Three months of physically and mentally tortured training is finally over. The recruits can rest for a day or two before they are officially assigned to the company. At the training ground of the recruit camp, behind a big bare tree, three young men wearing winter training uniforms are sitting on the ground. One of them is unscrupulous.
Swallowing clouds and puffing out mist.
"Wu Jie, what brand of cigarette do you have? Give me one."
The young man on the right side of Wu Jie has a naive smile on his face, with a strong sense of country simplicity in his smile. His name is Ding Hao, a rural soldier from the plains of central Hebei Province. It is said that his grandparents opened a martial arts school in the capital before they fled to the valley.
, the art of Kung Fu was passed down from generation to generation until Ding Hao.
As for the somewhat cynical Wu Jie, he never mentioned his family background.
Yang Chen silently looked at the two comrades he had known for a short time, and always felt that compared to Ding Hao and himself, Wu Jie seemed to have many secrets hidden in him.
Wu Jie pulled out a cigarette and handed it to Ding Hao. Seeing Yang Chen staring at him, he smiled and said: "Look, I'm not a woman. By the way, I heard that the three of us may be assigned to a company, the 7th Steel Company of the 2nd Battalion.
This is the most perverted place in the whole group. We must unite in the future and we cannot let the veterans bully us."
Ding Hao took a long puff of cigarette and nodded repeatedly without talking.
The Seventh Company of Steel...the top company of the Iron Fist Regiment, the place where recruits least want to stay.
Yang Chen smiled bitterly, people are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong. The title of "Soldier King" among the new recruits has harmed the three of them. It seems that even if he joins the army, suffering will always be with him.
Is it bad luck, or is it a sign of a great mission coming from heaven?
Yang Chen held his cheek and looked at the sky, wandering around and thinking.
"Why are you three hiding here? Several cadres are looking for you everywhere, saying that there is an order from the regiment headquarters, telling you three to report to the regiment headquarters immediately. The regiment leader wants to see you." A new recruit ran over panting, obviously looking for them.
I've been on a lot of wrongdoings, and when I saw Wu Jie and Ding Hao puffing away their smoke, they immediately asked for it with a playful smile.
"I don't have much stock, so I won't give it to you." Wu Jie refused directly.
"No? Then I'll report it and you'll confiscate it all." The recruit who ran over was still smiling playfully.
Wu Jie suddenly glared and said in a cold voice: "Fuck you, sue Liang Weixiong, I won't be afraid."
Yang Chen could see that Wu Jie seemed to be extremely disgusted with people who liked to make snitches. At the same time, he was surprised that Liang Weixiong, the number one person in the General Staff, mentioned this big boss. Wu Jie was unintentional or really ignored... Yang Chen took a deep look.
Wu Jie snatched the cigarette case from his hand and threw it to the running recruit. The recruit ran away with a smile on his face, fearing that the cigarette in his hand would be taken away again.
"I know you still have two hidden in there, why do you care about them?"
Yang Chen smiled at Wu Jie, who was full of dissatisfaction. Wu Jie was also angry and happy. He thought he was unlucky and had someone else snatch his cigarettes. He had already lost his temper, but he had no temper with Yang Chen. He himself felt strange.
"Stop being so nagging, let's go to the regiment headquarters quickly."
As soon as Ding Hao heard the call from the regiment leader, it seemed as if the regiment leader was right next to him. He hurriedly put out the cigarette. For him, the regiment leader was definitely the biggest official he had ever seen. Three handsome men who were known as the kings of recruits went straight to him.
Headquarters, finally met the regiment leader Wang Guoxing in the regiment leader's office.
The regiment leader looked solemn, not to mention Ding Hao who came out of the ravine. Even Yang Chen couldn't help muttering and was inexplicably nervous. Wang Guoxing glanced at the three upright recruits and said majestically: "According to the orders of your superiors, the three of you are leaving Iron Fist from this moment on."
Regiment, to be precise, you will be separated from the 38th Group Army and transferred to another place. Someone will come to the regiment headquarters to pick you up this afternoon."
