Special Years

That night was the happiest night of the Seventh Army in the years away from serving.

Big chunks of meat, big mouthfuls of wine.

Seventh, who has always been a little bit short, this time is finally a pity, and the **** of luck finally favors him once.

This lost and regained school qualification is a compensation for not getting third-class merit this time.

Even the squadron leader Zhou Huping personally went to the table of the seventh class to toast, and he and Lao Qiyi had three bowls in a row.

"Xiao Ming, go to Luyuan, remember not to lose the face of our teaching team! When you graduate, come back to our teaching team, and I will make you the captain of the third district!"

"Captain, don't worry! Our brigade goes out, and wherever we go, we are the vanguards who are loudly screaming!"

The drunk and blindfolded Seventh grabbed the solemn neck.

"Zhuang Yan, you are a good boy. You got a third-class merit in your first year of military service. Remember, don't be proud! This doesn't mean you are better than other comrades in arms, you just have better luck than them! Also, work hard. , I think you are a very good soldier, and you will definitely do better than me in the future!"

While speaking, he glanced at Zhou Huping intentionally or unintentionally.

"I understand, squad leader," said solemnly, nodding.

In fact, Zhuang Yan himself did not understand why this third-class merit would fall on his head.

If it is said that Lao Qi and the other squad leaders cannot make contributions due to the joint and several responsibility due to Zhang Jian's sacrifice, then at least Wang Datong, a second-year soldier, was on the mission in Paizhou with him at that time, and he marked you as no worse than himself.

But why didn't he get third-class merit?

There are some things, but Lao Qi, who is the monitor, is very bright.

He until Zhou Huping admired Zhuang Yan very much, and planned to keep him in the team as the coach and squad leader.

When the names of Wang Datong and Zhuang Yan were sent to Zhou Huping's desk, and when the performances of the two soldiers were on a par, the emotional balance would of course tilt towards Zhuang.

Fertilizer water does not flow into the field of outsiders.

As the squadron captain, Zhou Huping, of course, has a little bit of his own selfishness in this matter.

Therefore, Wang Datong won a direct team award, while Zhuang Yan submitted a third-class merit.

Of course Zhuang Yan and Wang Datong did not know these things, and they will never know.

Early the next morning, when it was dawn, a military truck came from the division, stopped on the asphalt road in front of the barracks of the third squadron, and honked its horn twice.

In the row room, Lao Qi stood at the door of the third district team, quietly watching everything he was familiar with.

The students all went out to exercise, the mosquito nets on the beds were all removed, and the housekeeping had not been done. The toothpaste, toothbrushes, and vats in the lockers were neatly placed by the window. There was an electronic clock on the wall, and the hour and second hands were light. Moving lightly.

Lao Qi carried his backpack and a front bag full of military uniforms, and walked out of the row slowly.

On the lawn at the entrance, a student who helped the cook ran down from the direction of the cooking class, and when he saw Luo Xiaoming, he stood at attention and called out "Hello, monitor."

Lao Qi nodded to him and smiled.

When the student left, Lao Qi stood on the lawn and looked back at the barracks of the No. 3 Squadron. Zibi was sour and his eyes were hot.

The car horn rang twice again.

Lao Qi suddenly turned his head, carried his luggage, strode across the lawn and basketball court, and jumped into the truck in the fog.

There were two other squad leaders in the carriage, soldiers from other units of the city's directly affiliated team, and they were the lucky ones in the supplementary delivery.

Several people are veterans and know each other, so they simply said hello.

The car left the teaching team and drove slowly along the cement road towards the gate of the division. After the gate was an uphill road, next to the hillside, where was the training ground for the bombing commando...

After passing this slope, it is a straight concrete road, which is 800 meters long. This is the most popular venue for turnaround running and frog leaping for physical training at night...

Lao Qi's vision blurred, as if he saw himself as a student back then, running down this road sweating like rain...

In my ears, the roar of my squad leader seemed to be heard back then...

"Luo Xiaoming, you run as slow as a tortoise! ​​Shake me up and grit your teeth! You can't bear this little bit of hardship, you are a fart squad leader!"

He rubbed the corners of his eyes with his hands.

"Lao Luo, are you crying?" asked the squad leader of another engineer battalion in the carriage.

"Shit! I'm going to cry? When did Luo Xiaoming cry? Damn it! Come and help me blow, numb the sand is really big today..."

The car drove to the end of this straight road, there was a three-way intersection, and in the center of the intersection stood a huge bronze statue, a statue of a warrior.

There are three roads, one leads to the teaching team, one leads to the headquarters, and the other leads to the gate of the division.

Suddenly, dozens of soldiers flashed from the bronze statue.

Those are the soldiers of the three-district team.

They wore camouflage uniforms and carried guns and 91-style tactical vests.

Several of them suddenly raised their hands high, each holding a square piece of cardboard with a few large characters painted with a red watercolor pen on it - the squad leader has a good journey!

"Lao Luo, those soldiers are you teaching the brigade, right?" Another squad leader in the car noticed it, pointed to the outside of the car and called out.

Luo Xiaoming slammed onto the tailgate of the car, the cool wind outside the car made his neck chill, and his hand grabbed the iron pipe beside him, almost squeezing it flat.

left……

When he comes back after graduation three years later, how many of the more than 30 familiar faces next to the bronze statue will stay in this army?

left……

That is, it is difficult to see each other again. From then on, from all over the world, from the different sides of the world, there will no longer be the opportunity to eat the same pot of rice, sleep in the same room, and train with the bragging...

Outside the car, singing suddenly rang out.

Comrades-in-arms are like brothers,

Revolution calls us together.

You are from the frontier, he is from the interior,

We are all children of the people.

comrade-in-arms, comrades-in-arms!

This gracious call to this noble friendship,

Make us a steel collective, a steel collective!

Lao Qi suddenly felt that his heart was surrounded by something indescribable.

"It's worth it... it's worth it... it's worth it..."

He murmured ~www.novelmt.com~ and tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

Raising his right hand, he gave a solemn military salute to the soldiers of the Third Division outside the car.

The wheels were spinning fast, running over the leaves that fell on the ground, over the sand on the road, over the black asphalt...

Familiar with everything is going away, barracks, trees, playgrounds, sentries...

There is also a small farewell team of more than 30 people from the Third Squadron Third District Team of the Teaching Brigade.

The car passed the gate post, the sentry saluted, turned right, and headed west along the national road...

The morning sun was finally rising from the east, and the golden light illuminated the inside of the carriage. The 1st division's camp was no longer clearly visible, but in Lao Qi's heart, the song "Comrades-in-arms are like brothers" still kept going. The ground reverberated, causing the blood to burn hot...

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