chapter 1 The man has tears

The North Pole was covered in ice for thousands of miles, and the sky and the earth were almost the same.
In the deep of where covered by glacier and snow all year round, a barren land that even satellites didn't know, a secret military base stood there.
The most elite warriors, the most complete medical team, and the most advanced scientific research weapons.
However, only insiders knew that this base, which could be called the world's top base. It did not use to do research and development or intelligence, but to protect one person!
A person who had already regarded as the god and was the proud of the three million soldiers of the Land of the Red Dragon!
The wind and snow were as sharp as a knife. An old man in military uniform, with a tall body and sword-like eyebrows, walked through the wind and snow with a pair of military boots.
"The boy feels sick again? How is the situation?" the old man's voice was like a bell, and there were three bright gold stars on the epaulette.
"Chief!" a military doctor in a white coat saluted respectfully, and then sighed, "Lord's illness has become more serious, this is the third time this month, and his mania and destructive power have more than tripled!"
"We specially strengthened the wall of the room and used the hardest aviation alloy for the Lord to vent, but..."
Before he finished speaking, in front of him, a dozen elite soldiers carried an alloy wall which was twenty centimeters thick out with great effort.
The wall was covered with fist prints as big as sandbags, strong leg and footprint prints, and head prints... those stood out particularly clearly. Judging from the strong strength, they were almost able to penetrate the load-bearing wall.
"This is all what he did?"
"Yes!"
The old man couldn't help but feel his scalp numb.
The twenty centimeter thick alloy load-bearing wall made of aerospace material was enough to withstand the bombing of small rockets. But he was defeated by this boy. With such fierce strength, a tank was no more than that.
"I want to see him," the old man said calmly.
The doctor looked nervous and tried to dissuade him again and again, "Senior chief, Lord's mania has just subsided. It may relapse at any time. It's too dangerous now. You..."
The old man walked into the base without saying anything.
In a special alloy room, a young man sat on a chair. His hands and feet were tightly cuffed, and his upper body was exposed. It was like a skin cast of fine copper, with knots of muscles, scars, and scars intertwined and carved. The body was full of the glory of a warrior!
However, at this moment, his eyes were empty and his body was full of deathly aura.
The old man couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and felt a severe pain in his heart.
"You did not kill yourself this time."
The young man laughed at himself, but his resolute face was full of sarcasm and loneliness, "I'm almost ruining myself, but the Azrael just won't give us face. It seems that even the ghosts didn't want to bother person who was useless."
"Fuck you!" the old man in front of him suddenly became furious when he heard this. He kicked over the table in front of him, startling the doctors around him.
"How dare the Azrael want my soldier?"
The old man grabbed the young man's hair and said with great force, "Gilbert Wood, listen to me, stay alive for me, live yourself!"
"If I don't nod, no one can take your life, no one!"
Looking at the gloomy man in front of him, Gustave couldn't help but felt a lump in his throat and his heart was cut like a knife.
Lord Gilbert Wood who was his pride and cultivated by him from the beginning was the most important weapon of the Land of the Red Dragon and he was the most outstanding soldier in the past years of the country.
He had been in the army since he was a child and had made great achievement in battle. He was the belief and glory of millions of soldiers!
Three years ago, Gilbert led a team to perform a task in the temple which was known as the No. 1 organization in the world. When the team was broken up, he even killed all the people who were in the seven thrones of the temple himself and wiped out the temple with blood.
From then on, he became the Military God and almost everyone knew him.
However, he was poisoned with a mandala which was the most vicious poison in the temple in the battle. It caused him to suffer from severe mania. Once he got sick, he would wreak havoc and destruction like a wild beast, denying even his relatives!
This poison attacked would become more and more frequent, and there was no cure. In the end, he could only be tortured into a beast, watching himself sink and be destroyed step by step.
It was so cruel.
"Live, what does the life mean to me?"
"Every day, I am drunk and dreaming. I am trapped in this place where no one can find. I have to worry about when I will get sick and whether I will hurt my brothers and comrades. Senior chief, I couldn't go to the battlefield. I am not worthy of being a soldier. In addition to wasting the food every day, what else can I do?”
"Living is a kind of torture for me, and dying is a relief," Gilbert said lightly, without any emotion in his eyes, they were indifferent.
It was not that he didn't care his life, but that he had already became numb.
He couldn't see the hope, he couldn't see the future, he couldn't see his tomorrow. He even felt guilty every day, guilty about the brothers he had hurt when he got sick, guilty about what he did...
For a soldier who once dominated the world and defended his family and country, this was so cruel and was worse than death!
The soldiers around him felt the same and had their eyes red.
Gustave also fell silent after hearing this, he didn't know what to say.
"Senior chief, Lord's illness has become more and more serious. If he is still so negative, the situation will not be optimistic and may even be life-threatening..."
A doctor came over and took out a pack of white crystal powder, "If this continues, I'm afraid we'll have to use it..."
