Special Years

Days pass by, and time flies especially fast for those who have goals.

The soldiers of the third squad were beaten on the training ground every day.

The training subjects of the soldiers of the Chinese field troops are simple and simple, but neither is it simple nor simple.

In general, it is the application of weapons, as well as the application of tactics, and the basis of these two - physical training.

But it's easy to learn and hard to learn.

Being a soldier does not mean that you are a qualified soldier.

What is a qualified soldier?

That is, you pick up an infantry light weapon at random, and you can launch the projectile according to your intended target and hit the target accurately.

It can move to the designated destination according to the order within the time designated by the superior, and build fortifications and stand ready.

To put it bluntly, everything you learn revolves around one purpose - to destroy the enemy.

The seemingly simple four words are the essence of a soldier's military value.

Excellent soldiers are not born, everyone evolves from ignorant recruits.

Bombing, how many times have your hands swollen? How many thousand coach bombs were dropped?

Shoot, how many rounds did you shoot? Have you practiced aiming a few times while lying on the ground? You've expertly heeled a nest under yourself like a veteran to accommodate your poor balls, so that it won't be miserable for the lengthy aiming that follows.

Have you counted these pits?

How many have you dug?

How many times have you tried cramping in kneeling and standing positions without any support and aiming at the gun?

And how many times have your hands blistered, and then broke through the cycle, healed and started again, and finally turned into calluses?

If your tiger's mouth is not covered with a thick layer of hard skin because of the gun and the gun, you are embarrassed to say that you are an infantryman of the Chinese Army.

How many times have you tried exercising under the scorching sun and your skin faded a dozen times, or dozens?

Have you ever experienced the moment when your finger is on the trigger and waiting to be fired?

Have you ever tasted the pleasure of hitting all kinds of chest ring targets, half-body targets, side targets and even machine gun targets accurately after the bullets you shoot fly over 100 meters or even hundreds of meters?

Have you ever had the great happiness of the moment when your goal, which had been completely executed, was destroyed?

Ordinary people certainly don't have them, but soldiers do.

In China, a soldier is not only a profession, but also a name for the growth process in a specific period.

You have been a soldier, you have this title.

Just like the song sings--you have a history of being a soldier in your life, and you will never regret it in your life.

Therefore, the life of a soldier is a strange life.

These days, the training of the third class has gradually been on track, and Zhuang Yan has time to calm down and think about his military career.

There's a problem that has been plaguing Majestic.

How are you going to spend your military career?

It's like I thought when I was in the army, I worked for three years, and then I took advantage of the fact that my parents were not retired, and went home to arrange a job within the system, and then I held an iron rice bowl for the rest of my life, and my wife and children were on the stove until they were old. ?

Or, like Yin Xiancong and the old seventh Luo Xiaoming or his old friend Xu Xingguo, aiming to be admitted to the military academy, striving to be a professional soldier and staying in the army for a long time?

Still like Wang Dazui, the requirements are not high, and there is more than enough to be better than the other. I just wait for the military reform to transfer to a non-commissioned officer, try to stay in the army, strive to reach the designated number of years that can be assigned work, and marry a developed city near the station. The wife of the registered permanent residence, and then changed jobs and stayed in the big city?

In fact, every soldier has to face a back-road problem in addition to his dedication in the army.

Man is not God.

Neither are soldiers.

It is a person who has to face life and society.

Soldiers cannot remain in power forever, and sooner or later they will leave the army and face society.

Therefore, it is inevitable for everyone to consider the problem of the future.

Solemnity is a kind of stress-free.

But no pressure does not mean that you can ignore it.

Just like what my mother said to me when I was in a quarrel with my father before I joined the army, it is full of subtle philosophies in Chinese family ethics.

"My brother is married. It's a favor for you, but it's a reason not to. After all, you still have to walk your own way and live your own life. Everything depends on yourself. Nothing is more reliable than relying on yourself."

The solemnity at the time was very unconvincing.

Thinking about it now, what my mother said made sense!

After serving as a soldier for more than a year, it is not that Zhuang Yan has not thought about this kind of problem. But since he came back from fighting the flood, especially after he went back to visit his father in the hospital bed, whenever Zhuang Yan thought about this problem, there always seemed to be a voice laughing at him.

You don't have as many military medals as your father. Are you embarrassed to think about your personal future?

Your comrade-in-arms has sacrificed, you have made meritorious deeds, are you embarrassed to only think about your own interests?

So, the solemn fell into a paradoxical situation.

He was embarrassed to think about his own personal problems, but he couldn't help thinking about it. Because of the contradiction, Zhuang Yan has still not found his goal after being a soldier for more than a year.

What he does is still random and primitive.

When I went to the training team, I couldn't swallow that breath. I couldn't accept Niu Dali's ridicule. I could only go to the cooking class to raise pigs.

In the teaching team desperately broke into the top competition, it was just to get a medal, so as to prove that I did not rely only on my luck in fighting the flood, stepping on the corpse of my comrade in arms to get a third class that I was embarrassed to show. Merit.

Now, for what?

Without purpose, life has no motivation.

Soldiers too.

Without a goal, is it meaningful to do all this by yourself?

In the first year, I got the third-class merit, and I also got the top medal, so joining the party will definitely not be a problem.

With everything, what is this soldier still pursuing?

He himself felt bewildered.

He sat on the side of the training ground and watched the three squads of soldiers sweating on the training ground.

Han Xiaobei tied a sandbag and ran the obstacles once and for all.

Han Xiaobei has changed.

It looked like a bean sprout before, but now, the muscles on his arms are clearly defined, and the man was several times darker than when he came here. .

This is already like a soldier.

Zhuang Yan suddenly found that what he did did not seem to be meaningless.

Isn't perfecting others the same as perfecting oneself?

When you change others, you also change yourself.

Whether it is Han Xiaobei or Zeng Jian, if they can achieve their goals and change their lives as soldiers in the three classes they lead, wouldn't everything they do be meaningful?

Suddenly, he was hit hard like a heavy hammer.

After talking with my father in the hospital, some of the knots that were not untied were untied at once.

Honor is only part of a soldier's military career, but not all.

The reason why my father's military medals never came out was not just because of his guilt towards his comrades in arms, but because my father never took them to heart.

He went to the battlefield, not for those few medals at all, but for his own ideal~www.novelmt.com~What is his ideal?

Obviously, he went to war and killed the enemy not because he wanted to make meritorious deeds, but because he wanted to do that. As he said, this country has to be defended by someone. gone.

This proposition sounds boundlessly big, too big.

Talking about this issue, a small squad leader solemnly seems a little arrogant.

However, if all the squad leaders in the People's Liberation Army are serious about cultivating outstanding soldiers, then there will be fewer gatherings and more, just like migrating streams that merge into rivers, rivers merge into rivers, and rivers flow into the sea...

That would be a vast ocean of national defense forces.

Such a military life seems to really have its own strength!

Zhuang Yan suddenly felt that maybe he really wanted to continue working in the army.

I think it makes sense to do so.