Special Years

Zhuang Yan had no choice but to trot to the distance against the ammunition box and pick up the grenades one by one into the magazine.

"Oh! I said that I saw someone on the bombing field from a distance. I thought which class was so active that they came out to train without a break at noon. It turned out to be a brother from our cooking class!"

Chen Qingming's strange voice came from not far away.

Zhuang Yan was picking up bullets on the distance marking line, and when he heard the voice of the third squad leader, he couldn't help but stop, and when he looked back, it was indeed a row of people.

Enemy road is narrow!

Zhuang Yan secretly said in his heart.

Zhuang Yan was very reluctant to meet the second squad leader and the third squad leader, so he lowered his head to pick up those grenades.

"Wow! It turns out that it was not only our old Li who came out in person, but also brought a trash who was kicked away!"

When Chen Qingming saw the solemnity, his anger came up again.

Zhuang Yan silently picked up things without saying a word.

His temper is not as rushing as before.

What's more, now Chen Qingming is actually an out-and-out loser in his eyes.

Speaking of anger, Chen Qingming is indeed more worthy of anger.

Because of the solemn thing, he was punished. Although it was not serious, it is a pity that the thing he mentioned has been completely yellow.

This is a very real problem.

Company commander Zhang Jianxing and instructor Cai Chaolin are not fools.

Once Yin Xiancong is unable to refer to the military academy normally, the company will definitely keep him in the team and choose between Chen Qingming and Yin Xiancong. The company prefers to choose Yin Xiancong, a soldier with both culture and military literacy.

Li Chuangcheng squeezed out an embarrassed smile, and said, "Squad Leader No. 3, I'm fine at noon. He Bing came here to practice."

Chen Qingming smiled and said yin and yang strangely: "Yo! When did the cooking class start to focus on military training? After you became the cooking squad leader, it seems that you haven't organized any training."

As he spoke, he walked under the tree, picked up the automatic rifle leaning against the tree, unloaded the magazine skillfully, pulled the bolt a few times, and looked at the chamber.

"The gun is a good gun. It's much newer than the ones in our combat squad. You guys have taken good care of it. You treat it like a treasure. It's really new."

The implication is self-evident, the irony is that the cooking class does not do much training.

Li Chuangcheng did not want to entangle with people like Chen Qingming.

He also shouted at the solemn in the distance: "Have you packed up, packed up and hurry back, and prepare dinner in the afternoon!"

Zhuang Yan trotted over against the bullet box.

Chen Qingming stopped Zhuang Yan and said, "Put down the ammo box."

Looking solemnly at Li Chuangcheng, Li Chuangcheng looked helpless.

He had to put the ammo box down.

Chen Qingming said: "Practice bombing, right? Zhuang Yan, I remember that when you left the platoon, it seemed that you could only throw 40 meters, right?"

He picked up a grenade from the magazine, walked over to the throwing line, and flicked his wrist a few times.

"How far do you Squad Leader Li cast?"

Zhuang Yan can only answer honestly: "49 meters."

Chen Qingming laughed coldly and said, "Look at it."

After all, he didn't even run, he slammed the bomb back on the spot, and then threw the grenade out.

Everyone's eyes followed the grenade spinning in the air until it hit the ground.

The grenade fell about 45 meters away.

"No way, I'm going backwards." Chen Qingming said with a hypocritical and modest expression: "It can only be cast 45 meters."

He said so, but everyone knows that long throws and standing throws are two different things. Long throws can help you run, and standing throws are in situ.

The standing throw can reach 45 meters, which is already very good, and it is definitely a grade higher than Li Chuangcheng's 49 meters for the run-up throw.

"Okay, I won't disturb your cooking, the cooking class, just prepare your own meals, and you don't have to rely on you to fight!"

These words made Li Chuangcheng completely unable to step down, and he couldn't help but say: "Squad leader three, without our cooking class to cook for you during the war, you don't even have the strength to charge!"

Chen Qingming said: "Yeah! So I told you to go back to cook quickly. Your battlefield is not here by the stove. Whoever doesn't know the level of the cooking team will only put the leftovers from our battle team! Ability! The problem, don't be a big head and join in the fun, when the time comes, the cooking soldiers will compete, and you can make a contribution if you don't stir-fry the vegetables!"

After speaking, he turned around and asked Niu Dali: "Is it true?"

Niu Dali laughed and said, "Hahaha, it makes sense. Fighting and killing the enemy is still a matter of our battle squad. The comrades in the cooking squad just need to cook the dishes. When we're full, we'll be ready to charge."

Chen Qingming got the approval, clapped the dust on his hands triumphantly, and said with a complacent expression: "Let's go, let's go, don't hinder our training, we will use the bombing field."

At this moment, Li Chuangcheng was completely angered.

As the saying goes, Buddhas have fire.

Who is a soldier who is not a young and vigorous young man, although Li Chuangcheng is only a squad leader of cooking, but the squad leader is still a squad leader. He can't shame himself when he mocks himself in front of so many soldiers.

"The third squad leader, the company commander didn't say that our cooking class can't conduct military training. Which rule stipulates that the cooking class can only cook vegetables. Today's training ground, we come first, we occupy first, you use it, just wait until we run out. !"

After speaking, he said solemnly: "Soldier! Put the grenade back, we will train here!"

Li Chuangcheng, who was short and short, seemed to have suddenly become burly. Usually when he saw everyone, he would slightly bend over and laugh, but suddenly his back was straight.

Chen Qingming completely **** him off.

"Okay!" Zhuang Yan heard the words and immediately moved the ammo box to the throwing line.

"Hey! I'm still excited!" Chen Qingming frowned, and his smile became even colder, "The training ground should be used by the most capable people, Li Chuangcheng, you only need that little pee, you dare to follow me Bibi who cast farther? You cast farther than me, and I will leave here without a word! No skills, what are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf!"

Li Chuangcheng held back his anger.

Unfortunately, it's still not as skilled.

He knew very well that he was absolutely no match for Chen Qingming, the squad leader of the third squad of the combat squad~www.wuxiaspot.com~, but he was absolutely unwilling to be humiliated by giving in like this.

"Dare to come?" Chen Qingming gained the upper hand again, smiled triumphantly, and twisted his hands to look at Li Chuangcheng, the cooking squad leader, who had nothing to do with him.

Li Chuangcheng's face was red and white, white and red, standing still and walking, not walking.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Zhuang Yan was secretly anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

Even Li Chuangcheng can't match his level at this level, let alone Chen Qingming, the third squad leader.

Strength is strength! No no no no!

Just when Zhuang Yan and Li Chuangcheng were downcast, things suddenly changed unexpectedly.

A sloppy and greasy voice came from outside the arena.

"I said why I smelled the stench on the hillside! It turns out that someone farts here!"