Special Years

Chapter 409: old class leader

On the morning of July 1, everyone got up and immediately began to wash.

There is no need to exercise today. According to the plan, this is the day to go to the army to teach the brigade.

After a month and a half of intense training, all the shoes Zhuang Yan had bought before had their soles bald, but this time they didn't need to worry about anything else, because the team was directly issued combat boots.

Since last night, no matter which team members of the entire elite training team have experienced a sleepless night.

The top players of the entire army will compete, which means that the top leaders, the best soldiers, and the most powerful top players selected from the hundreds of thousands of top players in several divisions will gather together.

You are a mule or a horse, and it will soon be known in the arena.

Especially last night, the top training team held a unified dinner, and the team leader Wen Zhixing took turns to cheer up the members of each team in the canteen of each squadron.

Wen Zhixing's speech has always captured the psychology of every soldier. His speech has only one center, which can be summed up in one sentence - there are not many opportunities to prove your worth in your military career, and there are not many opportunities to reverse your military career. Group army competitions are not held every year, so everyone must seize the opportunity. If you don’t want to go to the military academy, then you always want an extra honor in your file; , if you get the first, you can submit a declaration of second-class merit to the teacher.

Second-class work, it makes people feel hot when they hear it.

Getting second-class merit is equivalent to getting a ticket to enter the ranks of officers.

Carrying a rucksack, grabbed a self-shooting machine gun and walked out of the row room. The whole group was full of people. Just like when they came, everyone was boarding the car.

Zhuang Yan suddenly felt that he was going to the battlefield.

Even though he had been a soldier for a year and a half, he still couldn't contain his inner excitement at this moment.

Every soldier put on his latest camouflage uniform, put on a combat vest, a camouflage rucksack on his back, a steel helmet, and he was fully armed.

The shooting elite training team was all packed into one car, and the distance from the teacher training team to the army training team was about 60 kilometers, which was not too far.

Boarding the car, before it opened, a long convoy entered the gate again.

The new convoy stopped by the cement road of the basketball court and jumped out of the car, soldiers who were also wearing suits.

"Who are these people?" Majestic asked curiously.

Zhang Dapao glanced at it and said, "The squad leader students are the same as you were back then."

Sitting solemnly in the rearmost position in the carriage, next to the baffle, watching the new year's advance squad leaders who immediately took over the barracks of the elite training team.

These soldiers solemnly thought of themselves back then, and of the seventh.

I don't know how Lao Qi is doing in the Luyuan now.

Suddenly, in the crowd of soldiers who jumped out of the new convoy, Zhuang Yan saw two familiar figures.

"Fang Dabao! Han Xiaobei!"

He stood up excitedly and waved to his two soldiers.

I didn't expect it to be them!

"Captain, can I go down for a while?" he asked Zhang Dabao.

Zhang Dapao looked at his watch and waved his hand: "Go, drive in ten minutes, and watch for yourself, otherwise the car leaves and you run to the military training team."

"Yes!"

Majestic put down his backpack and jumped out of the car.

Seeing solemn, Han Xiaobei and Fang Dabao rushed up.

"Squad leader!"

Han Xiaobei was the most excited and rushed forward.

Zhuang Yan grabbed his shoulders, looked left and right, then punched him on the chest and said, "Not bad! It's strong!"

Han Xiaobei is no longer that Han bean sprout. He hadn't seen him for a month and a half, and he explained more than before.

Zhuang Yan turned over his palm, there was a thick point on the account, and there was also on the palm.

"Well, look at this cocoon, the heat is almost done."

Fang Dabao asked, "Squad leader, are you going to the army?"

Nodding solemnly: "Yes, I only have a few minutes to say goodbye to you. You will stay here until December. It is not a joke to preempt the squad leader training. Remember, no matter what the situation is, you will endure for me and endure it. We don't believe in tears here, and even despise cowards! If either of you is eliminated, don't say that you are a soldier of our third squad!"

"Squad leader, don't worry!" Han Xiaobei said, "Don't you know that after you left, our third class was very violent! Now in the eighth company, our third class is already the advanced class, and the mobile red flag has been Just hang there without moving!"

Seeing his soldiers so high-spirited, solemnly has an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

It’s different from being a top performer, these soldiers are brought out and cultivated by themselves, just like you plant a tree, cultivate it with a spoonful of water and a piece of land, and watch it thrive and eventually become a towering tree. This sense of achievement is simply irreplaceable.

The squad leader is the mother of the army, which refers to this sense of achievement and responsibility.

"It's almost time, I have to go." Zhuang Yan stepped forward and hugged the two of them, turned and ran to the side of the car, grabbed the hands of the other team members, and jumped into the carriage.

Fang Dabao and Han Xiaobei saluted solemnly from the car and shouted in unison, "Come on, squad leader!"

The car started and moved forward slowly.

Leaning on the board of the carriage solemnly, he shouted at Fang Dabao and Han Xiaobei: "You too! Try to be an excellent student and go back to be a good monitor!"

"Got it! I won't lose your face, monitor!" Han Xiaobei shouted, his eyes red again.

After chasing the truck for a while, they stopped when they were stopped by the sentinel at the gate of the brigade.

He solemnly looked at the gate of the teaching team that was gradually receding. This familiar gate had come and gone several times.

Every time I come in, every time I leave, there is a different feeling.

In this gate, the backbone of the 1st Division walks out in batches. Every year, countless outstanding soldiers enter here, and then they undergo hell-style training.

The steel Great Wall of the Chinese People's Liberation Army is made up of these seemingly inconspicuous big-headed soldiers, like bricks and stones on the Great Wall.

Finally, the coaching team could no longer be seen, so Zhuang Yan sat down.

Zhang Dapao looked at the solemn, and suddenly said: "It seems that you are still a good squad leader."

Zhuang Yan was a little embarrassed by Zhang Dabao's sudden compliment, and said with a smile, "It's okay."

Zhang Dapao said: "To see if a squad leader is unsuccessful, it depends on how his soldiers treat him. Some backbones have been squad leaders for three years, and when they leave, they don't even see him off; The door was crying. Being a soldier is like being a human being. You are sincere to others, and others will naturally give you their hearts~www.novelmt.com~ solemn, you are not a soldier in vain, with these soldiers left Your memories are enough for you to remember and be proud of for a lifetime."

After speaking, Zhang Dapao stood up and shouted to the people in the carriage: "Today, the people sitting in the carriage are the tops of our 1st division, and most of them are squad leaders, but have you ever thought about being the tops? , who should be thanked!?"

"Thank you, our old monitor!" The big guys answered in unison.

Zhang Dapao said: "Okay! There is still some time before the arrival of the army teaching team. Let's sing and sing. What song?"

Zhuang Yan said, "Captain, I miss my old monitor. I want to sing "My Old Monitor."

"Okay!" Zhang Dapao said: "This time I go to the army to compete, I must win, and don't lose the face of my old squad leader!"

"No shame!"

"Come on! My old monitor, get ready - get up!"

In the carriage, a song full of thoughts and warmth immediately echoed...

My old monitor, how are you doing now?

My old monitor, will you still think of me,

I haven't heard from you for a long time, I still miss you from time to time,

You said you liked hearing me play the guitar and sing our barracks songs.

My old monitor, I always remember your words,