Special Years

In fact, even if a 16-year-old boy puts on a military uniform, he is just a boy before he has truly undergone complete training to become a qualified soldier.

Crying is not ashamed.

But this cry, but crying brings out a problem.

The recruits in the same trench had an immediate chain reaction.

Homesickness is contagious.

Zhuang Yan seemed to be in a trance in the dark when he saw the warm and smiling faces of his family members, as well as the Chinese New Year meals on the table. The familiar taste of hometown wafted from his memories, penetrated into his nostrils, and penetrated into his bone marrow...

At this time, Zhuang Yan recalled the past and realized that Zhuang Zhenguo was not bad for himself.

In Chinese New Year's meals, delicious chicken legs are always reserved for myself.

And after coming to the army, there will be no more chicken drumsticks for myself to enjoy.

It's a thousand days at home, but it's hard to go out for half a step.

Zhuang Yan was thinking, maybe that's what the old saying means.

After thinking about it, I felt uncomfortable again in the blink of an eye. My nose was sore, something seemed to be stuffed in my chest, blocking my trachea. The corners of my eyes were itchy and hot.

The oldest recruits in this trench are no more than 20 years old.

Zuo Xiaoheng's sobbing sound began to spread in the humid air like a flu virus.

Soon, bursts of suppressed sobbing came and went.

Finally, Yin Xiancong couldn't help but let out a low roar: "Cry! It's a **** person with a handle, and I'm not afraid of being laughed at! It's an air defense exercise now, and everyone must keep silent, otherwise the battalion commander will find out. , everyone will be criticized! Remember, you are soldiers, soldiers do not believe in tears!"

All the sobbing suddenly disappeared without a trace, just like Zuo Xiaoheng suddenly burst into tears, without warning or trace.

The air defense exercise was very dull.

Everyone is on standby in their hidden positions until the alarm is lifted. Zhuang Yan later heard that this kind of drill is not groundless and useful, but a tradition of the army.

The advantage of taking troops out and deploying them in a predetermined area during holidays is that in the event of a war, the military camp will be the primary target to be bombed, so that at least combat effectiveness can be preserved.

The 1st Division is an elite front-line unit of the Army. Naturally, it must be cautious. During holidays, it will automatically increase its combat readiness level.

Veterans have long been accustomed to it, but recruits like Zhuang Yan feel it is a torment.

"Old Guo..."

Zhuang Yan took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette, and hit Guo Xiangyang next to him with his arm.

"Come on one?"

"No." Guo Xiangyang raised his head and looked up.

He wanted to look at the sky, but in fact he couldn't see anything, only messy leaves and weeds.

Zhuang Yan took a bite of his cigarette and said with a low laugh, "I miss your partner? The daughter of the village party secretary?"

As he spoke, he cautiously poked his head into the far side of the ditch.

I didn't see Yin Xiancong's shadow.

Before Zuo Xiaoheng cried to Yin Xiancong's appearance, he solemnly calculated that the squad leader was not near him.

He is surrounded by new recruits.

He safely took out the lighter from his pocket, clicked it, and lit it.

"Hey, Lao Guo, tell me, do you miss someone?"

Smoking a cigarette, the solemn mood slightly improved.

He felt that at this time, he should find someone to chat or something, at least that way he wouldn't be too homesick.

Sitting in the dark, it was the first day of the new year, it was cold and wet, thinking about the well-being of the family, I was afraid that I couldn't help crying.

Guo Xiangyang was a little panicked and said, "Solemn, shh—"

He motioned solemnly not to say anything.

"The squad leader said, don't make a sound..."

"Squad leader?" Zhuang Yan couldn't help laughing.

He originally wanted to tell Guo Xiangyang that the squad leader wasn't nearby, so be careful.

But he didn't say anything, and suddenly the grass above his head was pushed aside with a bang.

"Who!?"

