Leaning on the corridor, Mo Shangyun looked directly at the stairs. He raised his hand and touched his left ear while speaking.
"Pfft," seeing Mo Shangjun's enthusiastic gossip, Lang Yan couldn't help but laugh, "I broke up with her. I said it was my dream to be a soldier and I wanted to be responsible for my soldiers. She said I
Childish... This is the first time I have seen someone say that to me, but people do have some ideas. She gave me a lot of analysis, from national conditions to politics to our current situation. She said there will be no war in the short term. I
Even if you endure until death, you won't be able to resist a gold star. As for me, no matter how much I have ideas, when I have no right to speak, I can only suffocate myself to death."
Mo Shangyun hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement, "It makes sense."
Lang Yan gave her a look that said, 'I knew you would say that', and then continued: "Later, we discussed the border incident, and I said that our instructor wanted to use this as an opportunity to mobilize the soldiers' enthusiasm.
Training emotions. I expressed my thoughts and she agreed with me, but she made an assumption - if you really have to go to the battlefield, how do you make your inexperienced soldiers not afraid of war?"
With his brows twitching slightly, Mo Shangyun became somewhat interested in this woman.
He looked at the problem very thoroughly and exposed Lang Yan's delusions in one sentence.
"I'll start, but I haven't found the answer, but..." Lang Yan looked at her and smiled, "I think your proposal for the topic of the speech may make my delusion a little more realistic."
Mo Shangyun touched his chin and said nothing.
"I used to hope that my soldiers would not have to think about any problems, train steadily, pursue their dreams, and have a happy military memory. Then I thought about it, we are a reconnaissance battalion, and as a scout, we need to bear more responsibilities than ordinary soldiers.
There need to be more soldiers, but I think they can't be too naive. They should think of something. It's good for young people to live happily, but they can't be too relaxed wearing this military uniform. The speech of the trainee platoon leader of the company was too
It's too much nonsense, but because they thought too little, they were easily led away." Lang Yan said almost helplessly, "Young people, you still have to have your own ideas and think more about things. With this in mind, I support you.
Speeches are necessary.”
"...Thank you for your approval."
Mo Shangyun thanked him hypocritically.
Lang Yan couldn't help but smile.
"By the way, while I was in the hospital, I discussed an issue with someone." Mo Shangyun turned the crutch in his hand and asked casually, "If we need to kill people to protect our country, some people think that we are just acting in the name of justice.
The famous murderer. Captain Lang, what do you mean?"
Lang Yan fell silent, frowning and thinking for a while.
After a while, he said: "I can understand the existence of this idea, but someone has to do these things. There is no right or wrong in this world. What we call right and wrong are all within the definition. Since what we do
If we kill people for legitimate reasons and within the scope of the law, then we are right."
"What happens after you kill someone?"
"After that..." Lang Yan thought for a while, and then asked in confusion, "The psychological counseling in our country is not that bad, right? Besides, subconsciously we always seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Since it is
If you are right, you will find reasons to get rid of it, and people will never keep themselves trapped in a strange circle."
"Um."
Mo Shangyun nodded in agreement.
Lang Yan is fair-minded, but there are people like Lu Yang who are into blind alleys, so they need "faith" to get relief.
However, the problem is-
Lang Yan didn't have much chance to kill someone, but Lu Yang had already experienced it personally.
Mo Shangyun can think about it now, but if she had experienced it herself, would she have become Lang Yan, Lu Yang, or gone down another alley?
These things that could only be imagined made Mo Shangyun unable to give himself an accurate answer.
"The two company commanders have made such a successful ideological mobilization. Do they still need to think about life here?"
Suddenly, from the corner of the stairs, the instructor's gloomy voice came.
Mo Shangyun glanced at Lang Yan, and then looked at the stairs.
Lang Yan also turned around and looked downstairs angrily.
The instructor had a gloomy face and exuded a gloomy aura as he went upstairs solemnly.
However, downstairs, Li Liang's order to gather was heard, as if he wanted to run 50 laps before going to bed until he could lie down and fall asleep.
