"Li Zheng, have you heard that we are going to adapt it again?!"
Scout Li Qiman held a bottle of bone-setting water in his hand, poured a little of it into the palm of his hand, then pressed it on the black and purple area of Li Zheng's thigh and rubbed it violently.
Li Zheng originally wanted to ask him where he heard the news, but with this pressure and rubbing, the pain in his thigh penetrated deeply into his brain. He couldn't help but take a breath of air and screamed.
"It hurts...it hurts...be gentle..."
Li Qiman glanced at the new recruit with disdain and said nonchalantly: "What are you yelling at? When I was a veteran and captured prisoners, my legs were blue and purple for countless times. Let me tell you, practice three times."
The moon will turn purple, turn purple, and when the flesh here becomes hard, you won’t be afraid of pain anymore and you’ll be fine no matter how hard you kick it.”
Li Zheng was in pain so much that tears came from the corners of his eyes, but he still had to endure it.
It's not about being shameless, it's about rubbing it like this. After the wound becomes warm, the blood will disperse faster, and it will be red the next day, and after a few days, it will be healed.
After a recent period of running-in, the scouts and infantrymen have slowly developed some friendship.
The sparring between Li Qiman and Li Zheng can be considered as a way of developing feelings.
Every day you kick me and I throw you once.
No one knocked anyone down, and over time they started to cherish each other.
Li Qiman admired Li Zheng's superb marksmanship, and Li Zheng also admired Li Qiman, a prisoner-capturing expert from the reconnaissance camp.
After going back and forth, the two finally went from secretly competing at the beginning to now exchanging experiences with each other. You taught me how to capture prisoners, and I taught you how to aim a gun.
The scouts taught the infantry how to do hard work and capture prisoners, and the infantry taught the scouts how to shoot rifles.
We are like rebellious children who have finally passed the time of tit-for-tat. Suddenly they are the same. In the future, we will all serve together until we retire from active service. No matter who was in the reconnaissance battalion or who was in the fourth company in the past, they will be in the future.
A company.
After rubbing it for a while, Li Zheng felt that the swollen part of his thigh finally started to feel hot and hot, and it was not as painful as before. He remembered what Li Qiman said just now, so he asked: "Didn't we just adapt it? Are we going to adapt it again?"
"It needs to be changed. You see, our brigade is called a brigade. What we still retain is the organizational structure of the infantry division. You know, the special operations brigade cannot have so many people. All the designations of our regiments must be removed and reorganized into 8
The personnel of the individual battalion must be reorganized."
Li Zhengqi asked: "Where did you get the news?"
Li Qiman lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "My fellow soldier works as a service soldier at the brigade headquarters. Yesterday, the brigade commander came back and brought back nineteen people. They are all ruthless people. It is said that they were recruited from the special forces of various regions.
, as well as people from the Navy Amphibious Warfare Group and the Air Force Thor Commandos.”
"Ah?" Li Zheng's eyes widened.
These are legendary special forces that could only be seen on TV news and the Internet before.
I never thought that one day I would be able to see it with my own eyes!
"You're not talking nonsense, are you!?"
"That's a fellow from my village who came out to serve as a soldier!" Li Qiman was very unhappy with Li Zheng's questioning. He glared at the latter and said, "He won't lie to me!"
As the two of them were talking about this, they suddenly saw Hou Jun hurriedly walk into the row room, then blew the assembly whistle and shouted: "Everyone in the row, come out to assemble."
Everyone cheered and ran out to gather.
The assembly was quick, and dozens of people soon stood neatly in front of Hou Jun.
Hou Jun was holding a stack of forms in his hand, his brows were furrowed, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy in his eyes. He looked at everyone for a moment and then said: "There is an order from the superiors. When you return, you must fill in these forms, one for each person, and complete them."
Then hand it over to me. You have to be quick. It will be filled out at noon today. It is not complicated, but there must be a principle. This is what the superior has repeatedly emphasized. You must fill it out truthfully!"
After finishing speaking, he said to several veterans who were acting as squad leaders: "The squad leader will come out and get a form according to the number of people in the class. Fill it out immediately when you get back!"
The forms were quickly divided, and Hou Jun shouted: "Disband."
