Special Years

The helicopter landed at the airport at the time of departure.

No grand welcome ceremony, no welcome crowd, no flowers, no triumphant revolutionary song.

After getting off the plane, only the colonel and the female captain and the other six instructors stood on the tarmac.

"Welcome home."

The colonel came up and shook hands with the old white-haired and solemn.

After a simple four-character welcome, six instructors came up and took turns to hug Old Baimao and Zhuang Yan.

Instructor No. 3 slapped Zhuang Yan hard and said, "I didn't embarrass you 'Red Arrow'. Tonight, have two drinks with me!"

Back in the warehouse, Zhuang Yan was pulled into the corner of the warehouse by the female captain and asked in detail about the entire process of the mission.

This conversation took a full hour.

The captain had piercing eyes that seemed to be able to read people's hearts, and when Majestic spoke, she would stare at Majestic.

After the mission process was completed, the captain asked a few strange questions.

For example, do you feel that you are not feeling well, do you feel nauseated?

Another example is to ask Zhuang Yan if his hands are shaking now, or if he feels trance mentally.

After Zhuang Yanyi finished answering all the questions, the female captain closed her notebook with satisfaction and said to him with a smile, "Young man, you are very good."

The whole warehouse started to pack up.

The operation is over, and the equipment and weapons here are to be withdrawn.

Of course, people have to leave.

After the things are packed up, the next thing is the celebration feast kicks off.

This celebration banquet was held in the warehouse. The warehouse is full of various weapons and equipment and communication equipment. Military maps and screens are hung on the walls. The table is temporarily stacked with green equipment boxes. Layers of military canvas, where everyone drags an empty suitcase and sits there, becomes a dining table.

The food is very simple, all kinds of military cans and canned fruits, all over the table, there are twenty cases of beer next to the table.

There is nothing good, it is just enough meat, wine and drinking, full of army habits.

The female captain in charge of logistical support and intelligence drove around the outside and bought a large pot of cumin mutton. It was the only food brought back from outside. She poured it into a combat preparation basin and served it hot on the table. , which added a bit of gold to this celebration banquet.

Solemn is the only one who does not belong to this force.

So, he became the focus of this celebration banquet.

"Number 23!"

Instructor No. 3 raised his glass first.

He and Zhuang Yan have played against each other, so the relationship between the two is the most delicate.

"Arrived!" Zhuang Yan subconsciously stood up and stood at attention.

"No!"

Instructor No. 3 was carrying an aluminum lunch box -- it was taken out of a Type 78 kettle and filled with beer.

Walking up to the solemn, Instructor No. 3 looked up and down the soldier with the rank of First Class.

"At least tonight!"

He raised his index finger, held it in front of the solemn, and nodded twice.

"At least tonight, you are not a student under my command, nor a trainee of the reserve team, today! You are one of our members, our teammates!"

With a flushed face, he turned around and looked at the others.

"You said, is this kid qualified to be our teammate?!"

All the soldiers around the table responded one after another.

"qualified!"

"This kid is great!"

"Yes, it's the first time I'm on a mission, and I have such a good performance. It's a good seedling for special warfare!"

"Then——" Instructor No. 3 showed a kind of pride and pride on his face. Zhuang Yan was his student. As an instructor of such an excellent soldier, pride and pride were taken for granted.

"Let's toast this private, this man who has become a true warrior!"

"Cheers!"

"Make one!"

"Three bowls should be done!"

Everyone stood up.

The excitement in the solemn heart is indescribable.

Standing beside him and in front of him are the top soldiers in the country.

Although solemn does not ask, but solemn is not stupid.

These people are all legendary unsung heroes, the real elites in the military.

Holding up the lunch box in his hand, Zhuang Yan wanted to say something, but his usually clever mouth was clumsy at the moment, his lips moved a few times, but he didn't know what to say.

What else is there to say?

Between comrades-in-arms, life and death, is it still expressed in words?

That's a heart-to-heart, that's a tacit understanding, that's a silent better than a sound.

"Instructors..."

"You're wrong, you will be fined a box of wine!" Instructor No. 3 interrupted him: "There are only teammates here tonight!"

Zhuang Yan had no choice but to look up and drink up the wine in the lunch box.

Someone else filled him up.

He smiled and reminded him: "Remember, don't make a mistake this time."

Zhuang Yan held the lunch box, licked his lips, thought for a moment, and finally said: "My teammates, I can live and die with you, I have no regrets in this life. Other words are superfluous, everything is in this wine, I will do it first as a respect!"

After speaking, he looked up and drank another box of wine.

"Okay! I like this kid!"

"This is like a real man!"

Everyone, including the female captain, was equally dry.

On weekdays, the unit where the old white hair is located is strictly prohibited from drinking.

Even during the Spring Festival and August 1st, drinking is not allowed.

But only after the completion of the task can you drink alcohol at the celebration banquet, which is almost an iron discipline.

Tonight, the captain spoke up and asked everyone to drink.

Because this mission has been accomplished very well, it is worth celebrating.

At first, Zhuang Yan wanted to be more restrained, saying that each person would toast two cups.

But once it starts, it's hard to end it.

The atmosphere was so lively that in fact everyone was happy in their hearts.

In this joy, in addition to the completion of the mission, in addition to the noble reason of contributing to national security, the more important point is that all comrades-in-arms returned safely and unscathed.

That's the best toast.

Majestic and youthful, and a good drinker. In the face of these real seniors, how can you admit it?

So never refused, and finally took the initiative to attack.

Hooked shoulders with those instructors who could only stand at attention and salute when they met, and sang army songs together.

When the troops sing, they are not called singing~www.wuxiaspot.com~ That is called roaring songs. The tone is not important, the momentum is the most important.

For a time, the roof of the entire warehouse seemed to be overturned.

Zhuang Yan found that these instructors, despite their usually expressionless poker faces, were just like ordinary people, laughing, angry, joking, and making fun of people.

Instructor No. 2 sat next to Zhuang Yan, grabbed his neck, grinned at Zhuang Yan, and bared his white teeth.

"Didn't you ask me if I would laugh?"

He pointed to his teeth.

"Look, I can laugh. Whenever my comrades come back safely, I laugh happier than anyone else."

Zhuang Yan suddenly felt moved, he raised the lunch box: "Come! Teammates! Toast!"

Instructor No. 2 also raised the lunch box without hesitation: "One, two, three! Go!"