Special Years

Xiao Xuehai, the political commissar of the Youth League, stood on the rostrum and saw this amazing scene of Eighth Company.

He smiled and said to the head of the regiment, Wei Xuefeng, next to him, "That seems to be the Eighth Company! It seems that today he is determined to come prepared. Look, he has already tied his leggings."

Wei Xuefeng also recognized that it was from the Eighth Company, so he turned to find Xiong Guohan, the deputy political commissar on the side.

"Old Bear! Your nephew is Balian, right?"

Xiong Guohan said with a wry smile: "Yes, I sent it to the Eighth Company."

Political commissar Xiao Xuehai jokingly said: "I said the head of the regiment, and my deputy political commissar, aren't you violating discipline! One sent the nephew, and the other sent the head's driver, Balian is an all-purpose pocket and can do anything. Dress up?"

Xiong Guohan's face flushed slightly, but he didn't say a word.

Wei Xuefeng was very carefree and said loudly: "Political commissar, you don't understand. The Eighth Company is not an all-purpose pocket, it is a good place to train soldiers. Think about it, in those martial arts novels, experts have to retreat to practice peerless martial arts. Find a Only in a clean and uninhabited land can we have no distractions, except for the Eighth Company, how can we have this condition?"

The implication is that the Eighth Company's station is remote, and when the soldiers are sent there, you can't be distracted, so you can only immerse yourself in training.

Xiao Xuehai laughed and said, "Old Wei, you're making excuses! Well, you said that the Eighth Company is a paradise, then I'll see today, how the two soldiers you sent have been trained there."

Wei Xuefeng touched his chin, stared at the soldiers of the Eighth Company as they walked up to the parade and said, "I think the Eighth Company is not bad this time. It looks strong and murderous, I like it!"

After speaking, he walked towards the parade platform.

The deputy political commissar Xiong Guohan couldn't bear it any longer and followed.

"Zhang Jianxing!" Wei Xuefeng asked loudly, crouching by the parade stage, "Do you even have the confidence to take the first place in the regiment!?"

"Hello, head!" Zhang Jianxing hurriedly gave a salute when he saw the head.

Wei Xuefeng waved his hand: "It's time for the assessment. There aren't so many red tapes, so what, how are you even doing?"

Zhang Jianxing said loudly, "I think it's pretty good."

"Is it just good?" Wei Xuefeng asked.

Zhang Jianxing said: "Head of the regiment, you know me and never brag. You'll know when I'm done running."

"Hahaha!" Wei Xuefeng laughed loudly and said, "Okay, I like honest people like you! Come on, I'll cheer you on!"

Zhang Jianxing turned his head and shouted to the officers and soldiers of the whole company: "The regiment commander said he wants to cheer us up!"

Wei Xuefeng stood up, fisted for a while, and shouted at the Eighth Company on the parade road: "Comrades of the Eighth Company, show me your strongest strength!"

"Please rest assured, head!" Someone shouted in the team.

Then everyone shouted.

"Please don't worry, head!"

Xiong Guohan never left Han Xiaobei in the team.

I have to say, he was a little surprised.

Han Xiaobei, who was sent to the Eighth Continent for more than two months, had a feeling of being reborn. His skin was darkened and he was firm. He stood there without even hooking his head.

"Xiao Bei!"

He shouted.

Han Xiaobei raised his head, looked at Xiong Guohan, and said, "Hello, deputy political commissar."

Xiong Guohan couldn't say what it was like in his heart, just instructed: "Run better."

"I will." Han Xiaobei said, "I won't embarrass my squad leader."

Xiong Guohan was very surprised. He didn't expect that Han Xiaobei seemed to be indifferent to humiliation and confident. Although he spoke plainly, without any rhetoric, the kind of confidence oozing from his bones could even be clearly felt by him, a veteran of the lieutenant colonel.

The whistle sounded, and the officers and soldiers of the Eighth Company rushed towards the gate of the regiment.

Xiong Guohan stood beside the parade platform, and it took a while for him to regain his senses.

"Looks like there's a play!"

He suddenly felt that sending his nephew to Balian might be the most correct awakening.

Sending Han Xiaobei to the Eighth Company, he almost had the mental preparation that the Eighth Company would ask to withdraw, or Han Xiaobei would call the regiment headquarters and ask himself to come back.

It's just that neither of these have appeared yet.

He even deliberately didn't go to the Eighth Company, so that Han Xiaobei would not see him, or that his once unsatisfactory nephew would have any chance to stalk him.

It was only today that I discovered that my thoughts seemed to be superfluous.

He remembered the name of the squad leader - solemn.

I heard that it was the squad leader who had stayed in the team and returned last year because of the reorganization. It seems that the people selected by the coaching team have really good vision.

He touched his pocket.

There is a cell phone inside.

Do you want my sister and brother-in-law to call and ask them to come over?

Seeing Han Xiaobei like this, they must be very happy, right?

Outside the gate of the regiment.

The eighth company that had been beaten with chicken blood ran less than one kilometer, and had already caught up with the seventh company that had been released before.

The soldiers of the seventh company watched in horror as the soldiers of the eighth company passed one by one, and then the entire company actually passed the seventh company!

The seven-five-kilometer fighters were so angry they were going crazy, but there was nothing they could do.

The calculation is based on the overall performance. It doesn't matter how fast they run by themselves, they have to pull the people behind to run together.

The seventh company commander waved his hand and shouted: "Damn, the eighth company has surpassed us! You must work harder!"

The Seventh Company began to adjust quickly and increased its help to those backward elements.

It's just that the overall level is there, no matter how hard Seventh Company tries, Eighth Company still blows away like a gust of wind.

"Fuck! This bunch of lunatics!" The seventh company commander scolded his mother secretly as he ran.

He felt that he wanted to check whether the gang of Balian had taken stimulants.

Otherwise, how could the entire company surpass its own company?

This five-kilometer trip was the coolest run for Zhuang Yan.

After returning from the coaching team, he has never felt so comfortable today.

He saw that his own class, the third class, which was once dubbed the "garbage recycling class" and the "fairy class", was actually not at a disadvantage in the entire company.

It was that bean sprout, that Han Xiaobei, who was called Han bean sprout. At this time, he not only ran fine by himself, but also carried a gun for the other class!

I rubbed it!

Is this a dream? !

"Han Xiaobei! Don't be brave!" He couldn't help reminding Han Xiaobei.

After the soldiers tied the sandbags~www.novelmt.com~, the moment they just took them off is easy to cause an illusion, and many soldiers have a feeling that they can fly.

It's just that this feeling can easily lead to errors in physical distribution and subsequent weakness.

"It's alright, squad leader!" Han Bean Sprout shouted stubbornly: "I promise the flag! I'm fine!"

These few words, he almost shouted out.

It was like a beast that had been suppressed for a long time and had been bound for months.

Open the shackles, and he will show his majesty!

He's going to tell the whole company...

No, he wants to tell the whole group!

Laozi Han Xiaobei!

Not a coward!

from now on!

Never! !