Special Years

Touched by touch, Zhuang Yan understands very well that if you want to live up to Yin Xiancong's hope, you can only rely on actions.

After the meal, Zhuang Yan returned to the bungalow, packed up his things, and prepared to move them to a row.

While cleaning up, class deputy Zuo Xiaoheng came.

"Old Zhuang!" He walked in with a smile, "I'll help you move things."

Looking solemnly behind him, no one was there.

So he said, "What? Didn't find a soldier to help?"

The reason why I ask this is not because Zhuang Yan feels that Zuo Xiaoheng should play a privilege.

However, the old rule in the army, if the new squad leader takes office, the squad deputy will come to help with the things, then there will be no one behind him to help.

This seems a little strange.

After all, the army still pays attention to seniority and seniority. Zuo Xiaoheng, as the deputy of the squad, has no one to follow, which shows that his prestige in the third squad is not high.

"Hi!" Zuo Xiaoheng shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The youngest senior soldier in the same year looked helpless, and said: "Old Zhuang, you don't know, the company commander made you the third squad leader, this is how to promote and reuse you, this is to push you into the fire pit Well!"

While folding his clothes, Zhuang Yan asked, "Oh? How do you say this?"

Zuo Xiaoheng came over, put some solemn sundries into the yellow bucket one by one, and said in his mouth: "Alas... the third shift, it is the most difficult shift in the entire company."

Putting everything into the bucket, he simply sat directly by the bed, looked at Zhuang Yan and said, "You don't know who brought out the team from the third class in the past, right?"

Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered: "Chen Qingming's class."

"That's right!" Zuo Xiaoheng said, "After you all went to the training team, Chen Qingming didn't pass the military academy exam because of the indictment. In the second half of the year, he was just a passer-by, eating and waiting for retirement, and he didn't care about training. The entire class used to be the most ruthless, but later it was the loosest. Even the company commander couldn't take him. After all, he had no hope, what else could he do with him? Later, he was discharged from the army, and Niu Dali took over the third class. , you also know what kind of squad leader Niu Dali is. He doesn't train his mind much at all. He only barks like a mad dog. In the first year, some soldiers are still afraid of him. It's good now, you're here, it's a push on you, it's very clean."

Zhuang Yan said: "So, the training of the third class is the worst?"

Zuo Xiaoheng said: "Of course the worst, there is more than that, and the worst style of the whole company is also the third class, who are the three classes, you don't know, when we were recruits together in the past, it was not a fuel-efficient lamp, Zhao Fugui, Guo Xiaoli, Fang Dabao... these are all living treasures!"

Of course, these names are solemn and familiar.

All of them were soldiers of the same age, and they were also in the same platoon.

The people named by Zuo Xiaoheng were all the worst trained that year.

Chen Qingming likes tossing people, but in terms of military training, compared with Yin Xiancong, he was thrown out of Jiutiaojie.

Therefore, the quality of the soldiers he brought out was not comparable to other classes.

In the third class, there was not a single preemptive monitor who was sent to the coaching team, but there were usually three.

huge difference.

In addition, if you really gave up on yourself as Zuo Xiaoheng said in the later stage, you can imagine what the situation would be.

"How many new recruits are coming in this year?" asked solemnly.

Zuo Xiaoheng said: "The number of recruits is small this year, only one recruit has been assigned to the third class, but..."

Having said that, he shook his head again.

Zhuang Yan said, "This recruit is also bad?"

"The new recruits are last in the company." Zuo Xiaoheng said, "My name is Chen Hao. The family is in business. He is an old smoker. At that time, I cried and called my mother and rolled all over the floor. I originally wanted him to go to the cooking class, but Li Chuang saw this soldier, so he didn't dare to accept it, and said that the cooking class was full of people..."

"Company commander, it is considered that we have given up our third shift, and we have packed the worst and worst of the row here. People have nicknamed us three, called the garbage collection station. The better soldiers will be sent here. I went to Class 1 and 2, and Class 3 is the master who doesn't care about my father and doesn't love my mother."

Zuo Xiaoheng's remarks gave Zhuang Yan a headache.

If there are many veterans in the third class, there is only one recruit...

In fact, you can think of it with your toes. If the veterans are sloppy, the recruits will definitely be rotten, and what is even worse is that the recruits themselves are not good soldiers. It can be said that the weasel meets the skunk. , the smelly piece went.

It is also the first time that Zhuang Yan has encountered such a situation.

He brought the new recruits.

Good for recruits.

Because when they first joined the army, everyone was a blank sheet of paper, and they still had a huge sense of awe for the army.

But the second-year veterans are different. The second-year veterans generally start to get oily. What's more, the situation of the 8th Iron Company is even more unusual, because Zhuang Yan said that the soldiers of this year accounted for almost 80% of the company. As a result, the third-year soldiers in the company were very few, and the first-year soldiers were very few. There are also very few, especially in the second year of the soldiers.

If the quality of these second-year soldiers is good, then after the recruits join the company, they will make rapid progress under the guidance of help.

Once the quality of these second-year soldiers is low, the new recruits will be mixed with them and will be assimilated quickly.

Zhuang Yan is only a second-year soldier, and many of the members of the third class are soldiers of the same year.

How should I bring it?

Zhuang Yan and Zuo Xiaoheng walked towards the row of houses, and he kept thinking about this problem along the way.

"Ouch! The new monitor is here!"

As soon as Zhuang Yan entered the door, he saw Fang Dabao, who was sitting beside the bed, raised his head with a cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't stand up. No passers-by seem to pass by.

In a row of row houses, the beds of the third shift are at the innermost.

The first and second classes are all training on the training ground, but the eight people in the third class are sitting here smoking and chatting.

No wonder Zhang Jianxing concentrated the worst people in this class.

Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black.

What I am afraid of is the fear of mutual infection and mutual influence~www.novelmt.com~ The third shift is like a plague. They are all pushed together and isolated.

"Fuck, the squad leader is here, you guys don't stand up?" Zuo Xiaoheng felt that he couldn't hold on to his face.

Zhao Fugui said: "I said Lao Zuo, you can save it, aren't they all soldiers of the same year, what kind of squad leader is not the squad leader? Don't put on airs in front of revolutionary comrades!"

"That's right, why bother!" Guo Xiaoli also agreed.

"You bastards, it's really hopeless!" Zuo Xiaoheng hated that iron was not steel, but he scolded helplessly, "No one will believe you when you say you are soldiers!"

Zhuang Yan stopped Zuo Xiaoheng and motioned him not to speak.

The contest with these soldiers is a battle, and Zhuang Yan feels that he still needs to know the details of these people.

It's a long time coming to Japan, and it's not in a hurry to treat the Lapis soldiers.

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