The military is a straight-forward place to begin with. There are not so many roundabout ways to say it.
In addition, European and American people's conversational expressions and language styles tend to be direct, and strangers don't have to be polite when getting to know each other.
With a greeting from Commander Murphy, seven people came up and greeted Long Zhan.
"Sean Button, it's nice to meet you. You have a great body. If you go to WWE, you can beat the shit out of those guys."
The first person to come up was a young man with the lowest rank of E4 noncommissioned officer. His face was full of the smile of a sunny boy.
"I don't want to be a clown."
Long Zhan high-fived Sean and asked with a smile: "Is this your first time to participate in actual combat operations?"
The U.S. Special Forces have an unwritten rule, which is that they must look "like an ordinary person", preferably contrary to the image of a serious soldier.
Doing so will facilitate action and significantly reduce the risk of exposure.
Compared with domestic special forces that focus on military appearance, the special forces are incompatible with society wherever they stand. From the perspective of actual combat, the old and American method seems more appropriate, and the survival rate of operations deep behind enemy lines will be higher.
Coupled with the relatively free management of special forces, individuals have more freedom.
"Old specials" who are used to seeing life and death on the battlefield are more relaxed in their personal behavior and lifestyle in the army, and get along with superiors and subordinates more casually, and are not as restrained as newcomers.
Ever since.
As long as they have been in the special forces for more than a year and have actual combat experience, they will basically have tattoos on their bodies.
The one without tattoos must have a big beard or long messy hair.
In domestic terms, it is: slovenly and slovenly.
It is normal to sit there with your legs crossed, put your feet on a table or stool, or even sit directly on the table.
Only the "newcomers" who have just joined the special forces will be as lively as a monkey every day, and their faces are shaved as cleanly as those of young girls.
And these two distinctive characteristics can be found in this Sean.
"Yeah, I just joined the SEALs less than two months ago, and now I can participate in actual combat operations. This is really great and makes me excited."
Sean was speaking and gesticulating, his face full of excitement.
When Long Zhan first joined the SEALs, his overall state was similar to that of Sean, full of passion and anticipation for actual combat.
Looking at the young and energetic Sean in front of him, Long Zhan seemed to see his former self.
I couldn't help but patted Sean on the shoulder and joked: "Actual combat is indeed an exciting thing, but it is not a wonderful thing to go back with the national flag covered with too much excitement."
"No, I don't think so."
Sean put away his smile and retorted seriously: "A heroic warrior will not be afraid of fighting and sacrifice. This is our proud tradition.
I will accumulate all my fighting strength and shed my last drop of blood to complete the tasks and goals assigned to me by my motherland. "
"Okay, if you have a dream, come on, haha..."
After hearing Sean's serious words, Long Zhan couldn't help laughing.
This is too much like a primary school student answering the teacher in class: When I grow up, I want to be a scientist, a pillar of the country, and serve the people.
Such words can only scare elementary school students, but are just a joke to adults.
"Hey Patton, it's time for you to go back and change your diaper."
At this time, a man about 1.75 meters tall with a beard walked up and teased Sean with classic American humor.
Such dogmatic and passionate words are nothing but bullshit to veterans.
No matter how much you say it, it is nonsense, but it is true if you can do it.
Then he stretched out his hand and introduced to Long Zhan: "Marcus Lutela, sergeant, I'm glad you can join us. I hope our journey will..."
"Marcus?"
When Long Zhan heard this name, he went numb on the spot.
Murphy is a common surname in the United States. The presence of one here doesn't mean anything, but adding Marcus to the mix makes things really messed up.
Although Long Zhan had few opportunities to watch TV and movies, there was a library in the camp when he was a soldier.
As a library in the army, it is natural that there are various military-themed books, and "The Last of Us" is the most popular among them.
Long Zhan read this book several times back then.
Even though more than 10 years have passed now, and most of the details in the book have been forgotten, he still remembers three points clearly.
One was the trigger "Three Shepherds", and the other was the seals who went to support and suffered heavy losses.
Finally, there is Marcus, the “protagonist” in the book.
This lucky man who survived was also the author of the autobiographical novel "The Last Survivor". It was difficult for Long Zhan to forget this name.
If.
Hearing the familiar name Marcus, Long Zhan still had the last bit of luck in his heart.
Then Danny Dietz, Matt Axelson, Axel, etc., who were introduced to me one by one, were all names that had been buried deep in his mind for a long time, and Long Zhan had to accept the cruel reality.
"This fucking thing is Operation Red Wings? That operation that kills people? What a fucking idiot."
Long Zhan knew the danger of Operation Red Wing, and he knew even more how tragic the outcome of the final investigation team was, not to mention how speechless he felt.
If he hadn't been in the military and couldn't follow orders, he would have run away immediately.
The expression on Long Zhan's face changed extremely. Marcus and Murphy noticed the abnormality, and for a while they didn't know what medicine he was buying.
Since they had just met each other for the first time, the relationship could not be said to be very good, so it was not convenient to ask directly.
Therefore, the two of them had no choice but to look at each other, tilt their heads and curl their lips to express their helplessness, and finally said some polite words to Long Zhan before leaving.
Long Zhan was "frightened" and worried at this time, and he didn't think about having any more warm talk with them.
He must think of a solution as soon as possible!
So I found a seat by myself and sat down. It seemed like I was staring straight ahead in a daze, but in fact my brain was already running wildly.
