Special Years

The breeder in the army actually said that he was raising pigs, but he was actually a pig herd.

In the grassroots company, this is basically the most comfortable position. Everything is good, but it is a little dirty, and it has a bad reputation.

The Eighth Company raised a total of ten pigs, and the pigsty was placed on the hillside on the right side of the training ground behind the company headquarters. When the soldiers in the Company were training, they could see the small independent yard on the right side of the hillside that was not like a military barracks.

It is said that there is an overtime veteran there who is specially responsible for serving those fat-headed and big-eared beasts.

And the pig herder who served overdue was named Zhu Dekang. He was already a fifth-year soldier. He was the oldest soldier among the ordinary soldiers in the company, and he belonged to the ashes-level veteran.

5-year soldiers are already the limit among conscripts, and if they continue to serve, they must be transferred to volunteer soldiers and hang up the arrow rank of volunteer soldiers.

The company is too lazy to strictly control such an almost elite veteran. The independent row house on the hillside is for him to manage himself.

Zhuang Yan and veteran Zhu Dekang have never met.

Not to mention solemnity, even many of the newcomers here do not know who this fairy-like veteran is, they just know from the veteran's mouth that there is such a number one person.

One time when we went to the mountain to conduct offensive training, the first class once passed that small row house, and solemnly saw from the open window that there was only one bed, a table, and a cabinet, and then there was a neatly folded sheet on the bed. But the stained, white quilt has been washed.

At that time, he was curious and asked Yang Song, the deputy squad leader who led the team, why the quilt was so dirty?

Yang Song said with a mysterious smirk, "It's not a stain, it's gun oil, it's our old monitor Zhu drawing a map!

Cannon oil?

Draw a map?

Zhuang Yan has seen gun oil and gun oil. These are the equipment maintenance items that every soldier must contact.

At that time, Majestic was at a loss.

He asked Yang Song, what gun oil? Is it the oil used to wipe the 60 mortars of our platoon?

Yang Song laughed and explained the meaning of the so-called "gun oil" to Zhuang Yan, Zhuang Yan almost didn't laugh so much that he was out of breath.

For Zhu Dekang's impression, solemnity is nothing more than that.

After dinner, the head of the cooking class, Li Chuangcheng, ran into a row of rooms, stood at the door and shouted loudly, "Solemn, pack up and follow me to the cooking class!"

Zhuang Yan had no choice but to pack his backpack, roll up the bed, and then go to the locker to pack up his odds and ends.

Yi Jun came over and squatted beside Zhuang Yan, and said with a look of guilt: "Laozhuang, this matter... I hurt you."

"Poet, boy, can you stop talking nonsense, and from now on, take care of yourself, and don't cause trouble for yourself."

Yi Jun added: "Cough! Actually, it's not bad to go to the cooking class. You can eat meat as you like, you don't need to go out to exercise, and you sleep well. Many people look forward to going and can't get it..."

The usual training of the cooking class is indeed not as tense as the class schedule. In the morning, because they have to have breakfast, they usually disband and go back to cook after participating in the company assembly. On weekdays, they occasionally engage in professional subjects such as shooting training. Physically, they organize themselves. Not force.

The most important thing is that the cooking class eats well.

Near the water tower, get the moon first. The troops are all large pot dishes. The vegetables and meat are fried separately. After the meat is fried, it is placed in a combat preparation basin, and then the peppers or other vegetables are added and fried until they are dead, and finally the meat is poured.

Every time the meat was cooked, the soldiers in the cooking class would pick up some meat in their rice bowls under the pretext of "trying to be salty".

Zhuang Yan has helped the cook and knows the tricks here.

In any case, although Yi Jun comforted himself, he did not comfort him on the point. Instead, it made him feel more uncomfortable.

Zhuang Yan rolled his eyes at him and couldn't help but said, "How about you, poet, go talk to the company commander and let me exchange with you? You **** go to raise pigs, and I'll stay in the platoon, okay!?"

Yi Jun immediately stopped his mouth and didn't dare to say nonsense.

Actually, Zhuang Yan is very annoying to Yi Jun now.

If Yi Jun hadn't offended Xu Xingguo by talking nonsense that night, he would have nothing to do with it later.

Now it's okay to go to the cooking class by myself, but Yin Xiancong is implicated.

This is the most unpleasant thing about solemnity.

He didn't want to meet Yin Xiancong, and wanted to leave a row before Yin Xiancong came back.

Anyway, they all left, so I simply left.

At the moment, Zhuang Yan is quite disheartened.

The three-year soldier, did he really go to raise pigs as he said when the recruit Lian Niu Dali taunted him?

He was not reconciled.

But what if you are not reconciled?

Humans, make up for the baskets you stabbed yourself.

After taking the things, he solemnly put on his backpack, walked to the door and said to Li Chuangcheng, "Squad leader, let's go."

Li Chuangcheng also had some impressions of Zhuang Yan, especially the pig kidneys and chicken legs that Zhuang Yan had stolen from the cooking class before.

"I said you're a **** soldier..."

As he spoke, he shook his head, with an expression of hating iron.

He originally wanted to criticize a few solemn words in the air of a squad leader. After all, a well-trained recruit was thrown into the cooking class, and it was quite a lack of talent.

"Okay, our cooking class is also good. It's simple and comfortable. Your training is good. Come to our cooking class, just to improve our training level."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and snatched Zhuang Yan's yellow bucket full of odds and ends, turned around and walked towards the cooking class.

Just after walking a few steps, he met Yin Xiancong who came back from the dining hall.

"Old Li, I have something to say to Zhuang Yan. If you don't go first, I'll take him there later."

The two came to the shade of the tree behind the row house again.

"Before leaving~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Won't you give me a cigarette?"

Seeing that Zhuang Yan remained silent, Yin Xiancong spoke first.

Zhuang Yan quickly took out Hongta Mountain, gave Yin Xiancong a root, and ordered a root himself.

The atmosphere suddenly became more relaxed.

Yin Xiancong took a breath and frowned unaccustomedly.

"I haven't smoked for a long time, I quit for a long time."

Glancing at Zhuang Yan, he said again, "If you have a chance, you should also quit. This thing is not good for your health. At the end of the five-kilometer cross-country run, you will feel that smoking is a mistake, and you will not be able to breathe."

Zhuang Yan took a cigarette in frustration and said, "I'm going to the cooking class, and I don't need to run five kilometers in the future..."

Having said this, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Squad leader, I'm sorry for causing you trouble..."

Yin Xiancong waved his hand generously and said, "There's nothing to be sorry for, it's not your fault, and you don't need to carry any ideological burden. The company commander asked me to talk about it. I won't be able to take the military academy this year, and the company plans to let me stay in the team. , I will strive for a semi-guarantee or a direct promotion next year. After all, I have made a third-class merit, and if I try to get another one next year, I will be eligible for promotion."

Hearing that Yin Xiancong still has a chance to be promoted, Zhuang Yan felt relieved.

He said, "It really doesn't affect your admission to the military academy?"

Yin Xiancong said: "It doesn't matter, I just have to stay on the team for a year. In fact, I am also responsible for this matter. If I hadn't only been focusing on my own review of cultural classes and neglecting management, this would not have happened. That night, if I had Supervising on the scene, things will not get to such a level. This year, it can be regarded as a lesson for me. But..."

He took a sharp breath, sighed and said, "The third squad leader is different..."

Zhuang Yan quickly asked, "What's wrong with him? Isn't it just a verbal warning?"