As soon as Zuo Aiguo finished speaking, everyone present also learned that such a gun certificate was not extremely important to the country and that those who made unlimited contributions would not be issued, and the power was too great.

Everyone looked at me, hoping that I would give an explanation, and I could not tell the real reason, so I was afraid that all the ladies here would not accept it (Statement: Many readers said that I did not write the protagonist's content on Red Arrow very clearly, it was just a foreshadowing, and it will be revealed one by one in the future). They had to point to the box again.

Zuo Aiguo saw three solemn and solemn military medals in the corner of the box, and several meritorious certificates. Zuo Aiguo naturally recognized these because he had won two of the highest three medals representing the Chinese army, the Level 3 August 1st Medal, the Level 3 Independence and Freedom Medal, and the other was the Liberation Medal, which was awarded only to generals who made outstanding performance in major battles, such as the War of Resistance Against Japan, the War of Liberation, and the Korean War.

When I opened three small boxes, the golden light flashed in my waist. When I saw the appearance of the medal, Zuo Aiguo's nerves were deeply moved again. In the box, what was lying in shock was a first-class August 1st medal, a second-class independent freedom medal, and a third-class liberation medal.

The three different medals made Zuo Zhou and Zhang a little at a loss. Except for the 1st-level August 1st Medal was rarely awarded to the general and above when awarded the title in 1955, how could it be awarded to Xiaojun? It seems normal for Xiaojun to get the second-level Independence and Freedom Medal. After all, the reputation of that army is there. But the most surprising thing is this third-level Liberation Medal. Although it is the lowest-level third-level, it at least represents that Xiaojun has participated in at least one international battle and made significant contributions.

When the three people were still shocked among these three medals, the mother picked up the certificate in the box. Each mother hoped that her son would receive more certificates of praise and hang them all over the room. If this was not the case, she would not show how good her son was.

"The Central Military Commission of the Communist Party of China awarded Comrade Zuo Haojun a special merit once"

"The State Council specially awarded Comrade Zuo Haojun a first-class merit for special contributions"

"Shenyang Military Region awarded Comrade Zuo Haojun a first-class merit once"

"Guangzhou Military Region awarded Comrade Zuo Haojun a first-class merit once"

"Lanzhou Military Region awarded Comrade Zuo Haojun a first-class merit once"

"Nanjing Military Region..."

"Chengdu Military Region..."

"Shanghai Guard Command..."

There are only a few of them who have received meritorious service and awards for more than 20 awards, and only a few of them are second-class merits, most of which are first-class merits issued by major military regions and major security departments in China.

Everyone looked at so many countries, and the highest military reward was placed in front of them, and they sat there blankly and didn't know what to say. What Zuo Zhou and Zhang thought in their minds was that so many rewards of merit would take so many times to make special contributions to this country and the army to obtain. It was the amount of bloodshed, injured, and even the honors that might not be obtained at the cost of sacrifice.

Zuo Aiguo and Zhou Weimin, who felt all this the most, were as a veteran, and solemnly saluted the veteran's military salute to the younger generation in front of him.

I subconsciously reacted and stood up and returned a military salute, but immediately realized that I was my father and the father of my beloved, and I was a little embarrassed and at a loss.

"Xiaojun, this is the respect of the two veterans to you. You don't need to feel ashamed. You deserve it. Although these certificates are just symbols of merit, and none of them writes the reason for making meritorious deeds, your father and I know this is discipline, so we won't ask too much." Zhou Weimin sat down again and said seriously.

Zuo Aiguo walked to his son, his eyes were wet and said, "Son, apologize for his father's suspicion that you were like you just now. You are a real soldier, my pride, and your grandfather's pride." After that, he hugged me tightly.

"Dad, this is what I should do." I turned to everyone here and said, "Everyone here is my relatives, otherwise you won't see these today. I hope everyone will not say it out loud, nor will they ask me how I get these. This is discipline. In front of everyone, the younger generation and a friend you are thinking about. These things only represent the past, not the present and the future."

Seeing that the people present were still not completely separated from all kinds of things that shocked their eyes, I smiled and put away everything I used to, because these are no longer very important to me. Now everything about me is my family and my lover sitting next to me.

"Xiaojun is right. Let's go over what's past. Let's eat here today. Our brother and third party will have some wine later. Dajun, come to the study room with me, and I have something to say." After my father said that, he and Zhou Weimin Zhang Tianyang took the lead in entering the study room.

"Mom, let me leave your passbook here. I don't have much money, and I still have it." After that, I followed my father into the study.

The five women here did not fully react in everything just now. Xiaoyu took the lead and said, "Aunt Zuo, Aunt Zhang, Mom. Xiaojun is right. Those are the ones that were the same as before. He is now Xiaojun of our big family. Let's make dinner for these men now, so let's not worry about their affairs." Xiaoyu's words made everyone here react, as long as Xiaojun is still the same Xiaojun, no matter what he has done.

When I walked into my father's study, there were only five men from these three families in the room. My father said to me: "Some things can't be said in the environment just now, I'm afraid I'll scare them. Now they are all men, Xiaojun, took off their clothes."

I understood my father's words. As a veteran and a father, he knew the glory of those honors and the difficulties of obtaining them. I took off my shirt and exposed the scars on my body. When I was in the red arrow, I worked hard just to do my best and to be the strongest. If I had not had this modified body, I thought I would not have survived now. In just over half a year, I performed countless tasks, countless injuries, and sometimes fatal scars, but I recovered in a very short time. If I had changed someone, I would not know how many things I had died. Even if I didn't die, a serious injury was enough to lie there for several months. How could I still jump up and continue to participate in the mission in a few days like me.

The scars and gun scars are not tight, but my body is not very ugly, but instead increases the charm of the gun smoke and the charm of a real man.

My father walked to me and stroked my scars one by one. Tears in his eyes slowly flowed down. No matter when he was a strong person, he would think of the battlefield filled with smoke. Being able to come back alive is the best reward for his own son. Zuo Aiguo felt deeply proud and deeply blamed for everything about his son.

I slowly wiped my father away: "Dad, it's all over. It's all okay. These are the injuries I had when I first performed the mission. I was not very cautious at that time, so I was able to do this. Later, it got much better. Aren't I back alive? Don't be sad." After that, put on my clothes and said to the other people: "Dad, Uncle Zhou, Uncle Zhang, Brother. Today I will have a good drink with you, which can be considered as celebrating the end of my college entrance examination and my brother. I will also let you see how much alcohol the people in our army are. Don't let me knock you down four of you alone, then you will be embarrassed." Looking at the sad expressions of the few people, I quickly found a topic to regulate my emotions.

"Little bastard, I dare to say such big talk in a few days. Today I will let your dad teach you what drinking means."

"Xiaojun, no soldier dared to say that he had drunk me in so many years."

"Xiaojun, your Uncle Zhang, I am the wine king of Tianjing Municipal Party Committee."
Chapter completed!