Gustave was stunned when he heard this. He had always acted vigorously and resolutely, but now his heart was full of hesitation and pain...
This was the military god he single-handedly brought out. It was the glory of millions of soldiers. He did not want to use this thing.
But, if did not use it and it relapsed three times a month, what did it mean? He could turn into a mindless beast at any time, a brute!
"Get out!"
At this moment, Gilbert suddenly became violent. He angrily kicked over the pack of powder and shouted, "I am a soldier, a mighty military god! Do you want to use this thing for me and turn me into a drug addict? How can I be worthy of my dead brothers, how can I be worthy of this military uniform!"
Several elite soldiers were instantly covered in cold sweat. Although Gilbert was tightly handcuffed to the chair, it gave them a strong sense of oppression, as if a ferocious beast could surge up and kill them at any time.
"Do you still know that you are a soldier? Do you still know that you are the Lord, the Military God? If that is the case, why can't you even control this minor injury, and are always want to die, being a coward?!"
Gustave suddenly became furious, pointed at Gilbert's nose and shouted angrily, "Where is your dignity, where is your glory, and as a soldier, where is your perseverance and determination to never admit defeat?"
"From now on, if you say the word 'die' again, get out of here immediately! There will not tolerate cowards!"
Gilbert's throat was choked with sobs. Facing the angry old man, he weakly lowered his head.
Gustave snorted coldly. He hesitated for a moment, then took out one piece and threw it in front of Gilbert, "There is something I have kept secret from you for five years, and now it's time to tell you. After reading it, you can decide for yourself where to go."
"If you continue to wish for death and leave your wife and your daughter to live alone, then you should die!"
Wife and daughter?
Gilbert was stunned, immediately opened the document, and said in surprise, "I, I have a daughter!"
Gilbert looked at the photo. The pink-carved jade bracelet, the cute little girl like a doll. His hands trembled, and his dead eyes suddenly glowed with hope and energy.
'I have a daughter, so there is the hope!'
"This, is this true?"
Gilbert felt that all this happened too suddenly. He feared that it was just a sweet dream, so he pinched himself hard, it hurt!
"When did the Dragon Soul's information become false? Does it make sense for me to lie to you? Do you still remember the mission you went to Jorthtown five years ago?" Gustave said lightly.
Gilbert was stunned, recalling the beautiful scenery that night in the bar five years ago, recalling that graceful figure, who was also the only woman in his life.
At this time, Gustave threw a piece of paper in front of him and said, "This is your discharge report. It will take effect immediately after you sign it. Considering your outstanding contribution, the country will only take back your military power and will retain your general status and position."
"Go away, go to the outside world, and take a good look at your daughter and your wife."
"Senior Chief, can I leave? Will those old men in the Jormiles City allow you to do this?"
Gilbert's eyes suddenly turned red, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
Once he entered the Dragon Soul, he couldn't leave alive.
Entering the Dragon Soul meant devoted your life to the army and the country. This was an iron rule!
But now, Gustave actually forcibly retired himself, the captain of the Dragon Soul, for his illness, which was a provocation to the national law. The difficulties could be imagined.
"What a joke, if I want, who can stop me?" the old man snorted proudly, full of momentum.
But Gilbert suddenly discovered that the gold stars on Gustave's shoulders had changed from four to three!
This...
"Senior chief, your military rank..."
"Fuck, why are you acting like a bitch!" Gustave waved his hand impatiently, kicked Gilbert in the butt, and cursed, "I get upset when I see you, so get out of here. Remember to bring the medicine, don't get sick and go around embarrassing me!"
"Well...I'm leaving," Gilbert Wood grinned, "Gustave, when you die, I will definitely come back to see you off and drink you a few more glasses of wine!"
Gustave was furious, "Get out!"
Gilbert laughed and waved away. He held the photo of his daughter in his hand, which was particularly warm. He only felt that his future was full of hope.
"Gilbert Wood."
After just two steps, Gustave suddenly called out from behind. The old man stood outside the door, letting the wind and snow rage, his burly body standing still like a mountain.
"After you go out, remember yourself that you are a soldier in a the Dragon Soul for one day and the people in the Dragon Soul for the rest of your life!"
"I will support you!"
"Do everything you want!"
"All the bullshit dignitaries in this world have to bend down and lower their eyebrows for you!"
"These was the soldier cultivated by me, this was the Military God of the Dragon Soul!"
Snapped!
Gustave suddenly saluted with his right hand and said, "I, Gustave, salute to the Military God of the Dragon Soul!"
Swipe and pull!
In the snowy sky, rows of steel warriors saluted in unison, their voices filling the sky, "Salute to the Military God of the Dragon Soul!"
The wind and snow became more intense, and Gilbert braved the wind and snow. He held his head high, never stopped for a step or looked back.
It was not that he was heartless and unjust.
Rather, he had been in the army since he was a child and had always shed blood, sweat and tears.
At this moment, tears were dazzling and surging down!
A man had tears and was more affectionate!