When he was just a second lieutenant, others were already battalion commanders, majors at that, though both ranks share the prefix "junior". The difference in military grade was vast, but now, his own rank of major general, also prefixed by "junior", was incomparable to that time.

Therefore, Feng Yi shared many interesting stories from the Roland Battlefield. There was joy, tears, and the sorrow of parting and death. It was unpredictable if the comrade calling you brother today might suddenly fall on the battlefield tomorrow—soldiers pass through the barracks transiently, indifferent to life and death as if it were nothing but a laugh.

Some emotions, indeed, need to be vented, but they really don't require too much concern, for sorrow and tears cannot solve problems, and they can be replaced by another way, such as...

Originally, he had been defeated, saddened, and had also transcended; he even contemplated revenge for everything he cherished. To this day, he still hasn't completely let go of it all; scenes from the barracks and the sound of bugle calls still occasionally surface in his dreams.

Now, he had found the answer. Revenge, too, couldn't solve problems at their root; it was merely a chain reaction of negative emotions. Because he saw through all of this, he chose to replace hatred with another method. For instance, placing emotional attachment to a person in an object, this weapon became the best way to commemorate his fallen comrades, and he would personally return the weapon to the deceased when the war ended—it might just be the best response to "him", unless he fell on the battlefield first.

In fact, it was no longer just about personal will. The beliefs of the comrades were also merged into the weapon—right, and this canteen as well, gifted by the sister named Guo Guo. Though many years had passed and the leather had lost its original color, he had always kept it. This, should be considered a keepsake, right? Seeing the canteen and the weapon was as though they were all still with him. People must learn to be strong, to transform sorrow into strength. One day everyone will die, so should one be sentimental about their own death? Humans are born crying but depart laughing, never the reverse; to cherish everything one can now, that is happiness.

In war, there is inevitably sacrifice. Not only must everyone be courageous in facing sacrifice and advancing valiantly, but they also need to survive as long as possible. What is there to fear in death? The real challenge is how to live. Marching forward with hot blood and blind courage is far from our army's goal; one also needs to arm oneself with a clear mind, enrich oneself with vast knowledge, protect oneself with formidable strength, and elevate oneself with an unbreakable will. Knowledge, wisdom, strength, will—all are indispensable, and I believe everyone can achieve this because we are warriors of blazing flames.

Feng Yi's voice was resounding and powerful, and he had work to attend to. After finishing his speech, he stood up and left, his heavy footsteps growing fainter...

His words inevitably left many officers and soldiers deep in thought... Everyone was absorbing the endless energy in Feng Yi's words. It could be said that Feng Yi's experience with battles and parting with life and death was no less than anyone else's, knowing better to cherish every moment with comrades. Perhaps this is what they mean by the stronger one is, the more one understands gentleness? At least, now John increasingly felt that the legion commander had lost the violent temperament of recent times and had become the Special Envoy he had first met.

Indeed, at that time, he was the remarkable and prominent Feng Yi, but now there was a tinge of fatigue between his brows, causing John to feel a stab of pain. In an instant, he scolded, "Cheer up! It's just a few people who died, look at your worthless appearances. You're nothing like me, let alone our legion commander, sitting without posture and standing without the bearing of a soldier—right, you should eat dumplings after winning a battle, but as soldiers, even when eating dumplings, you should still pay attention to your demeanor."

A few girls listened with great interest to Feng Yi's speech... It seemed so reasonable. Clearly, they weren't there to watch John's outburst, it was a pity the others had left; otherwise, they would have liked to boldly ask for an autograph.

But for some reason, when they thought about boldly approaching such a figure for a close encounter, their hearts fluttered with fear. Before coming, they had made many preparations, yet in the presence of the real person, they faltered. Of course, that fear wasn't genuine fear or dread—after all, who would be afraid of a hero who battles every day to protect everyone?

Rather than say they were afraid, it would be more appropriate to say they felt they couldn't get close. In fact, he was not as dominant as he was during the fierce battles, nor was he as heroic as portrayed in front of the cameras. Clearly, he was just a handsome man—(wait a minute, infatuated)—who had his own hardships, emotions, and frustrations. Yet, the ordinary excellence somehow highlighted his greatness in extraordinary times. Seeing his somewhat weary figure, it wasn't that they dared not approach, it was that they couldn't bear to get close and disturb him.

They especially remembered an episode of a variety show interview when an outdoor live broadcast encountered Feng Yi in the wild. At that time, they were still on air, and our legion commander just strolled past them...

Within the few minutes that Feng Yi slowly passed by the group, the tens of thousands of viewers in the live stream suddenly shot up to millions. However, they only managed to capture a profile and his receding figure, which was strikingly similar to how he had just left...

In the program, the guests especially mentioned that you could not imagine the flurry of emotions you would feel when such a hero frequently seen on screen passed by you. At that moment, everyone could hardly believe their eyes and felt profoundly content just watching from afar. If a single word had to be used to describe the feeling at that moment, it would probably be moved—a kind of emotion too profound for words, a sense of being on the verge of tears.

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