This disaster took the lives of three billion people globally, nearly causing racial extinction, and was the largest and most severe catastrophe in human history. However, humans closed the Pandora’s box with their own hands, sealing it in the river of history, never to be opened again.
Zhou Rong, this commander with only four soldiers, finally managed to select a group of elite troops from various military regions and bring them back to headquarters for elimination and special training.
Sinan, who could have lived comfortably on state support for a lifetime, took on the role of special training instructor, but given his teaching style, the students who were “screwed over” didn’t like him much.
Sinan didn’t care whether the “weaklings” liked him or not. He cared that General Zheng had finally signed his official appointment as a military special tactical consultant. From now on, he was no longer civilian volunteer Sinan, but the chief instructor of Special Forces 118, even assigned an office with good lighting, ventilation, and close to the cafeteria.
Given that Sinan had officially joined 118, Yan Hao sincerely requested to give up his “squad flower” title, but was politely and firmly refused by Sinan.
After the first batch of personnel was added, Zhou Rong decided to organize them into four squadrons, led by Yan Hao, Chun Cao, Ding Shi, and Guo Weixiang. The original 118th Sixth Squadron was thus dispersed and became the backbone of the new 118—and the soul of this unit was reborn from those special forces who had sacrificed themselves, to be continuously passed on in future battles and fires.
Before the new establishment was implemented, the original Sixth Squadron executed their final mission.
They organized the name tags and relics of seventeen fallen comrades, including Zhang Yingjie’s ashes, and set out on a journey to find the families of these comrades.
This was not a long journey, as the families of 118 were relatively concentrated and had been sent to refugee bases when the disaster first broke out, making them traceable. But the process was extremely arduous, with each military family’s crying and grief repeatedly imprinted on their souls and flesh.
