Chapter 1300 Graduation Ceremony of the Revival Military Academy

The next day, the Fuxing Military Academy was shrouded in a complex and intense emotional fog in the early morning.

Unlike the usual solemn and disciplined drills, the air on campus at this moment was filled with a mixture of joyful anticipation and the sadness of parting.

The entire campus looked like a medal that had been carefully polished, spotless.

The cement pavement of the main road was so shiny it reflected a person's image. Even every pebble embedded in the roadside green belt had been pried out, washed clean, and its original lustrous color revealed.

Everywhere you look, the color "Rejuvenation Red" is in full bloom!

Bright red war zone flags and military academy flags fluttered in the morning breeze, while huge red banners stretched across roads and hung from buildings, bearing powerful slogans that served as both encouragement and declarations:

"With pen in hand, I join the army to fulfill my lofty aspirations; with dedication, I make meritorious contributions to national defense!"

"Today's blossoming talents will become tomorrow's pillars of the nation!"

"From here, march onto the battlefield and ignite the dawn of civilization!"

"The first phase of the rejuvenation project begins with glory; the great cause of building a strong military belongs to us!"

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The time indicates 8:30 AM.

"Woo-buzz-"

The deep, majestic roar of engines, approaching from afar, broke the tranquility of the campus edge like the awakening breath of a sleeping beast, and everyone's spirits were lifted—it's here!

Outside the school gate, a formidable convoy of steel vehicles slowly approached, preparing to enter the campus.

Leading the way were three "Mengshi 3" armored assault vehicles painted in digital desert camouflage. Although the 12.7mm heavy machine guns on the roof weapon stations were covered with gun covers, their menacing outlines were enough to declare the force and vigilance.

They formed an arrowhead formation, warily scanning the area ahead.

Following closely behind were two Type 11 wheeled 105mm assault gun vehicles, with their short, stubby gun barrels raised, making them mobile fortresses that combined firepower and mobility.

Following this armed escort convoy was the core of the operation—

Three identical, rugged black "Warrior 3" armored command vehicles!

They feature a darker bulletproof coating, deep-set windows, and multi-functional communication antennas mounted on the roof. The central vehicle has a striking white license plate with red lettering: 【A.00001 Military】.

On both sides and behind the convoy, there were eight Lynx all-terrain vehicles fully armed with special forces helmets and Type 191 assault rifles. Their eyes were sharp as eagles, and they adjusted their body posture with the slightest bumps of the vehicles to ensure that they could react to any potential threat from any angle at the first moment.

The convoy moved at a steady pace, exuding a rock-solid steadiness and silent majesty. The heavy tires rolled over the clean road surface, producing a deep and uniform rumble, like a steel behemoth with its claws retracted but unapproachable, surveying its territory.

All the sentries and patrols along the way, who had already received orders, instantly straightened up like javelins as the convoy passed by, giving the most standard gun salute, their eyes following the [A.00001] vehicle until the convoy disappeared into the distance.

buzzing-

When the heart-pounding engine roar finally pierced through the trees surrounding the parade ground and reached a clear sound, the students standing solemnly on the parade ground of the Fuxing Military Academy felt their hearts skip a beat almost simultaneously, and then pound even more violently against their chests.

On the playground, students in the advanced studies program and students in the regular admission program were clearly separated yet seamlessly integrated.

They stood in dozens of square formations of varying sizes, but all perfectly aligned, according to their different majors and classes.

Whether they were general cadets with gold stars on their shoulders or cadet soldiers with a single stripe on their collars, they were all in neat uniforms, their leather shoes were shiny, and their top buttons were fastened to the very top.

Everyone tried their best to straighten their spines, tuck their chins in, puff out their chests, keep their hands close to their trouser seams, look straight ahead, and have a uniform, almost frozen, solemn expression.

On their chests, the "Revival" school badge, symbolizing glory and a new beginning, reflected a dazzling and resolute golden-red light in the morning sun.

Constrained by iron discipline, no one turned their head, no one whispered to each other, and even the movement of their eyes was kept to a minimum.

But almost every pair of ears perked up, and every focus was locked on the direction from which the sound came.

An invisible current flowed silently between the formations, a surge of emotion—a mixture of extreme reverence, sorrow at parting, and a burning passion for a mission—surging beneath the solemn exterior.

They've arrived! Their principal, the supreme commander of the Central Plains War Zone, the faith in everyone's hearts—Chairman Gu Chengyuan—has arrived!

Standing at the front of the general admissions student formation, Zhang Jingyu felt his palms instantly become sweaty.

He blinked hard, forcing back the sudden surge of bitterness that welled up inside him.

The image of the leader personally pinning the school badge on him and patting him on the shoulder to encourage him at the opening ceremony six months ago is now vividly replaying in my mind.

The school badge is now pressed heavily against my chest, as if it still retains the warmth of that time.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his turbulent emotions, leaving only one thought:

I want the leader to see that, six months later, I have not let down that school badge, nor have I let him down!

The sound of wheels rolling over the special lane at the entrance to the playground was clearly audible. Amidst countless glances and attempts to catch a glimpse of the vehicles, the imposing convoy slowly drove into the designated parking area at the edge of the playground.

The armored vehicles and escort vehicles quickly and orderly dispersed and deployed, forming an invisible perimeter.

Finally, the black [A.00001 Army] command vehicle came to a steady stop behind the podium.