Zhuang Yan was still biting a cigarette in his mouth. He was startled and jumped up from the bottom of the ditch.

"That one!?"

Two camouflage hats were exposed outside the brushed grass, and then, solemnly saw the epaulettes on the other's shoulders.

It's two bars and one star, and one practice on parallel bars!

He's as big as battalion commander Teng Wenji's official!

The two officers who came suddenly almost did not frighten the solemn pee.

He quickly threw away the cigarette in his hand, stood at attention, and said loudly, "Eight in a row, two in a row, four in a row!"

One of the officers asked, "What's the name?"

"Solemn!"

The two officers didn't talk much, their heads shrank, and they disappeared.

There was chaos in the trenches.

Everyone was talking a lot, guessing the identity of the person who came just now.

Yin Xiancong had already reached Zhuang Yan's side, grabbed him, and slammed him against the wall in anger: "Zhuang Yan! What the **** did you do!"

After taking a sniff, he suddenly said, "You're smoking!?"

Zhuang Yan was already speechless, and it was impossible to make excuses. He was caught and showed himself, so he could only shut up and not speak.

Before Yin Xiancong could get angry, the whistle of assembly sounded outside.

Yin Xiancong pushed Zhuang Yan fiercely and said angrily, "I'll take care of you later!"

Zhuang Yan's face turned pale with fright.

He knew that this time he really got into trouble.

Holding the serious passing by him, he asked solemnly and with difficulty, "Seriously, who are those people..."

Seriously said: "Looks like that, it's someone from the regiment, we haven't seen it in the battalion, it's probably a staff officer or something."

"Is the official big?" asked solemnly and nervously.

Seriously scratched his head and said, "Almost, they're all majors."

"It's over, it's over..."

Zhuang Yan cried out in his heart.

The whole battalion returned to the waiting point to gather. Battalion Commander Teng Wenji's face had already turned black into Bao Zheng. After everyone gathered, he raised his finger and pointed to the team of Eighth Company.

"That solemn soldier, the eighth company, the second platoon, and the fourth squad, step out!"

Solemn sweated profusely and ran out of the queue, standing in front of everyone.

"turn back!"

Teng Wenji's face was blue and black.

"Let everyone see, who made our entire battalion's air defense drills and assessments go to waste today! Take a good look!"

Zhuang Yan couldn't help lowering his head~www.novelmt.com~ did not dare to look in the direction of his Eighth Company.

"Look up!" Teng Wenji said loudly: "Dare to smoke during the air defense covert period, how dare you have the guts to raise your head to see people!?"

Teng Wenji's words stimulated solemnity.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he really raised his head.

Opposite, is a camp with more than 400 pairs of eyes.

Recruits, veterans, and company commanders and platoon commanders...

Zhuang Yan felt like his face was being pressed into a pot of boiling water, and it was uncomfortably hot.

"I know you!" Teng Wenji said.

Zhuang Yan had been to the camp before.

The battalion commander has a basis for saying this, he has indeed seen this kid.

"You guys are really talented in Binhai City!" Teng Wenji snorted coldly: "We're just two of you fellow villagers here, one of you is a deserter, and the other is smoking in the battalion air defense drill! Do you know about air defense? What's the point of the drill? If you smoke, the enemy will find you! Our entire battalion is ruined just because of your cigarette!"

The more he talked, the more angry he became, and he stepped forward and took out the pack of cigarettes and lighter from his solemn pocket.

"Smoke is not bad!"

After Teng Wenji finished speaking, he raised his hand and threw it into the mountain col.

"Don't you like smoking? It seems that cigarettes are more important than your life. Today, you will go to the mountain col, pick up the cigarettes, and then go back! Yin Xiancong, please supervise me well. After picking up, let him carry his own equipment. Run back!"

Zhuang Yan secretly glanced at the mountain col from the corner of his eye, the drop was two or three hundred meters.

Finding a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in a bushy col is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

This year has been ruined.