After the duck sprinted for three kilometers, even though his physical fitness was close to LV.3, he could not withstand the heavy feeling of lead on his legs.

To put it bluntly, it just feels like your legs are not yours...

But even so, I still have to do my job...

When Jiang Teng returned to the office again, the cigarettes on his desk were gone. Even the two cigarettes he had secretly hidden before were not spared...

Alas, work...

The next morning, Squadron Wang surprisingly did not set off with the duty team. After breakfast, Squadron Wang hurried to the office of Instructor Mao in the brigade.

"Biaozi, you worked under my command when you were the platoon leader before. Logically, I shouldn't help you. But you don't know about this! I was caught by the political commissar yesterday. You asked me to register today, how can I apply?!"

"Instructor, isn't it time? Look, the political commissar caught Jiang Teng's painful foot yesterday, but this is still an impression. Take advantage of this opportunity to report it first. If you don't approve it, you will have a chance to report it again..."

Sitting opposite the desk of Instructor Mao, Squadron Wang took out a pack of Tianye from his pocket with a smile and pushed it over...

That's right, it was "seized" from Jiang Teng yesterday...

"What are you doing? What are you doing?! Put it away!"

When Wang Squadron heard the instructor's words, he pretended not to hear it.

"Instructor, just report to me and check it out. Secretary Zhang told me that our detachment and the corps are not full this year! Look at Jiang Teng again, let alone yesterday's incident, just before! Personal records, commendations, and reception of the family members of the team... There is also hard work if there is no credit! Now we are the clerk and squad leader of our squadron, who do the work of several people alone, and the business ability... "

"Hey, hey, the deputy!"

Instructor Mao coughed twice, and reminded him while pushing the cigarette on his desk back to Squadron Wang.

"The deputy is also the squad leader!"

"He has not served for a long time, you can do this..."

Instructor Mao helped to hold his forehead with his hands.

"If you say that you didn't have that yesterday, the outstanding soldiers will be awarded the rating. If you report it internally, there is still hope for this matter... but what's the result? When you see it, I went to find the political commissar and Officer Qu, and brought all the long guns and short cannons, and ran over..."

"I want to catch a typical example, hey, I really caught a typical example. What should you do if you want me?!"

"Go back, let's do our best. It will be the same for another exam next year, and it won't take long! This way he will have more time to prepare for the exam, right?"

"You really can't help?"

Ignoring the bitter thoughts of Instructor Mao, Squadron Wang narrowed his eyes.

"I can't help. I will definitely let him take the exam next year. Is it OK?"

"What else do you want to help next year? Forget it, if you can't help, then I'll go find the political commissar!"

The King Squadron was about to get up as he acted, but at the same time he did not forget to put the cigarette on the table back into his pocket...

"Hey~ You Da Biao, you are a dog-faced person?!"

Instructor Mao felt offended...

If you ask someone for help, it is my business if I don’t accept the gifts, but if you take them back halfway through your request, you, Wang Dabiao, is not authentic!

Looking at the turn of Squadron Wang, Instructor Mao calmly squeezed out a sentence from his mouth...

"The political commissar went to the brigade for a meeting, so you can save some effort. You can't find anyone when you go to the brigade now!"

"hey-hey...."

What I fear most is that the air suddenly quiet...

Squadron Wang turned around awkwardly, and at the same time he took out the pack of cigarettes from his pocket...

"Get out, take it back! I don't care!"

Looking at this old subordinate with a dog face, Instructor Mao's eyes twitched.

It is the first time I have seen you with gifts!

"Don't let it go, instructor, you smoke... I'll just smoke one of this pack, it's okay!"

Seeing that the cigarette was not delivered, Wang Squadron failed and had another plan. He took out the bag that Jiang Teng had already opened yesterday from his pocket, pulled out one from it, and handed it respectfully.

"Pump one?"

Instructor Mao looked at Wang Squadron...

As an old smoker, the temptation of good cigarettes is great. He can't afford to buy cigarettes worth 100 yuan per pack, but he really can't bear to buy them...

If you collect a pack of cigarettes, you will inevitably be suspected of receiving gifts. But now your old subordinates give you cigarettes and smoke one... It should be fine, right?!

"Pick one! Come on, I'll order you!"

Seeing Instructor Mao picking up cigarettes, Wang Squadron was immediately happy. He hurriedly took the lighter he had searched from Jiang Teng and went over and lit it...

"Huh~"

Take a deep breath of cigarettes, instructor Mao smashes his mouth.

"This good cigarette is different, soft and mellow..."

"Hehe, instructor, look, you smoked the cigarette too. Help..."

"Stop! I took a sip. If you mention this matter again, I will immediately put it off!"

"No, no, you draw, you draw."

King's Squadron waved his hand quickly...

"Will this happen? Let's not report it first, call the political commissar first..."

"Are you going to end up?! Don't hit the wall and don't look back, right? OK, I'll beat you. If the political commissar refuses, don't blame me for not helping you. Get out as soon as possible!"

Instructor Mao slapped the table and glared at him. Unfortunately, his skills were already immune to Wang Squadron.

"Okay, I'll fight now, if it's the political commissar..."

Looking at the Wang Squadron with a look of anticipation, Instructor Mao was helpless. He had to pick up the phone on the table and press the hands-free...

"Political Commissar Feng, I am Mao from the Mobile Brigade... Hey, that's right, it's just about registration for the military exam. I have a soldier here..."

On the other side, outside the General Team Conference Room.

Political Commissar Feng listened to the sound on the phone and felt a group of crows floating quietly above his head...

"Jiang Teng?!Mao Zhufeng! Do you think of me as Alzheimer's disease? You have seen everything yesterday..."

"Impossible! It's impossible not to fill this year's quota. If everyone is like this, how can we do our job? Let him wait for the serious registration next year!"

Political Commissar Feng shook his head and hung up the phone. This mobile brigade is the ace of the detachment. We can understand that you are making trouble. After all, combat effectiveness is generally equated with tossing...

But you're too...

"Xiao Feng, is there any situation in the team?"

"Political Commissar Shu! It's okay, there is a soldier below. I want to register for this year's military exam. The service life is a little different..."

Looking at the Political Commissar Shu who suddenly appeared beside him, Political Commissar Feng immediately stood at attention and reported with a smile. Then he was about to give way and let Political Commissar Shu enter the conference room...

"Is it Jiang Teng? I know this soldier, he performed well. If we don't have enough places this year, I can give him a chance to experience it!"

After saying this, Political Commissar Shu lifted his feet and left...

Political Commissar Feng was stupid...

What's the thing?!Do you know??

A private...

His surname is Shu, either!!

After thinking about it, Political Commissar Feng took out his cell phone. While editing the text message, he followed him into the conference room...

"Biaozi! Wait, the political commissar agreed!"
Chapter completed!