Chapter 122: The Army's First Class Hero and Model Medal and the 98 Flood Control Model Medal!
The system calmly replied: "The system will issue rewards uniformly according to the progress of the task. Before the flood control task is completed, the rewards will naturally not be issued in advance. Now that the task has been successfully completed, the system will calculate and give rewards based on the overall performance."

Zhang Chuan had nothing to say and could only accept his fate.

"Xiao Zhang, looking at your injuries, it may take a month for them to heal, and then you will need some time for rehabilitation training." He Zhijun looked at Zhang Chuan with concern.

"I don't think you have a chance in next month's Army Special Forces Competition," he added.

"Special Forces Competition?"

Zhang Chuan was stunned when he heard this. "Oh, I've been so busy lately that I forgot about this."

He Zhijun patted him on the shoulder and said, "If you can't make it, don't force yourself. Wait for the next one. It only happens once a year. This time doesn't matter. The key is to get your body in good shape first."

Zhang Chuan smiled nonchalantly: "Hey, don't worry, I estimate that these injuries will be healed in half a month at most, and there will be no problem in participating in the competition."

"Half a month? Are you kidding me?"

Shi Dafan frowned, "Count it yourself, how many bones are broken? My ribs also pierced my lungs. I'd be lucky if I can walk normally in a month. Do you still want to participate in the competition?"

"Okay, we'll see what the actual situation is." He Zhijun waved his hand, his tone firm, "The priority now is to recover from the injury!"

Facing everyone's concerns, Zhang Chuan did not refute, but secretly thought in his heart: If it weren't for the help of the physical repair fluid, it would be a fantasy to recover in half a month. But with the repair fluid, this is not a problem.

Sure enough, after a detailed examination at the hospital, the doctor's diagnosis was roughly consistent with what Shi Dafan said.

Zhang Chuan had to stay in the hospital for treatment, and the Lone Wolf Commando hurried back to the army the next day because of the mission, leaving the students of the Army School to take care of Zhang Chuan and report back to the team directly after he recovered.

After a week in the hospital, Zhang Chuan was able to get out of bed and walk. Although the pain came from time to time, he gritted his teeth and persisted, treating it as an exercise in endurance.

This scene made the doctors in the hospital drop their jaws in amazement. Such strong recovery ability is truly rare.

Just then, the principal and the captain of the seventh company came to visit Zhang Chuan.

"Comrade Zhang Chuan, congratulations!"

The principal was beaming with joy.

"In view of your heroic performance in this flood relief operation, the military headquarters has decided to award you the Army's First Class Hero and Model Medal and the 98 Flood Relief Model Medal."

"Wow, so amazing?"

When Zhang Chuan heard this, his eyes instantly widened like bells, with a look of disbelief.

The country's top military honor - the first-class hero and model of the entire army, can be said to be one of the most dazzling military achievements in modern history books!

You know, this kind of honor usually means either heroic sacrifice or serious injury, and few people can get such an honor unscathed.

And Zhang Chuan undoubtedly created a miracle.

"Principal, is this honor too great for me? I don't think I can bear it."

Zhang Chuan asked in a heavy tone.

The principal smiled cheerfully and said:

"No way! We all agree that this is a well-deserved reward for your efforts and contributions. You led the entire platoon of soldiers to go deep into the villages and rescue the people from dire straits; on the dam, you charged in the front and worked hard to carry sandbags to reinforce the embankment.

Without your precise command and selfless rescue operation, I don't know how many villagers would have lost their lives in the flood. But that's not all. At the most dangerous moment, you stepped forward, carrying hundreds of kilograms of explosives, successfully blew open the dam gate and prevented a disaster.

If it weren't for your heroic act at that time, the three lines of defense of the dam would have all been lost within half an hour, causing floods to hundreds of thousands of people upstream, with disastrous consequences.

Therefore, it is based on your outstanding performance that the headquarters awards you the First Class Hero Model Medal.

Zhang Chuan, this is the honor you earned by sacrificing your life to protect the country and the people. You deserve it! We at the First Army Command College are proud of you. You have become a role model for all teachers and students to learn from. "

The other school leaders all nodded in agreement, expressing their admiration for Zhang Chuan in words.

Faced with such praise, Zhang Chuan felt a little embarrassed: "Then I would like to thank the headquarters and the school for their recognition."

He held the medal tightly in his hand, feeling its weight, and at the same time realized the increased responsibility on his shoulders.

Recalling the experience of the dam bombing, he knew that he was ready to sacrifice at that time, but he never regretted joining the army, because in his heart, a real man should dedicate his blood to the motherland.

Now that he has survived the disaster, he regards it as a gift from God.

In a blink of an eye, a week passed, Zhang Chuan's body recovered and he returned to school.

Company commander Wang Fei and his comrades were all very happy to see him come back.

"Your recovery ability is amazing, isn't it? It's only been two weeks and you're completely healed! It's incredible!"

Wang Fei said with a smile on his face while patting Zhang Chuan's strong shoulders.

The other comrades also smiled, but their eyes were full of respect for Zhang Chuan.

Zhang Chuan said seriously to the company commander and everyone else: "I'm afraid I have to return to the army early."

As soon as these words were spoken, the smiles of Wang Fei and the soldiers of the Seventh Company froze immediately.

"So soon? Your service period hasn't even been full for a year!" squad leader Zhao Long said regretfully.

Zhang Chuan explained: "In fact, according to my grades before the flood relief, I could have returned to the army at that time. It just so happened that I encountered the flood relief mission, so I stayed for two or three months longer. Now the school has approved my early graduation, and the army's mission is very heavy, so I have to go back quickly."

Wang Fei understood Zhang Chuan's situation and couldn't help but sigh:
"The camp is permanent, but the soldiers are mobile. Sooner or later, we will all be separated. It's just that some people leave early, and some leave late. Not long after you leave, some of your comrades from the fourth platoon and several other platoons will graduate and leave."

Hearing this, everyone's expression dimmed and their eyes were filled with reluctance.

After all, they have established a deep friendship by working together and fighting floods side by side.

The next day, Zhang Chuan packed his luggage and prepared to leave. When he walked out of the company dormitory, he was surprised to find that all the teachers and students in the school were lined up neatly along the main road, spontaneously coming to see him off.

Zhang Chuan was stunned by such a scene: "Principal, isn't this a bit too grand?"

The principal smiled and replied, "I didn't make any special arrangements. When they heard that you were leaving, they took the initiative to come and see you off.

There has never been a farewell scene of this scale in the history of our school, even for the departure of previous principals.

Only you, Zhang Chuan, have received this special courtesy."

(End of this chapter)