Special Years

After being drunk by Xu Xingguo, Yang Xinfeng was dumbfounded. https://

He stood beside the solemn, holding the bucket, and stood there for a while, not knowing what to do.

To go, or not to go?

He really wanted to try that potion.

The training has been intense these days, and the ankle has already been a little sore.

Xu Xingguo is usually not that kind of rude squad leader, just a little serious, and his attitude towards soldiers is fairly peaceful.

Today's attitude seems a bit abnormal.

Isn't that the solemn half-barrel potion of the third squad leader?

Why is there such a big fire all of a sudden?

Zhuang Yan's heart is like a mirror, this is not for recruit Yang Xinfeng, but for himself.

"Can you do it?" Zhuang Yan dipped his feet in the potion, closed his eyes, tilted his head, and groaned loudly on purpose: "Cool!"

This was done on purpose to show Xu Xingguo.

Buddha also has fire.

He's an adult, and he's been a soldier for almost a year and a half. Zhuang Yan hates Xu Xingguo's stinginess.

Between a man and a man, there is a fart overnight feud?

Zhuang Yan hopes that Xu Xingguo can find a place with no one with him, so that you can punch me and kick me, and the two of them will have a good fight.

When the time comes, scolding, roaring, roaring, come to an end to the grievances between men.

But this guy is not like this. More than a month after he came back, the two of them were in the same row, looking up and not seeing each other, occasionally passing by but not seeing each other.

This is not like a comrade-in-arms who went to the coaching team and endured hardship together, but it is simply an enemy who has not torn his face.

In Xu Xingguo's view, the solemn return is simply a punishment from heaven.

When I first came back, Xu Xingguo was secretly relieved when he heard that Zhuang Yan had gone to the cooking class to be the deputy.

But Yin Xiancong's decision forced him to live with his friend Zhuangyan under the same roof again every day.

Majestic's existence seems to be oppressing his nerves all the time, making him feel like a light on his back, especially since Zhuang Yan has recently trained the sloppy third class to look like that.

You know, taking a bad class is not without benefits.

Taking over a good class, it's easy to get grades, but the ceiling to rise is very low.

Taking over a sloppy class, knowing that a little bit of improvement, that's a world of difference, that's an eye-opening achievement.

In particular, there are characters like Han Xiaobei and Zeng Jian in the third class. Don't think such people are bad, but at least one is the nephew of the deputy political commissar, and the other is the driver of the head of the headquarters.

If you bring out some achievements, tsk tsk, then from the company commander to the battalion commander, from the battalion commander to the regiment commander, solemn admiration will be given.

The company commander's face is bright, the battalion commander's face is bright, and even the regiment commander may have a good explanation for them.

He suddenly regretted it.

When Yin Xiancong resigned, he should take over the third shift instead of staying in the second shift.

If he wants, I believe Zhang Jianxing will definitely agree.

Xu Xingguo was confident that in front of the company commander, he was more convincing than the backbone with a traitorous color like Zhuang Yan.

It is a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world, it is too late to say anything now.

Seeing the look of solemn enjoyment, Xu Xingguo shouted at Yang Xinfeng again: "Come back!"

The recruit Yang Xinfeng had no choice but to return to the site of the second shift, carrying the bucket in grievance, and went out to wash his face and brush his teeth.

Niu Dali was quite interested in the solemn potion.

He is more upright than Xu Xingguo. When he was the squad leader and solemn soldier, the relationship between the two was not good.

But now, Niu Dali seems to have forgotten everything, and the grievances of the past have long been forgotten.

Now, he ran to Zhuang Yan's side and asked tentatively, "Zhuang Yan, your potion seems to be very effective, where did it come from? Ancestral?"

Zhuang Yan smiled: "What ancestry, my family doesn't have that ability, it was given to me by a comrade-in-arms in the training team."

Niu Dali leaned against the bed frame, hesitated for a while, and asked, "I said..."

"Just say what the squad leader has to say." Zhuang Yan guessed Niu Dali's thoughts and said, "Do you want a prescription?"

Niu Dali's eyes lit up, and he nodded his head sharply: "Yes, yes, I just wanted to ask you for a recipe."

"What was I at that time!"

Zhuang Yan deliberately glanced in the direction of Xu Xingguo, seemingly unintentional, but in fact he was intentional, turned around and said to Niu Dali: "Okay, I'll finish soaking my feet later, and I'll write the recipe to you right away, it's not just a recipe. Son? Which monitor asks me for it, I'll give it all, it's not a great secret, remember, if you want, just come and ask me to get it—"

He deliberately dragged the end of the last word long, until he confirmed that Xu Xingguo had heard it clearly, and then he turned around and soaked his feet.

Sure enough, Xu Xingguo was immediately stimulated, picked up the bucket, tore off the towel hanging at the foot of the bed, and turned around and left the row room.

Niu Dali said puzzled: "I said that this second squad leader is like eating gunpowder all day long, and it's about to explode."

In the morning, according to Zhang Jianxing's instructions, Lianli really organized a live ammunition shooting.

For second-year veterans such as Zhao Fugui, Fang Dabao, Chen Jun, and Wu Xiang, they were so solemn that they did not worry about their achievements.

They have also received a year of training, no matter how bad they are, as long as they make up lessons, they can always keep up.

What worries me the most is Liang Hao, the recruit egg, and the "immortals" in those two classes.

He went to pick up the gun, and before he set off, Zhuang Yan specially asked these three to ask questions.

"As soon as you practice, hold your breath, I don't have high requirements, just be excellent." Zhuang Yan glanced at the three people squatting beside him, and said, "This, do you have confidence?"

Han Xiaobei said, "Squad leader, haven't you checked all the time, don't you worry?"

What he said was that Majestic had checked his aiming and firing through an inspection mirror that could be snapped onto the receiver cover.

Zhuang Yan said: "You remember one thing, there is always a difference between live ammunition and empty gun aiming~www.novelmt.com~ Don't think that you are very good after practicing for a month. To be honest, once you practice, you can fight Excellent, you can average well in the second practice, I am already thankful."

Zeng Jian said: "I am so excited. This is the first time I have fired an automatic rifle with live ammunition. I have only tried a few pistols before."

"Pistols are much harder to hit than rifles." Zhuang Yan said, "Old Zeng, you are also a soldier at the headquarters. To be honest, don't lose the face of your chief. If you don't shoot well, or make a joke, what do people say? , Ouch, this is the soldier of the leader of such and such, it seems that the people around the leader are not good! If this is the case, you can see where you put your own face."

Zeng Jian said: "Don't worry, I know how to be embarrassed. After all, I have been a soldier for seven years. To be honest, I don't want to lose face in front of a bunch of private soldiers."

"Well, that's fine." He asked again, "It's been a month since you've been here. Tell me what you're not used to."

"Not used to it?" Zeng Jian thought about it and said, "I'm not used to it."

"What's not accustomed to? Food? Living conditions? Training intensity?" Zhuang Yan felt that the greatest possibility was these three points.

Zeng Jian shook his head and said, "No, let's be honest, I'm not used to the grassroots officers."

"To the officer?" Zhuang Yan frowned, "Tell me about it."

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