He Zhenzhong arrived at the Sixth Tiger Company and received a warm welcome. Baidu search gave Li Literary Network (urban romance) although he failed in the final shooting test, his comprehensive quality and ability are obvious to all.
Wang Yanbing also opened the sealed collection room and took out He Zhenzhong's missile target, but found nothing.
On this day, regular training, with rest in between.
"Company commander, give me a cigarette."
Peng Laoliu, the commander of the Sixth Tiger Company, was sitting with several platoon leaders, smoking cigarettes and talking. When he saw He Zhenzhong coming over, he laughed and cursed, "***, here you go smoking again."
"Who gave the company commander a high allowance and a good draw?"
"***, sooner or later I will be beaten to poverty by you bastards." Peng Laoliu laughed and scolded, still picked up the cigarette and threw it to He Zhenzhong. He likes He Zhenzhong very much now. He is neither arrogant nor impatient, has a temper and strength.
, a good and good soldier.
"Zhenzhong, sit down."
He Zhenzhong sat down with a cigarette in his mouth, "Company Commander, what are we discussing?"
Hearing this, Peng Laoliu sighed, "Isn't it the Mid-Autumn Festival soon? According to the rules of the Iron Fist Group, there must be a report performance."
He Zhenzhong took off the cigarette butt and flicked the ashes, "That's a good thing."
"What a fart." Peng Laoliu threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and stamped it out, "The Iron Fist Regiment is one of the elite regiments of the military region. Every time it is held, the head of the military region will come to participate, and so will the military region's cultural troupe. You say
, who can do this performance better than that group of art troupes? Also, sometimes the leader gets interested and wants to perform some target practice or something, and the Fourth Company of Sharpshooters comes right on, and we can only watch. "
"That's right." A platoon leader sighed, "Every year I sit on the ground and blow the cold wind, which makes my heart feel cold."
"Just watching them show off there, why not go on a five-kilometer armed cross-country trip to save the anger of seeing those guys looking so proud."
So that's it. He Zhenzhong took a deep breath of cigarette and blew out a smoke ring, "Company Commander, then our company can also put on a show."
Peng Laoliu glared at He Zhenzhong, "I want to do it too, but look at this large group of old men with a lot of male duck voices. What kind of show are they performing? Singing or dancing?"
"I'm really not good at singing. It feels more difficult than shooting a gun."
"you do not say."
"Go away, you are a bunch of bastards, they don't have any artistic skills at all." Peng Laoliu cursed angrily.
Throwing away the cigarette butt, He Zhenzhong said: "Company Commander, we are also part of the Tiger Company after all, but we are all Tigers. How can we just admit defeat like this?"
Peng Laoliu also looked helpless and glanced at He Zhenzhong, "What about you?"
"Come here." He Zhenzhong patted his chest and stood up.
"Really?" Peng Laoliu stared at He Zhenzhong doubtfully.
"You have to do it even if you can't, and you have to do it even if you don't have the conditions." He Zhenzhong said loudly: "The Sixth Company of the Tigers can't be called a sick cat."
"Good boy, I really saw the right person." Peng Laoliu stood up, with excitement on his face, and patted He Zhenzhong on the shoulder, "Okay, this time I will apply to the leader, our Sixth Tiger Company will have a show.
Look at those ***, how dare they laugh at us."
"He Zhenzhong, if you need help, just let me know."
"We can't fall behind, no."
Several platoon leaders also stood up.
He Zhenzhong nodded, "Yes."
Peng Laoliu took out his cigarette again and handed it to He Zhenzhong and others, "Zhenzhong, what are you going to perform?"
"Let's sing." He Zhenzhong nodded. He had learned through the system that in this parallel world, although the army already had songs such as "Unity is Strength", there were still some classic military songs. He was going to sing these songs.
"Can you sing?" Peng Laoliu was a little confused, "Those girls in the art troupe are not simple."
"Don't worry, company commander." He Zhenzhong smiled, "If that doesn't work, I can issue a military order."
"That's nonsense." Peng Laoliu glared at He Zhenzhong, "I still don't believe you, kid? You continue training, and I'll go find the team leader right away."
"yes."
"Zhenzhong, our Tiger Company depends on you."
"You must give us a voice."
He Zhenzhong looked at the platoon leaders and nodded, "Definitely."
"Walk."
In the evening, after training, He Zhenzhong lay on the bed.
"System Lord."
"Host, here you are. I've already chosen something for you, golden voice, exactly 200 contribution points."
These two hundred contribution points were obtained by successfully helping Li Erniu through courage training. Hearing the sound of the system, the corners of He Zhenzhong's mouth turned up slightly and he smiled, "Can you let me sing?"
"Don't worry, I guarantee there will be no problem. After using the golden voice, your singing will reach people's hearts and be sure to move everyone."
"Um."
In this case, He Zhenzhong felt relieved, closed his eyes and started to sleep.
Time passed and the Mid-Autumn Festival came soon.
There is a warm festive atmosphere everywhere in the military camp. After all, this is the first program that the recruits spend in the army after leaving home, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is also a day for family reunion. The army holds parties to dilute the homesickness of the recruits.
emotions and deepen the sense of belonging to the army.
At noon, after having an early dinner in the cafeteria, each company came to the big playground and sat on the ground, waiting for the party to begin.
"Hey, Sixth, I heard that your Sixth Company has prepared a program this time?"
"It's amazing, Sixth Brother, are you planning to overwhelm the Fourth Company of Sharpshooters?"
Seeing several familiar company commanders approaching, Peng Laoliu stood up and said, "Why, are you not convinced? If you have the ability, come and prepare one."
Several company commanders laughed bitterly.
"Come on, those soldiers under our command don't have the artistic talents."
"It's better for you, Lao Liu, if you accept He Zhenzhong, how can we dare to compete with you?"
Peng Laoliu's face blossomed into a smile, "That's right, wipe your eyes later and watch carefully how our Sixth Company can defeat the Fourth Company of Sharpshooters and the art troupe."
"If you don't brag, you will die."
"Don't cry when you lose."
"Bullshit." Peng Laoliu cursed, turned back to the front of the company, and squatted in front of He Zhenzhong, "Zhenzhong, you heard me, I've already blown it off, our Sixth Company's face is all pinned on this
on you."
He Zhenzhong smiled slightly and said, "Company commander, don't worry."
"good."
"Lao Liu, the leader calls you."
"Here we come." Peng Laoliu stood up, trotted towards the rostrum, stood still, saluted, and said, "Report."
"Come here, come here."
Peng Laoliu walked over.
"Peng Laoliu, I can tell you that there are many leaders from the military region today. Is there anything wrong with the program you prepared? If something goes wrong, don't blame me for sending you to the pig farm."
Peng Laoliu smiled bitterly, glanced back at He Zhenzhong, then turned back and said, "Report, no problem."
"That's good. Let the soldier get ready."
"yes."
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the show officially started.
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