"Instructor."
Lang Yan said hello to the ashen-faced instructor, his voice obviously lacking confidence.
The instructor walked up the last step, stared at them coldly, raised his hand angrily, pointed at Lang Yan, and then at Mo Shangyun.
"Let me tell you what you are good at!" the instructor said, holding back his anger, "It's a good thing to have ideas. It's okay to cause trouble in your own company. Is it necessary to cause trouble to the entire battalion?!"
"Actually, it's not bad," Lang Yan reassured, "There hasn't been any big movement in our reconnaissance camp for a long time."
"Not bad?!" The instructor suddenly raised his voice. He was so angry that he pointed at them angrily, "Not bad! Who likes to make trouble? Why are you two here to join in the fun?! The whole camp is in trouble!
It’s hard to sleep and eat well, let’s see how you deal with the battalion commander when the time comes!”
"Instructor——" Mo Shangyun planned to speak out.
"And you!" The instructor stared at him and abruptly interrupted Mo Shangyun's words, "Vice Company Mo, Vice Company Mo, you are so capable. You can even make movies that have not been reviewed. You
I must be lucky that my heart is fine, otherwise I would have been forced to the hospital by you!"
"..."
Mo Shangyun was trained to be quiet.
Well, it seems that the instructor is very angry and wants to find a chance to vent when things go against his wishes. At this time, let him complain properly.
"You, you two..." the instructor pointed at this, then at that, his fingers were trembling. He took two deep breaths, hating that iron is not as strong as steel, "You are so capable! You are so capable! Our second company's
Two company commanders, both like to be new and different! Tell me, is it so difficult to have to take such a big risk, torment not only others, but also yourself, and just go with the flow occasionally?! It’s just the movies you showed and edited.
In the video, there are several scenes that will happen to the soldiers of your company?! You think too much! No one will praise you!"
Mo Shangyun and Lang Yan looked at each other.
It seemed that the instructor did not fundamentally deny them, and even approved of them. However, it was too unconventional to give such a speech in front of so many people, and it would be blamed by the superiors, so he was so anxious.
Rather than being angry, it is better to say that I am worried about them both.
As a result, neither of them could say a word to refute.
The instructor scolded them angrily for a full ten minutes. In the end, he was so thirsty that he hesitated for a while, then waved his hand and told them to stay where he was and wait for him to come back. Then he went to his office to drink tea.
Already.
Mo Shangjun and Lang Yan quickly took this opportunity to return to the dormitory to escape from the clutches of the instructor.
As soon as the instructor entered his office, he realized something was wrong and quickly came out with his own water glass. He happened to see Mo Shangjun and Lang Yan walking upstairs. His hands were shaking with anger and he almost dropped the water glass in his hand!
These two disobedient bastards!
He was so angry!
*
At night, Mo Shangjun slept very poorly.
It's not because of the movie or video or even the content of the speech, nor is it worried about the group of highly stimulated warriors, nor is it worried about what kind of punishment they will get tomorrow.
But——
Lin Qi, who came back from running around, still couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned on the upper bunk and never stopped making sesame cakes.
Mo Shangjun, who had always been a light sleeper, began to miss his former roommate, Comrade Ji Ruonan, who paid attention to everything he did.
However, at this moment, facing this kind of suffering, it was all her own fault.
"How about you go out and run dozens of laps again?"
It wasn't until two o'clock in the morning that Mo Shangjun opened his eyes soberly and put forward constructive suggestions to Lin Qi on the upper bunk.
It was okay that she didn't speak, and Lin Qi could barely ignore her existence, but when she spoke like this, Lin Qi was filled with irritability, anxiety, and dissatisfaction. He raised his hand and patted the bed, then turned over from the top bunk.
Mo Shangjun was lying on the bed, with his legs crossed and his hands behind his head. In a very leisurely manner, he saw the somewhat handsome Lin Qi who had fallen from the sky.
However, Lin Qi, who was already very annoyed, almost exploded with anger when he saw the culprit looking so leisurely and at ease.
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