Special Years

Anyway, they all came to the company commander's duty room.

Zhuang Yan sighed, gritted his teeth and said, "Company commander, if you look down on me, let me go. If you look down on me and keep me from going for two years, then I will go to the cooking class to raise pigs."

Saying this sentence, the solemn heart beat violently, blood rushed to the head, and there was a faint feeling.

If the company commander is offended, his life for three years will not be easy.

It's all-or-nothing.

He didn't want to be like Zhu Dekang, five years later, but missed opportunities again and again.

Zhu Dekang has no choice, but he has it.

He must let Zhang Jianxing know what he thinks.

"Oh? Are you threatening me?" Zhang Jianxing's sharp eyes made Zhuang Yan dare not raise his head.

"Raise your head! You have the ability to come to me and take my army, but you don't have the guts to raise your head!?"

bang—

Having said that, Zhang Jianxing patted the table heavily.

The solemn heart almost jumped out of his throat, but he raised his head stubbornly.

Zhang Jianxing nodded slightly, although Zhuang Yan threatened himself with his future, but as a soldier who wanted to make progress, he was really right.

As a company commander, of course he has selfishness, but from another angle, looking at the problem from the soldier's side, it really can't be blamed on solemnity.

For Zhu Dekang, Zhang Jianxing is ashamed in his heart.

Looking at Zhuang Yan, he seemed to see Zhu Dekang who had just been transferred from the Southern Border Guards to the Eighth Company.

"go out!"

Majestic stood there, not moving.

Zhang Jianxing said, "You're not leaving yet!? You really want to raise pigs for three years, don't you!?"

Then Zhuang Yan turned around, walked to the door, stopped for two seconds, then opened the door and disappeared into the darkness outside the door.

Zhang Jianxing leaned heavily on the chair and looked up at the ceiling.

On the square ceiling, several flying insects kept banging around the lights, again and again, again and again, like moths to a flame.

He breathed a sigh of relief, sat up straight, picked up the pen and made a heavy stroke on the paper, then drew a circle on a name, and tapped twice with the pen.

…

The next evening, it was time for dinner.

The assembly sang two songs, and it was time for the company chief officer to speak.

Everyone craned their necks today, quietly waiting for an important news.

Every soldier in the Eighth Company knew that this was an important moment.

In the queue, solemnly stood in the column of the cooking class, lowered his head and dared not look at Zhang Jianxing.

Zhang Jianxing's eyes swept over more than a hundred boards, cleared his throat, and then spoke.

"An important news is announced today. After intensive research by the company, we have decided on the list of personnel who will participate in this year's pre-provisioned squad leader training in the division's teaching brigade—"

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket, spread it out, and glanced at it.

"Three shifts in a row, Xu Xingguo!"

"arrive!"

"One row, one class, serious!"

"arrive!"

"Fire platoon, Liu Ruiyong!"

"arrive!"

After ordering three names, Zhang Jianxing stopped.

In front of the dining hall, the air seemed to have stopped flowing, and the birds that had been chirping at dusk in the last few years on the big pine trees in front of the door were gone.

Everyone is waiting for the last answer, the answer that everyone cares about most.

Zhang Jianxing stuffed the paper back into his pocket, and once again glanced at the more than 100 soldiers under his command.

Finally, he said loudly: "Cooking class! Solemn!"

"Wow!"

"Cooking class!"

"That boy solemn, **** me!"

"Oh my God! The cooking class can teach the brigade!"

The soldiers below, no matter what discipline, began to whisper.

Zhang Jianxing seemed to have expected this, and instead of immediately emphasizing discipline to stop everyone, he waved his hand and said loudly, "Dinner!"

This meal, everyone can have their own taste.

Chen Qingming left the dining hall with a bowl of rice in his hand, while Zhuang Yan was enjoying his meal, and Li Chuangcheng, the squad leader, secretly added some meat to the cooking class as a celebration.

A day later, just after the morning exercise, while everyone was still brushing their teeth, a Dongfeng military vehicle suddenly drove into the gate.

Soon, the company correspondents ran to the gates of the platoons where all the squad leaders were pre-arranged one by one, shouting at the top of their voices: "Go to teach, immediately go back to the platoon to get your luggage, and go to the company to pick up guns and equipment!"

finally come!

Zhuang Yan couldn't help his excitement, he stood in the room for a while and didn't know what to do, until Zhu Dekang yelled at him, "Pack up!", and then he hurriedly started packing his backpack and packed up the toothpaste, toothbrushes, buckets and other sundries.

Half an hour later, the four people who went to teach quickly appeared at the door of the company. The clerk took a few people to the gun store to get a Type 81 automatic rifle, a Type 81 light machine gun, a Type 85 sniper rifle, and a 60 mortar mortar. Guns, a 40 bazooka, plus a 56-type bullet belt, gas masks, magazines and other pieces of equipment.

Walking through the playground with the equipment, Zhuang Yan clearly felt that Quan Lian's eyes were focused on himself, Xu Jianqian and the others.

Going to coach the team in the first year, which means that when you come back, you will be the monitor.

Zhuang Yan suddenly felt a sense of pride.

Principal!

Just like Yin Xiancong, Li Chuangcheng and Chen Qingming!

In the future, there will be a squad of soldiers who will follow their command!

That feeling, solemn feels great!

After receiving the weapons and equipment, the four stood on the playground and waited for orders.

The recruits took advantage of this opportunity to come up and shake hands and say goodbye.

Zhuang Yan, who was in a good mood, began to flutter a little again, and took out his best cigarettes to share with his comrades in arms. Suddenly, he saw Liu Jianlian standing at the door of his row house, looking over here from a distance.

Zhuang Yan couldn't see the expression on his face, but he knew very well that there was only one between him and Liu Jianlian who could teach the brigade. Now that he went, Liu Jianlian was naturally defeated.

His heart suddenly tightened, as if he had done something wrong, and the originally smug and happy mood disappeared in an instant.

The company commander and the instructor came over to exhort and teach again. Zhang Jianxing briefly put forward a few requirements, which can be summed up in one meaning—train well, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Don't lose face of the company.

Zhu Dekang also came.

The two stood on the playground and looked at each other for a moment, then solemnly handed a whole pack of cigarettes to Zhu Dekang, who smiled and didn't refuse, took over and tore the cellophane, took out the cigarette and lit it.

After taking a few deep breaths, he stretched out his hand and patted the solemn shoulder heavily, said "work hard", and then walked towards the small bungalow on the hillside without looking back.

At that moment, Zhuang Yan's nose was sore and the corners of his eyes were hot. If there were not too many people, he would have cried on the spot.

The four finally got into the carriage and left under the watch and wave of company officers and soldiers.

The military vehicle drove out of the company's gate and reached the bend of the road. All four soldiers rubbed against the board of the carriage, stretched their necks and looked at the company from a distance. On the company's somewhat old arch, there were several "coastal defense outposts". The tin characters disappeared under the cover of the leaves and the hillside at once after the turn.

The company that had lived for nearly half a year disappeared at the foot of the mountain.