Special Years

? What is veteran oil?

This is called veteran oil!

Don't tell me about training, that's your activist thing.

I don't join the party, I make up the exams, and I don't stay in the team to become a volunteer soldier.

In fact, most of the troops have a small number of such soldiers. They have the rank of veterans. They never miss the morning exercise, nor the late roll call. They will also be present for organized training. Sitting under the shade of a tree, I can't pull it up.

All of their training subjects are between good and excellent. Occasionally, I don't know which nerve is touched. If you are motivated, you may get excellent results, but the level is always as stable as a straight line, and there will be no improvement.

They were most keen to talk about what the cooking class would eat at noon or at night, and whether there was any good food. They resented that the cooking class always made steamed buns in the morning, said why they didn’t make steamed buns, and then angrily pointed at Sang and scolded Huai.

They like to pretend to be veterans in front of new recruits, saying that they are veterans, and if they don't understand, they say "You new recruits know shit", and then they pretend to be grandchildren in front of the squad leader, saying that you are the backbone, we can't compare!

Then my favorite is the shade of trees, the grass beside the equipment court, and the cement pier beside the basketball court. Sitting on it and smoking a cigarette can chat forever. As long as there is an indicator of going out every week, they will always be the most positive. When they come back, they will tell which factory their fellow villagers introduced him to beautiful girls.

In short, they like to test on the edge of violating discipline. They know that in peaceful times, as long as it is not a serious violation of discipline, they will not go to court-martial, and it will not be like in a real war, as long as the violating superiors can kill you with one shot.

To put it in a fashionable way, I will rub, and if I don't go in, what can you do with me?

That's right, this kind of person is a veteran.

When a soldier gets old, he gets oily, and the older he gets, the oilier he gets.

Zhuang Yan seemed to understand Chen Qingming for a moment. In the era of Chen Qingming, Zhao Fugui never dared to be so presumptuous.

It's just that he knows very well that Zhuang Yan and himself are soldiers of the same year, and that soldiers of the same year are in charge of soldiers of the same year, so psychologically, he has nothing to lose.

What's more, Zhuang Yan didn't have a good time in the eighth company. He stayed in the team and came back. This incident has been spread in the company for a long time. It is said that Zhuang Yan offended the company commander and the instructor.

In this case, I am afraid that he will dry out.

Looking at Zhao Fugui's bullying, fearful, and condescending appearance, Zhuang Yan felt that if he really dared to draw a gun to enforce discipline during the war, he would be devastated.

Just not now.

The troops said earlier that they should lead the troops in a civilized manner.

For this matter, solemn has his own views.

Saying not to fight soldiers, Zhuang Yan thinks that he can't deliberately abuse and torture soldiers like Chen Qingming, but like Yin Xiancong, or a squad leader like Lao Qi, when you can't run, he will wave his belt behind you and slap you twice to refresh you. Does it count as well? Let you aim the gun and aim at the birds in the tree there, and come up and kick your ass, is that count?

This is obviously not the case either!

Say no to scolds.

Most of the grass-roots officers and soldiers of the army open their mouths and say "Fuck me" or "Damn it". Is this considered scolding?

It doesn't count either. In the army, this is just a tone of expression, without this kind of scolding, maybe it doesn't have that flavor.

For example, a company commander was mobilizing before the 5-kilometer cross-country race organized by the battalion. One of them said, "We must do our best in a while, dare to fight hard, show the best level, and we must win!"

And the other one came up, tucked his sleeves, and scolded directly: "Damn, what are you all doing like a chicken!? Who are we? We are the eighth company! Not big old ladies! Later, I will run with you, whoever runs slower, I will kick whoever! I don't believe it, it's all one egg and two legs, we can't win against their other companies!"

You said, put it together, who said it was exciting?

If the soldiers of the army listened to the words of the company commander in front, they would at most shout two slogans of "sure victory", and after listening to the mobilization of the company commander in the back, they were guaranteed to shout "Fuck the ninth company. Qilian!", "If I can't beat them, I will be my grandson!"

This is the peculiar conduct of the army.

It was originally a serious armed force, and it was an upright violent group. It had to speak in a polite manner. Isn't that a joke?

Want to be civilized and gentle?

This is not a university campus, and the people who stay here are not scholars. Among these soldiers, there are dead houses like Han Xiaobei, guys like Zhao Fugui's kraft candy, sticky, slippery and slippery, and some like cows. Just like Dali, he just finished elementary school, and he used his brute force to support people who are stronger than himself. If he really wants to be polite and gentle and lead the troops, then he has to take them all into the ditch.

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Zhuang Yan really wanted to beat Zhao Fugui, he believed that he definitely had the strength.

Thinking of a parallel importer like Zhao Fugui in training, if you are bare-handed, you can deal with him solemnly.

He stared at Zhao Fugui, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were like two bayonets, pierced into Zhao Fugui's eyes.

Zhao Fugui wanted to hand Zhuang Yan a cigarette, but halfway through the hand, he froze.

After being stared at solemnly for half a minute, Zhao Fugui felt his spine chill, as if he was squatting in the morgue at twelve o'clock at night.

Gumbling—

He swallowed hard, then squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Old Zhuang... your face..."

He swallowed again.

Because the solemn smile is even weirder and his eyes are more fierce.

Of course Zhao Fugui knew what the level of solemnity was.

In the entire company, there was no one who could deal with Zhuang Yan except Xu Xingguo. Not even serious.

Moreover, when he was a recruit, Zhuang Yan was a famous **** soldier in the company, the only recruit who dared to fight Chen Qingming.

Zhao Fugui asked himself whether he had such courage and strength.

"Squad leader..."

He changed his mouth.

"You seem to want to hit me... I can tell you..."

He moved back subconsciously, looking left and right like a coward.

"It's a violation of discipline to fight now... If we have something to say, we can talk about it..."