People cheered and ran back to the row house.
Pulling out a small stool and sitting next to the bed, everyone took out their pens and started reading the form.
This is a personal information table. At the top are general table contents such as date of birth, age, education, etc.
The following is the focus of the form.
Each small column contains different professional names, including auto repair, machinery, electronic automation, aviation and other professional options. There are a total of more than a dozen columns.
If there is a special course in this field, please fill in the relevant information at the back of the column, including which school you studied at, how many years you studied, what awards you have won, etc.
The bottom column is blank and contains notes. You can fill in the professional content that you specialize in that is not in the above majors.
Li was studying liberal arts, and at first glance he had no use for it. However, his computer skills were passable, but they were for work-study purposes and were not considered a career.
Finally, after thinking about it, I checked the "foreign language" column and wrote English and Japanese at the end.
Li Qiman next to him glanced at Li Zheng, and his eyes immediately showed a bit of contempt: "Hey! You kid is still learning Japanese? You are a bitch!"
Li Zheng knew what he meant and asked: "What's wrong with learning Japanese? Do you know what it means to know yourself and your enemy? Think about what will happen in the future. If you catch a book, you won't be interrogated. Can you understand some Japanese?"
Li Qiman scratched his head and thought for a while, then suddenly grinned, pointed his thumb at Li Zheng, and praised: "Hey! You are worthy of being from a prestigious university. You really have ideas. Our army needs talents like you!"
Fatty Wei looked at this watch and suddenly began to reflect on life.
It's been a long time, and the form in front of me is still blank, with not a single word written on it.
Li Zheng finished filling out the form and signed his name. He turned around and saw Fatty Wei looking at the ceiling and meditating hard. He looked at his watch again and couldn't help but laugh: "What's wrong, Fatty, have you found that you are not proficient in anything?"
?”
Fatty Wei reacted, tilted his big head and said: "That's not it? Don't join me. I can row dragon boats. I am very good at modified cars and drag racing. For example, I am very good at picking up girls. I used to pick up my girlfriend from get off work and go there. At one stop, the beauties passing by would often wink at me, and some bold ones would even come over and ask me for my phone number. However, these can’t be written in the notes!”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Li Zheng asked: "Then tell me, how did you get there?"
Fatty Wei said: "Drive!"
Li Zheng asked: "What car are you driving?"
Fatty Wei was also very straightforward: "G63!"
Li Zheng chuckled and patted Fatty Wei on the shoulder: "It's not that you are good at picking up girls, it's that your car is good. Believe it or not, we can find a comrade in our platoon to drive your car to a stop on the street.
, there are more beauties ogling him."
Fatty Wei was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
After laughing, Fatty Wei was still worried: "Then I still don't have any special skills to write about."
Li Zheng said: "Forget it, the platoon leader. Fill in the report truthfully. If it is there, it will be there. If it is not, there will be no."
Fatty Wei felt very embarrassed and said with emotion: "There are so many majors, but I am not proficient in any of them. When I was studying seriously, I went to pick up girls by myself. Now that I think about it, I really regret it..."
Yang Hui next to him finished filling out the form and came over to look at Fatty Wei's form. Then he clicked his tongue twice and glanced at Fatty Wei with a look of disgust. Then he couldn't help but reach out to take his form and swipe it on the form for him.
I filled out a few sentences.
Then he pointed at the form and said: "Fat man, how can I say you are good? Who said you have no special skills?"
He pointed at Fatty Wei's form that he had filled out.
Everyone took a closer look.
One tick was on driving, and then there was an additional comment - good at driving, first-class skills, and racing experience.
The second sentence is - I won the first place in the International Dragon Boat Race and have in-depth research on kayaking.
Everyone is shocked!
Finally, Fatty Wei raised his head, turned his golden eyes full of admiration, and gave Yang Hui a thumbs up with both hands.
"Absolutely! Lao Yang, if you retire and have nothing to do, come to our company and I will give you a high salary and be responsible for my company's external publicity and image packaging!"
Yang Hui continued to show contempt in his eyes, curled his lips and said disdainfully: "I am a military leader on the Internet! Who would like to work in your company, fat man!"