"Wang Pai, this is not good..."

"What's wrong? It's just a happy decision. Now you move your bunk first and I'll sort it out myself. There are also these two new soldiers. Let's arrange them quickly. The new soldiers have arrived now.

Well, you first teach them to learn housekeeping."

There was no room for doubt in Wang Gang's cold-faced words, so Wang Gang had no choice but to move his bed away.

"Okay, you all come over here, I'll tell you how to do the housework."

The third squad leader, Wang Gang, called the new recruits together and began to teach them housekeeping step by step. However, at the beginning, he still asked these new recruits to press the quilt first. There was nothing substantive about it, let alone the mulberry quilt.

"Today is the first day that our three classes have arrived. There is no substantial training. Your task is to press the quilt. You have to press out the ruts and make it thin by a degree. Okay, let's go and press it."

The dormitory of Class 3 is not big. Each person has a mat on the floor. The quilt is put up and folded into three folds. Then he takes a small stool and pushes it on it.

Gao Fei laid out the mat and went to get his own quilt. When he arrived at the bunk bed, he raised his feet to step on the bunk bed. He also had to step on the bunk bed with his feet. Mao Er glared coldly, and Gao Fei raised his foot again.

The legs were retracted.

Yi Mao Er stretched out his hand to lift the pedals on the supporting legs of the bed and pointed.

"This is what you should step on. Remember to put it back after you get out of bed."

After getting on the bed and taking out his quilt, Gao Fei glanced at the pedals and jumped off the bed without stepping on them.

Both feet made a sound and landed smoothly on the ground.

The cold-faced Yi Mao Er glared at Gao Fei.

"You're rough, don't know how to be gentle, you won't be able to do martial arts!"

Gao Fei looked back at the cold-faced man and thought, knowing martial arts is useful. In today's world, fighting is all about gang fights. If you show that you know a few moves better than others, you will be ganged up on.

Surrounded.

Now that I have said it, there are no routines in fighting. If you know martial arts, you can at best be more durable, but can you guard against random and random moves?

Gao Fei didn't respond, and Yi Mao2 wasn't really angry either. He looked at Gao Fei and said softly: "Young recruit, you have a good personality. I hope you can keep it up, otherwise it will be too boring.

I don’t really like a recruit company that’s too bland.”

When Gao Fei heard this, he turned around and gave the cold-faced Yi Mao Er a roll of his eyes.

"Idiot!"

Gao Fei cursed in his heart.

I was pressing the quilt in boredom when the whistle sounded again outside.

"Gather and get ready for dinner."

When breakfast arrived, all the recruits got up and ran towards the door. This time, Gao Fei was more active than anyone else and ran at the front. The moment he rushed out of the door, he even ignored the cold-faced man who was about to go out.

The second hit.

The cold-faced Yi Mao Er glanced at Gao Fei and said softly: "I was grinding and chirping this morning. I received a punishment, but now I am sensible. It seems that I should be more like this normally..."

Gao Fei rolled his eyes. He was positive and had nothing to do with whether he was punished or not. Now he was going to have breakfast. If he didn't hurry up, he would be really stupid.

The cooking class was outside the barracks of the recruit company. The team was assembled and led out by the platoon leader on duty. When they arrived at the door of the cooking class, the platoon leader formed a team again and started singing.

"Unite and prepare to sing!"

This is a song before meals. It is a song that I learned when I was still in the army.

"Unity is strength, strength. Unity is strength. This strength is the sky. This strength is steel. It is harder than iron and stronger than steel..."

This military song is simple and easy to learn, short and concise. Soon, the military song ended. I thought it was over, but I thought that the leader of the platoon looked ugly.

"Have you not eaten yet? The sound of mosquitoes is louder than you think. Let's do it again!"

Gao Fei wanted to retort. First of all, they hadn't had breakfast yet. There was no doubt about it. As for their voices not being as loud as mosquitoes, that was even more nonsense. If the mosquitoes' voices were louder than their singing voices, then they weren't mosquitoes.

Yes, that's a plane.

Can you refute this?

The answer is yes,

cannot!

"Unity is strength, strength. Unity is strength. This strength is iron, this strength is steel. It is harder than iron and stronger than steel..."

After singing it again, the leader was still not satisfied, so he started singing again.

"Unity is strength, strength. Unity is strength. This strength is the sky. This strength is steel. It is harder than iron and stronger than steel..."

After three times, the platoon leader finally stopped fussing. He turned around and saluted the two officers beside him.

"Reporting to the company commander and instructor, the first company of recruits has assembled before breakfast. Please give instructions!"

Trouble, really troublesome. After having breakfast, so many things happened. In the past, Gao Fei watched TV and the troops sang like this before breakfast. He didn't think much about it, but now, it really happened.

It was on his body, but he still felt troubled and tortured.

I'm hungry. I'm so hungry that I can't bear it. If I don't start eating quickly, why am I still getting cold? Isn't this a scolding for torturing people?

