Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

This was a sleepless night destined to be recorded in history.

When the surrender communiqué, marking the complete end of a century of Western maritime hegemony, was broadcast across the country on the evening news, the entire nation of Kyushu was in an uproar.

National sentiments suppressed for a century erupted like subterranean fire at this moment!

On the streets of the city, without any official organization or deliberate arrangement, hundreds of millions of ordinary people spontaneously came out from their homes, restaurants, and internet cafes.

They surged toward Chang'an Avenue, toward that enormous square that symbolized the heart of China.

The five-star red flags converged into a sea of ​​red, people waved their arms, roared, shouted, and even strangers hugged each other tightly in the street, tears welling up in their eyes.

"We won! We really won!"

An elderly man with a full head of white hair stood under a streetlamp, clutching a small radio tightly in his hand. He listened to the inspiring battle report on the radio, tears streaming down his face, and he wept uncontrollably.

"My grandfather's generation walked with their heads bowed under the guns and cannons of foreigners... Today, our warships have finally forced them to surrender! Ancestors... did you see that?"

"Long live Kyushu!"

"Long live the God of War!!!"

The cheers were deafening, wave after wave, so loud that they seemed to shatter the clouds in the sky.

……

It was exactly 8 p.m.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Fifty-six cannons roared simultaneously around the square! The earth-shaking boom seemed to announce to the world that a true Eastern dragon had fully awakened and was roaring proudly above the clouds.

Immediately afterwards, countless dazzling fireworks shot into the sky!

The dazzling array of red, orange, yellow, and green lights illuminated the city's night sky as if it were daytime. The magnificent fireworks bloomed in the night sky, creating various patterns: soaring dragons, aircraft carriers cutting through the waves, and ears of wheat symbolizing peace and prosperity.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, but at that moment, the smell brought a sense of peace and exhilaration.

……

On the viewing platform of the city gate tower.

A gentle night breeze blows, and from here, you can overlook the vibrant carnival scene across the entire square.

Those standing here are the most prominent figures in Kyushu.

Among them stood a young man dressed in black, with a straight posture, named Liu Ming.

He wasn't wearing a military uniform, nor any of those cumbersome dress uniforms. He maintained his composed demeanor, but the eyes of the powerful figures around him were filled with undisguised awe and admiration.

"Little Liu, look at this prosperous age, isn't it wonderful?"

The officer leaned on the white marble railing with both hands, looking down at the jubilant crowd below, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement and satisfaction.

"For so many years, I have dreamed of the day when I could see our people walking on the streets with their backs straight and heads held high, just like they do today."

The officer turned his head and looked at Liu Ming. His cloudy old eyes were glistening with tears.

"This is all thanks to you. Your fire not only burned away those comprador traitors, but also broke the iron chain around the neck of our Kyushu."

"Sir, you flatter me. This was achieved through everyone's hard work."

Liu Ming bowed slightly, her tone calm, but the fingers gripping the railing unconsciously tightened their hold.

Old Lin walked over with his cane and patted Liu Ming on the shoulder heavily.

"Don't be modest, kid! I've fought a lifetime of wars, and I've never fought this decisively! Without shedding a drop of blood, we made the world's number one fleet bow down and admit defeat. This military achievement is unique in history!"

The surrounding generals echoed his sentiments.

"That's right, Director Liu! If it weren't for your decisive action in using space-based weapons this time, we'd probably still be being led by the nose by those foreign devils!"

"That felt great! That was fucking satisfying! Now let's see who dares to swagger around in front of our house again!"

Faced with the praise from these old generals, Liu Ming simply smiled. He then turned his gaze back to the square below.

There, there are elderly people with white hair, energetic young people, and children riding on their fathers' shoulders, waving small red flags.

Every face beamed with a genuine smile and boundless hope for the future.

At that moment, many images flashed through Liu Ming's mind.

The image flashed before my eyes: my father's cold body lying in the rain ten years ago. It flashed before my eyes: the miners struggling in the illegal mines of Qingyun County. It flashed before my eyes: the small business owners in Ningzhou High-tech Zone begging for a few thousand yuan in subsidies.

It overlooked the Dragon Fang comrades who, in order to protect national secrets, were laid to rest in a foreign land.

Along the way, he faced sword fights and bloodshed, killing many people and offending countless powerful figures.

He once thought he was just a machine born for revenge, but now, looking at the fireworks filling the sky and the lights of thousands of homes, he is filled with joy.

His eyes, for no apparent reason, became slightly moist.

"Dad," Liu Ming murmured to herself.

"This is the scene you wanted to see back then, isn't it?"

"Without oppression and exploitation, the people can live and work in peace and contentment, and the country can stand at the top of the world."

A night breeze blew by, dispelling the warmth from the corners of his eyes.

"Liu Ming".

A soft call came from behind. Xi Wanqing, dressed in a well-fitting beige trench coat, walked to his side. Her eyes were clear and gentle, as if she could see into the softest part of his heart.

"What are you thinking about?"

She asked softly, following his gaze to the square.

"It's nothing."

Liu Ming took a deep breath, turned her head, and looked at her breathtakingly beautiful face illuminated by the fireworks.

"I just feel grateful to be alive in this era."

"To be able to stand here and see all of this."

"very nice."

Nangong Yao and Lin Xiaoxiao also joined in, and the four of them cast long shadows on the city tower that symbolized the high-ranking officials of Kyushu.

Fireworks continued to bloom across the sky, adorning this peaceful and prosperous world with a dreamlike beauty.

As Liu Ming looked up at the magnificent night sky, the last vestige of her obsession vanished.

The battle was over, dawn broke, and the land of this nine provinces was finally at peace.

"Let's go."

Liu Ming turned around and smiled at the three women, a smile that carried an unprecedented sense of ease.

"The celebration is over, let's go home."

"Why go home?"

Lin Xiaoxiao asked curiously.

"go home……"

Liu Ming touched his nose, a sly glint in his eyes.

"...I'll make you some midnight snacks."