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Although Wang Datong's idea of ​​taking shortcuts today has put everyone in a terrible situation, but in this situation, if you go back, you will be punished, and you will still end up dead.

The solemn idea, although no one dares to guarantee that it is okay, can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

"Success!" Wang Datong patted the solemn shoulder vigorously, "I agree with your statement!"

He quickly changed his tone and said, "But I don't think my acting skills are good. I don't know how to lie. When I lie, I want to laugh, and when I laugh, it will reveal flaws, and everyone will be finished."

Looking around solemnly, no one spoke.

All of them blushed and lowered their heads.

This means that no one dares to do it.

Zhuang Yan also patted Wang Datong's shoulder with a wry smile and said, "Big mouth, I admire you!"

"What?" Wang Datong was at a loss for a moment, not sure what to say solemnly.

With a solemn smile, you said word by word, "You are so shameless that you have reached a certain level of shamelessness. I am a high mountain."

Wang Datong smiled awkwardly, and said a few times, "I'm such an honest person, I really can't tell a lie... and I don't act like..."

"Okay!" Zhuang Yan suddenly became arrogant and said, "You are all afraid of being a bad person, so I will do it well. I am not a good soldier anyway... Later..."

He whispered his plan to everyone and made it clear.

After listening to the solemn plan, everyone was shot and began to pretend to rush down the mountain.

This road is actually the road that Zhuang Yan used to go up Feiyun Mountain to chop firewood and then go down the mountain.

Everyone knew that Luo Xiaoming was at the foot of the mountain. To see him, he had to turn the big pine tree into the stone road down the mountain to see him. Before that, the trees here blocked the view.

Therefore, the 12 students, like performers rushing to the stage in a line, turned around the big pine tree and entered Luo Xiaoming's line of sight at the foot of the mountain, and immediately performed hard one by one, making themselves more like a soldier who was struggling but did his best.

Halfway up the mountain, Zhuang Yan knew that Luo Xiaoming must be looking at the mountain at the gate of the teaching team.

The time has come!

He whispered, "They're all looking at me, I'm here!"

After all, the foot slipped deliberately, and the man fell to the ground pretending to be soft and collapsed, allowing him to roll a few times on the slope.

According to the plan, Wang Datong, Yan Yan and others immediately stopped, rushed over to hug Zhuang Yan, and then pretended to pinch people, take off the tactical vest, pour water and fan the wind, although they knew that Luo Xiaoming was not so good. From the lawn of the Third Squadron at the foot of the mountain, I could see the expressions of everyone clearly, but they still showed their emotions and performed well, and they all became good comrades who shared weal and woe...

"Enough is enough! It's almost enough." The solemn, who was surrounded by the crowd to "rescue" the center, said impatiently, "I think the seventh is about the same, so let's continue acting and stand me up..."

Glancing at Wang Datong, he immediately entrusted him with a heavy responsibility and said, "Dazui, your motherfucker's voice is loud, you will be responsible for shouting later, shouting all the way that I have a heat stroke, so be nervous, don't be so embarrassed!"

"Yes yes yes! Don't worry!" Wang Datong agreed, and he supported Zhuang Yan from left to right with seriousness, and then walked down the mountain road.

Sure enough, Zhuang Yan could vaguely see the foot of the mountain in the distance from his eyes, a small black spot rushed out of the gate of the teaching team from the lawn of the third squadron, and then ran wildly along the cement road leading to the division headquarters towards the foot of the mountain. Come.

That must be Luo Xiaoming.

Zhuang Yan was quite proud in his heart.

No matter what the acting area captain is, he must be nervous if there is a problem with the soldiers anyway.

I guessed nothing wrong.

bgo!

He became a little smug, but he immediately restrained his mind and continued to pretend to be weak and completely collapsed and looked sick.

There are still dozens of meters to the foot of the mountain, and Wang Datong obviously saw Luo Xiaoming waiting at the foot of the mountain, so he raised his voice and began to howl like a mourning "Squad leader——"

That voice was so terrifying than his father's funeral.

"Majestic heatstroke! Majestic heatstroke!"

At the foot of the mountain, Luo Xiaoming was shocked when he heard the words, and then hurried to the exit at the end of the mountain road.

Just now, he had indeed seen vaguely on the lawn of the Third Squadron that a soldier in the team rushing to the top of the mountain had fallen and rolled a few times.

This made him have to hang his heart. If there was any training accident, it would be difficult to explain.

Although training units like the teaching team still have a certain casualty rate every year, just like the reconnaissance company has to fall out of a vegetative state every year.

However, if something really happened, I didn't say whether I should go to a military court, but I still had to be punished.

When the team of 12 people reached the foot of the mountain and just stepped on the concrete road, they solemnly performed the trick to the end. Taking advantage of the moment when the hands of the two comrades in arms loosened a little, Puntong slid to the ground, and a lazy donkey rolled on the spot, lying on the ground. Halo on the ground.

Luo Xiaoming was really startled, so he rushed over, separated from the crowd, leaned down and began to examine the solemn, almost put his head on his face, and then he felt his pulse and looked at his face...

Zhuang Yan, who was lying on the ground, laughed secretly in his heart, forcing himself not to reveal the slightest flaw.

Soon, Luo Xiaoming suddenly stopped his hand, did not speak, just stared at Zhuang Yan, as if thinking about something.

After a while, he said, "Fuck, play dead!"

After speaking, he stood up and kicked the solemn buttocks fiercely.

"Get up!"

Zhuang Yan almost laughed again.

Depend on!

How did he see it!

I want to laugh, but I endure it, I've come to this stage, I'm doing a full set of drama!

So he still lay still.

Luo Xiaoming kicked again.

Majestic still didn't move.

In the end, Luo Xiaoming stomped his feet and said to the others, "Close the team! Go back to me and let him lie down by himself~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He turned around and said viciously to Zhuang Yan, "Just keep pretending! I see the sun won't kill you! "

Having said that, he really gathered the troops and started to walk back.

Now, it was solemn's turn to be anxious.

He was secretly complaining in his heart, it was really uncomfortable to lie down on the hot concrete road, so he couldn't just lie there, right? Lie down for another half an hour, I'm afraid the meat will be cooked.

Besides, what if there is another Cerkino? To hide or not to hide?

Mare Gobi!

This Luo Xiaoming is really cruel!

While panicking, Wang Datong stopped Luo Xiaoming.

"Squad leader, Zhuang Yan is really dizzy, if you leave it here, will something happen..."

Luo Xiaoming stopped his steps, thought for a while, and waved his hand, "Go and help him go back! Damn, his face is flushed, pink and blood is smooth, how does it look like heatstroke..."

Wang Datong hurried up to help Zhuang Yan, Zhuang Yan quickly borrowed the donkey to get off the slope, leaned on Wang Datong's shoulder and returned to the squadron, pretending to be weak and walking towards the third squadron.

As soon as we entered the row, it was time for dinner.

Zhuang Yan could only continue to pretend, so he lay in bed sickly and said that he had no appetite, and asked Wang Datong to feed him.

Luo Xiaoming looked at him, and this time, he really believed it a little bit. He walked over and said, "You lie down and rest here, and I will have someone call you for dinner."

After speaking, he led the team to the dining hall.

As soon as everyone left, Zhuang Yan’s unsatisfactory stomach grumbled in protest. He remembered that he still had red bean moon cakes and milk in his locker. After the milk, I picked up the red bean mooncake and started to devour it.

I was having a good time eating, when the door suddenly flickered, and something blocked the light that entered the row room.

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