The three of them looked at each other.
Break away from the Iron Fist Regiment and break away from the Thirty-Eighth Group Army.
The sudden news left them at a loss as to what to do.
Ding Hao immediately grinned, uglier than crying and said: "Captain, I don't want to leave the army, I want to be a soldier."
The originally serious Wang Guoxing was amused by this live treasure. He pretended to cough twice and said with a straight face: "You pighead, who told you to leave the army? Go back and pack your things quickly, and eat in the regimental canteen at noon, waiting for someone to pick you up.
you."
The three of them walked out of the group leader's office in a daze. Each of them looked like a six-foot-tall King Kong, confused. At this moment, Wang Guoxing, who was pacing in the office, punched the desk hard. Although there were more than a thousand people in the group, every one of them was good.
Soldiers were like his darlings, and he was heartbroken to transfer three of them with one order.
"Those three new recruits are definitely good ones and worth training. Do you really want to let them go?" Li Li, the political commissar of the regiment, quietly walked into the office and poured a cup of tea for his old partner with his own hands. Having been together for many years, he understood the depressed mood of his old comrades at the moment.
Wang Guoxing smiled bitterly and said: "Can you not let it go? The General Staff issued an order directly to the group army."
"General Staff... Could it be that the three recruits were selected..." Li Li, the political commissar with a surprised look on his face, didn't know how to continue, because the place where the three recruits might go had no name or even a serial number. He paused for a moment.
He pondered and said: "In the past, all the top scouts who were transferred away were the best among the old scouts. Why are we selecting new recruits this time?"
"Good recruits are like rough jade, easier to polish and forge." Wang Guoxing said what he was thinking, and the two chief officers of the Iron Fist Regiment fell silent.
After a long time, Li Li comforted Wang Guoxing and said, "Old Wang, don't be depressed. Most of the soldiers who were transferred in the past have been beaten back. Those three bastards may not really be able to leave our Iron Fist Regiment."
"It's true that I feel bad, but I don't want them to come back."
Wang Guoxing turned to look at Li Li, his expression solemn and serious. Entering the mysterious place that even he yearned for was a truly good soldier.
Break away from the Iron Fist Regiment and break away from the Army Group.
Yang Chen pondered the meaning of the commander's words and wondered whether it was necessary to transfer to a unit other than the 38th Army? The Iron Fist Regiment of the 38th Army was already the top force in the Republic, and the environment for outstanding soldiers to be promoted and sent to military academies for further study was more fair.
Is it good or bad to make it public and move away from here?
"Oh, I think the three of us won the bid."
Wu Jie interrupted Yang Chen's thoughts and smiled seriously, as if he had already guessed where they were going, causing Yang Chen and Ding Hao to ask in unison what was going on. Wu Jie just smiled, looking like he was in need of a beating that could only be understood but not explained.
, in fact, this guy himself didn’t dare to tell whether his guess was correct or not.
Even the fleeting thought seemed ridiculous.
The three of them went back to the dormitory of the recruit camp to pack their things and bid farewell to their comrades who had been with them for many days. Dozens of recruits and a few cadres from the recruit camp escorted the three of them out of the building. A Warrior SUV with a license plate from the military region headquarters quietly arrived. The passenger seat
A captain officer came down and asked who Yang Chen, Wu Jie and Ding Hao were, and said loudly: "You don't need to go to the regiment headquarters, just follow me."
Ding Hao scratched his head and asked with a naive smile: "Chief, can I ask where we are going?"
"I'm not a leader. As for your question, I have no comment. Get in the car." The captain officer ordered the three people to get in the car. Yang Chen waved to everyone and got into the car first. He probably suffered too much parting pain, and some
Numb, this time there is no excitement in my heart. I am only curious about where I want to go next. I hope this is the blessing of the goddess of fate rather than a malicious tease.
The three people squeezed into the back seat of the off-road vehicle, and the warrior drove away.
In front of the building, everyone who saw them off had the same idea vaguely: it is definitely not easy for the three top recruits to go to a place.
