed, with the spirit of a pig soldier, I completed the arduous task again and again. The instructors often mentioned me as a good soldier. And I always remember those days of raising pigs, and they made me understand that as long as you have faith, you can overcome everything.
Now, I have been discharged from the army and returned to my hometown. I still raise pigs, but I still have the dream of that special forces soldier in my heart. In the dead of night, I think about those days, those days with the instructors. I know that those years have become the most precious treasure in my life.
Life after being discharged from the army was calm and fulfilling, and I was busy every day between the pigsty and the farmland, but the blood of the special forces was still boiling in my body. One day, I was feeding the piglets in the pigsty when the village chief came to me in a hurry.
"Little soldier, I have an urgent mission that needs your help. There was a hint of nervousness on the village chief's face.
"What's the matter? I'll do my best. I put down the feed in my hand and said seriously.
"A group of suspicious people have been found in the mountains near our village, and the police need the assistance of locals who are familiar with the terrain. The village chief explained.
I didn't say a word, and immediately agreed. This mission reminds me of my days in the Special Forces Forces, where the challenges and excitement were repeated yesterday.
Led by the police, our group quickly marched up the mountain. With my experience as a special forces, I led everyone through the mountains and forests carefully. Finally, we found the hiding place of the suspicious group.
"Little Bing, what are your plans?" the police chief asked.
I pondered for a moment, then developed a plan of action. Under the cover of night, we quietly approached the target. When everything was ready, I was the first to rush in.
"Police, don't move!" I shouted.
The suspicious people were frightened by our sudden appearance and did not dare to act rashly. With our joint efforts, we were able to subdue them all.
After the task was completed, the head of the police held my hand tightly and said gratefully: "Little soldier, the success of this operation is thanks to you. ”
I smiled and replied, "I just did what I was supposed to do." ”
This incident made me realize that even after being discharged from the military, I can still contribute to society. The instructor once told me that the spirit of pig raising soldiers is not only hard-working, but also a kind of responsibility and responsibility.
The days back in my hometown have become busier. In addition to raising pigs, I also joined the volunteer team to help the village solve various problems. The instructor often called me to ask how I was doing.
"Little Bing, I heard that you have made meritorious service again recently?" the instructor's laughter came from the other end of the phone.
"Instructor, I just did my duty as a veteran. I said modestly.
"Good job! I believe that you will be able to carry forward the spirit of the pig soldiers. "The instructor encouraged me.
With the encouragement of my instructors, I was able to strengthen my belief. In the dead of night, I think of those years as a special forces, and they inspire me to keep going.
Today, I am a role model in my village. I use practical actions to tell everyone that as long as there is faith, pig soldiers can also become heroes. And my story continues, but it no longer needs words to describe it. Because, life itself is a wonderful show, and I am the protagonist who never gives up.
As the days passed, I raised pigs, helped villagers, participated in volunteer services, and lived a full and happy life. Until one day, the instructor suddenly called, with a hint of seriousness in his voice.
"Little soldier, there's something I want to discuss with you. The instructor's voice made my heart tighten.
"Instructor, you say. "I immediately straightened my attitude.
"You know, the country needs us veterans right now, especially those like you who have special forces experience. There's a task I'd like to hear from you. "The instructor's words made my heart move.
I was silent for a moment, and my heart stirred. I knew that this could be my chance to prove myself again.
"Instructor, I do. I replied firmly.
A few days later, I put on my uniform again, this time on a mission to assist a special forces unit in a covert operation. My heart was full of excitement and nervousness, but more than that, I was confident in the spirit of the pig soldiers.
The operation began, and I walked through the jungle with the soldiers of the troops, climbing cliffs. In the process of overcoming difficulties again and again, I felt my own growth and change. I'm no longer the little soldier who can only raise pigs, but a fighter who can fight side by side with special forces.
During a night operation, we were ambushed by the enemy. In the darkness, I clearly heard the instructor's voice: "Little soldiers, protect yourself and lead everyone to break through!"
I rushed forward without hesitation, and with the tenacity of the pig minions and the skills of the special forces, we managed to repel the enemy. That night, I stood on the battlefield, looking at the starry sky, and my heart was full of longing for my hometown and gratitude to my instructor.
After the task was completed, the instructor personally awarded me a certificate of honor. He patted me on the shoulder, smiled and said, "Little soldier, you did it, you proved that pig creeps can be battle heroes." ”
There were tears in my eyes, and at that moment, I understood that the spirit of the pig soldier had been deeply imprinted in my heart, and it made me never forget my original intention and move forward bravely.
When I returned to my hometown, I was warmly welcomed by the villagers. They treat me as a hero, but I always think that I am just an ordinary pig soldier, just standing up and doing what I should do at certain times.
The instructor would come to visit me from time to time, and we would chat around the pigsty and look back on the past. He would smile and say, "Little soldier, your story has become a legend in the army." ”
I would smile and reply, "Instructor, these are all thanks to the spirit of the pig soldiers." ”
Time flies, I still stick to the front line of pig raising, but I already have more responsibilities and responsibilities in my heart. I know that the story of the pig soldier continues, not with words, but with my actions to influence and help more people.
One day, I was busy in the pigsty when I suddenly received a strange phone call.
"Hey, hello, is it a creep?" the voice on the other end of the phone was a little anxious.
"I am, who are you?" I asked, confused.
"I'm your former comrade-in-arms in the special forces, Xiao Li. We have an urgent mission that we need your help on. Xiao Li's voice made my heart tighten.
"What mission?" I immediately raised my guard.
"We were on a special mission and we had some surprises. We need your expertise to help us solve problems. Xiao Li's words reminded me of those days of special forces.
I was silent for a moment, then replied, "I'll come right over." ”
I simply packed my bags, said goodbye to my family, and set out on my way to the special forces. Along the way, my heart raced, and tension and excitement intertwined.
When I put on the uniform of the special forces again and stood in the ranks, I felt a familiar feeling. The eyes of the comrades-in-arms were full of anticipation and trust.
"Little creep, it's great that you're back. We need your help. "The commander held my hand tightly.
I nodded, my heart full of determination.
Over the next few days, we had intense training and drills. I used my expertise to help the team solve many problems. In a simulated training, we encountered an unexpected situation, and I led the team to successfully deal with the crisis with the spirit of pig soldiers and the experience of special forces.
"Little soldier, you can do it!" the commander looked at me appreciatively.
"I just did my part. I replied modestly.
The mission finally arrived, and we were sent to a remote area to carry out the mission. In the course of our mission, we encountered a fierce attack from the enemy. In the heat of battle, I gave full play to the tenacity of pig minions and the skills of special forces, and successfully repelled the enemy.
After the mission was completed, we returned to the base. The commander personally presented me with the Medal of Honor, he patted me on the shoulder, smiled and said: "Little soldier, you have once again proven your worth. ”
There were tears in my eyes, and at that moment, I understood that the spirit of the pig soldier had been deeply imprinted in my heart, and it made me never forget my original intention and move forward bravely.
When I returned to my hometown, I was warmly welcomed by the villagers. They treat me as a hero, but I always think that I am just an ordinary pig soldier, just standing up and doing what I should do at certain times.
The instructor would come to visit me from time to time, and we would chat around the pigsty and look back on the past. He would smile and say, "Little soldier, your story has become a legend in the army." ”
I would smile and reply, "Instructor, these are all thanks to the spirit of the pig soldiers." ”
Time flies, I still stick to the front line of pig raising, but I already have more responsibilities and responsibilities in my heart. I know that the story of the pig soldier continues, not with words, but with my actions to influence and help more people.