Yes, Gao Fei was already cursing in his heart. At his age, he gets hungry very quickly and feels uncomfortable and upset when he is hungry.

Of course, there are many people who are yelling and scolding like him. It can be said that all the recruits in the brand new company are scolding in their hearts. Although more people behave well and obediently, how can they think in their hearts?

It shows on the face.

The 13th officer, the instructor of the recruit company, waved his hand to the cold-faced 1st platoon leader and said casually.

"Go in, don't be so serious at first."

These words sounded pleasant to the ears, and it seemed that those engaged in political work were different from those engaged in military affairs. In Gao Fei's heart, the instructor's evaluation was a little higher.

Class 1, come in!"

"Every class has them, run and walk!"

"Class 9, run and walk!"

"Class 2, run and walk!"

"There are all eight classes, run and walk!"

…

After entering the cooking class and getting on the dining table, Gao Fei sat down and was about to start, when the squad leader glanced over.

Gao Fei had no choice but to sit down again. No one else moved, and he didn't know what kind of trouble he was going to make.

Breakfast is very simple, consisting of steamed buns, milk, fermented bean curd, pickles, and milk in a bag, a square bag soaked in a hot water basin. To be honest, it is not very rich.

"Let's eat!"

At the front, Captain Yimao Er at the table of officers and cadres gave the order, and now everyone started to take action.

Yes, just use your hands, no one uses chopsticks.

The steamed buns were finished quickly, and Gao Fei wasn't full yet. Looking around, he saw that the others were almost done.

How can this not make people full? Gao Fei looked back and saw a large basket placed near the door of the kitchen with steamed buns on it. He took the chopsticks, stood up and walked over.

When he got to the basket, he took his chopsticks and skewered three of them on one stick. A veteran from the cooking class nearby twitched his lips when he saw him like this.

"Recruit eggs, take as many as you can, take 6, can you finish them?"

The veterans in the cooking class thought to themselves that this new recruit was either a foodie or a fool.

"This doesn't necessarily mean I'm full. If I hadn't been able to hold only three chopsticks, I would have only taken these six."

Gao Fei looked at the large basin of hot water again. He wanted to get a bag of milk and just eat the steamed buns, which was too dry.

The hot water basin was empty, there was nothing but steaming water.

"Monitor, isn't there an unlimited supply of milk?"

Gao Fei pointed to the hot water basin and looked at the veteran again.

The veteran has determined that Gao Fei is a foodie, or a foodie with a brain problem. He is too lazy to chat with this foodie, and does not respond to Gao Fei. He is only busy with his own business.

On the other hand, the 13-cent instructor at the officer's table raised his head and took another look at Gao Fei.

Gao Fei suddenly felt bored. He didn't expect that the veteran in the cooking class would treat him like a fool. Of course, even if he knew about it, he would at most just curse him in his heart and make things worse.

Since there was no milk, there was no hope anymore. Gao Fei had no choice but to return to the dining table. The monitor looked at the six steamed buns that Gao Fei had brought and thought that he had given them to others. He thought that because Gao Fei was alone in morning exercises, the whole class suffered.

He was punished because he wanted to please the class.

It's a pity that Wang Gang overthought it. Gao Fei didn't have the emotional intelligence. He sat down and started eating by himself without even noticing the other people.

Well, Wang Gang can only add another label to Gao Fei: he has personality, is independent, and is very different.

Gao Fei is a different kind, and other recruits are not like that. Without orders, they would not dare to fetch steamed buns as unscrupulously as Gao Fei did, even though they were not full.

"If you are not full, go and get it yourself."

Squad leader Wang Gang saw other recruits swallowing saliva while watching Gao Fei eat. He knew that these boys were not full, so he spoke. He couldn't let his soldiers go hungry. He was not like other squad leaders, who had no face and looked at the leader's eyes.

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The recruits on the table were waiting for this sentence, and they all stood up to get the steamed buns. Gao Fei bit the steamed buns, glanced at them, and continued to eat his own steamed buns as if nothing happened.

With the third squad taking the lead, the recruits from the other squads no longer cower. If they don't have enough, they go get the steamed buns.

Without the milk, eating it dry is not very exciting. As for fermented bean curd, there are only such small pieces in one class, which is not enough to eat. The foam has long since disappeared. As for the pickles, no one eats them.

Gao Fei was chewing the steamed bun, muttering in his mind about the inaction of the cooking team. At this moment, a bag of milk was put into the bowl in front of him. Gao Fei was stunned. He raised his head while chewing the steamed bun, his eyes full of surprise.

The person who gave him the milk turned out to be a 13-cent instructor. Before he left, he still had a smile on his face.

Gao Fei suddenly stood up: "Thank you, instructor!"

Gao Fei's voice attracted the company commander's attention, and he glared at Gao Fei: "Don't shout loudly during meal time."

"Is it wrong to say thank you?"

Gao Fei thought to himself, and rolled his eyes back at the company commander.
Chapter completed!