Special Years

This made Zhuang Yan have to remind Su Huikai of his painful lessons.

Said that he was teaching the brigade to lead the students, and he was moved, and he was almost punished by the deputy teacher for this.

He also said that this kind of thing is absolutely impossible. In the army, the relationship between men and women is a minefield. It is a bomb.

Fortunately, in the end, reason overcame the impulse, so that the precipice would not be left with lifelong regrets.

Su Huikai also listened, and after listening, she said, "I have my senses."

To the end, anxiously, Su Huikai said: "Come on, Zhuang Yan, don't worry about eating radishes! You already said, I'm a soldier, I'm a captain, don't say I'm Su Huikai. I didn't think about that, I just thought, what can I do? Can people like me?"

Zhuang Yan of course knew that what Su Huikai said was not the truth, but Lao Su's temperament, he knew, don't look at his tall and arrogant appearance, but he is also the kind of master who doesn't hit the south wall and doesn't look back. If you make up your mind, ten horses will not turn back.

Such conversations are often meaningless.

People who can enter the special forces have one characteristic, that is, persistence.

Persistence is sometimes considered paranoid.

Although the two are different in definition, they are often difficult to distinguish when the boundaries are blurred.

If you can't persuade, you won't persuade anymore.

They are adults, and everyone is responsible for the consequences of their actions.

Zhuang Yan felt that maybe he was going too far.

Maybe Su Huikai and Yan Shuang didn't have that kind of thing in the first place, but it was Cui Weinan's tongue-tied parrot that made things worse.

This topic, in the end, did not continue, but shifted to solemn.

Su Hui Kai asked Zhuang Yan, where have you been for the past week?

said solemnly, didn't I tell you before I left? I went to the research institute and went to be tested as a gunman.

Just like Zhuang Yan didn't believe Su Huikai very much just now, Su Huikai didn't believe Zhuang Yan's words much this time.

However, he was not good at asking questions, and he knew that Zhuang Yan wouldn't say anything when asked.

That's how it went.

The solemn training life is back on track.

Everything is done step by step, training, classes, exams.

Without the hardships of the previous Hell Week, of course, there are even more hardships, that is, foreign language classes.

Fortunately, the solemn spoken language does not have so many accents.

Although Zhuang Yan is from South Cantonese, the teachers who worked from kindergarten to high school in the government offices were not locals, but came from the north. Therefore, he spoke pure Mandarin, and did not want Su Huikai's dialect accent to be so strong, until it affected T. Mandarin and English pronunciation.

In terms of language, Zhuang Yan is still talented with Henuo. His foreign language scores have always been ranked in the top ten in the reserve team, and he is considered the best among the soldiers.

Su Huikai is still the same. The innate local accent has long been deeply rooted in the bone, and it is difficult to change.

Zhuang Yan sometimes jokes, saying, Lao Su, you go to Teacher Yan every noon to make up your oral class, and I am afraid that all of this class will be made up for the dog.

Su Hui always laughed and laughed. After laughing, she still couldn't move to find Yan Shuang on time to make up the class.

More than half a month after Zhuang Yan came back, the old white hair called him to his room again.

Zhuang Yan entered the door, and the old white hair gently closed the door, then took something from the drawer and placed it in front of Zhuang Yan.

With a solemn focus, he almost fainted with joy.

It was a red plastic box, rectangular, with a gold-painted August 1st military emblem on it, and a line of words below it—the second-class merit medal, and further down, there was a line of words: the Chinese people (harmony to the point of my fear, Guess yourselves).

There is also a certificate of meritorious service next to it, which is also a red book, similar to his previous third-class merit book.

"I... mine?" Zhuang Yan couldn't believe his eyes.

There is a saying in the army that the third-class merit is taken while standing, the second-class merit is taken while lying down, and the first-class merit is taken by hanging on the wall.

Although it is a bit exaggerated and absolute, this is also how difficult it is to describe how difficult it is to make meritorious deeds in peaceful times.

This is definitely not what is said in some exaggerated literature, you can get a first-class merit casually.

Second-class merit means that Zhuang Yan has obtained the entry card for that officer corps.

According to the policy of the army, it can be recommended to the higher authority, directly apply for promotion or submit it to the military academy.

This is absolutely awesome!

But the old Baimao looked like a light cloud and wind. He held a white towel to wipe the sweat on his neck, and said, "It's yours, why?"

He turned his head and glanced at the solemnity of the military medal on the table with his eyes as big as copper bells standing beside the table, and couldn't help but say, "Isn't it a second-class merit? I'm so happy, I've never seen it before. Great world, right?

Only then did Zhuang Yan come back to his senses. He felt that he couldn't lose his face too much. He cleared his throat and pretended to be calm and said, "Actually, I also have two third-class merits!"

After speaking, I couldn't help but pick up the box excitedly and open it.

A golden, second-class medal with two red and blue woven slashes on a white tape appeared in front of him.

It's an honor.

Zhuang Yan carefully stretched out his hand and gently stroked the gold star.

Different from the patterns in the five-pointed star on the previous third-class medals, the middle pattern of the second-class medal is Tiananmen Gate Tower and rocket; the middle pattern of the third-class medal is the emblem of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, gears and wheat ears, while the middle pattern of the second-class medal is Tiananmen Gate Tower and rocket; The middle pattern of the main medal of merit medal is the emblem of the Chinese People's Liberation Army.

He carefully put it in his hand and looked at it for a long time, and finally, Zhuang Yan suddenly realized that he was a little gaffe.

However, he hadn't forgotten to cover up in front of Old Baimao, so as not to be too embarrassing, so he pretended to be nonchalant and said, "It's nothing. One, I had the opportunity to apply for second-class merit. It’s just that I went to participate in the selection training of the Red Arrows brigade, and the old army didn’t report it to me.”

Old Baimao hung up the towel, sat down again, looked at the intoxicated solemnity, and said, "Remember, you can't tell anyone the origin of this meritorious achievement, there will be meritorious material records in your file, but it will only write about you. He has made outstanding contributions to the development of a certain type of firearm, and will not involve any other. My suggestion to you is to send the merits back to www.wuxiaspot.com, and keep them at home, and then act as if nothing happened, and continue to be your soldiers."

Zhuang Yan suddenly pulled away from his previous small excitement, excitement and pride.

The scenes of action on the wasteland flashed through my mind.

He seemed to suddenly become a third party, jumping out of the whole thing and watching himself calmly.

After just a few seconds, he seemed to have found his position again, then snapped to attention and gave the old white hair a military salute.

"Yes! I must obey orders and keep secrets!

After he finished speaking, he suddenly smiled and said in the same tone of old Baimao, "Because we don't exist."

When the solemn left, the old white hair picked up the teacup on the table and listened to the solemn footsteps gradually disappearing into the stairwell.

It was already summer outside the window, the weather was starting to get hot, and the cicada began to scream. Everything was calm, as if nothing had really happened.