Special Years

Early the next morning, Zhuang Yan and his teammates packed up and stood by the concrete road outside the barracks, waiting for the truck to pick them up.

This is the first time that Zhuang Yan doesn't need to train in the morning since he entered the camp of the "Red Arrow" brigade. He just ran 10 kilometers. He immediately closed the team to wash up, and then started to move things and put them all on the roadside lawn to wait for boarding.

As for where to go, Han Yan Wang still kept secret.

But Zhuang Yan was also used to it. The "Red Arrow" brigade was more strict than the general troops.

The 1st Division, where Zhuang Yan used to work, was also a fast-reaction force. At that time, Zhuang Yan felt that only 3% of the staff, including the bosses and cooks in the cooking class, were allowed to go out every week.

If you compare it like this, the three months spent in the "Red Arrow" Brigade's camp is really no different from being in prison.

By the way, one thing is not easy. The most you can do in jail is viscose flowers, making small handicrafts such as Christmas light strips. You don't have to practice like a ghost every day like yourself.

Perhaps it was the special nature of the troops, so the soldiers never asked, and Han didn't say anything, and the officers and soldiers were consistent.

The "Red Arrows" brigade has a tradition. Whenever they go out for training, the company platoon commander will ask the soldiers to write a letter from home to talk about their recent situation and their progress.

Since the father was hospitalized last time and solemnly returned home to visit relatives, the relationship between the two fathers and sons has become much more harmonious.

Zhuang Yan writes a letter to his home almost every month. In fact, if a soldier does not have a girlfriend, the letter is relatively less.

You can talk about everything with your girlfriend, and you can blow two pages of a small thing, unlike your parents.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, this is also worth understanding.

When a soldier is away, a child travels a thousand miles and a mother is worried. A little thing can make the father and mother feel restless.

In the letter that you are injured?

Isn't this a draw? Not so rude!

Say hard work?

They are all soldiers, and they are considered soldiers anyway, with the rank on their shoulders and the military emblem on their heads.

Speaking of training tasks? This also involves the confidentiality system, and what should not be said is not to be said...

Anyway, what else can you say other than good things?

Saying that he eats well, lives well, has a good relationship with his comrades, and his leadership is as harmonious and friendly as the big brother next door, and then pretends to write some nonsense about ideological progress and so on.

At the end of the letter, I always don't forget to say "I wish my parents good health" or something. This is the perfect ending. An envelope is sent to the correspondent and a free conscript triangle is stamped and pulled down.

The content of this kind of family letter is really lackluster. Every soldier has written it, and every soldier has not written less. After writing it for a year or two, he is already tired of writing it.

In fact, everyone has a fact that they are reluctant to admit. Even if you have been a soldier for two years, you are only in your early twenties if you enlist at the age of eighteen.

In his early twenties, he was still a stunner in society. To put it bluntly, he didn’t have much life experience. After being a soldier, he could understand the four words of hardship and simplicity. Xiang, do you still think how profound it can be?

Even though there was already a tacit understanding between Zhuang Yan and his father Zhuang Zhenguo, the bet on military merit.

But Zhuang Yan still didn't have the same hearty chat with his father as he did with his friends, and this was the reality.

You can't see or touch the generation gap, but it exists.

So last night when Han claimed to let everyone write a letter to his family, Zhuang Yan was conflicted from the bottom of his heart, because he only wrote a letter to his family three days ago.

But Han claims to be the captain, and his words are orders.

Zhuang Yandao finally wrote it.

The content is still lackluster, still the same old clichés, still the revolutionary salute at the end, and then wishing the parents good health.

In the matter of writing letters, it was only after this that Zhuang Yan knew why the captain encouraged everyone to write a letter from home before each external training.

In the "Red Arrow" brigade, this is almost a habit, a tradition, a custom.

Because you never know where you're going to be pulled, what kind of training you're going to take, or whether you're going to perform some task that you can't tell.

Most importantly, you never know if you're in danger or if this is your last letter.

Therefore, every special soldier will actually write every letter very seriously when he is old.

Because maybe this is his suicide note.

In the "Red Arrows" brigade, the difference between veterans and recruits is the attitude towards the issue of writing a letter to the family.

The car finally came.

The big guy quickly loaded all the luggage and weapons into the car.

This time, I brought everything, from the training camouflage uniforms to various firearms, holsters, carrying gear, etc., without any omission.

Looking at this, it seems that I am going to stay outside for a long time.

Boarded the car, the team drove towards the gate.

Sitting solemnly in the car, a familiar feeling struck once.

When I left the coaching team, or left the Eighth Company to go to the coaching team, I used this kind of military vehicle every time.

The solemn likes this kind of military vehicle, the tarpaulin at the rear of the car is rolled up, and there is enough vision to see everything outside the door.

Therefore, Zhuang Yan has to grab the seat next to the tailgate of the carriage every time, which is the most comfortable place for him.

It's the end of the year and the weather is starting to turn cold.

Zhuang Yan wears a special warfare fleece cap on his head - the hunter team has a lot of freedom in terms of clothing and carrying equipment. Because the military region has given funds tilted, Han Zizhen has been building according to his own methods. sniper squad.

The equipment on the entire team also carries travel gear, many of which are custom-made by Han Zizhen looking for manufacturers.

In the field army, soldiers quietly changed various equipment or clothing because they were not easy to use, but they didn’t dare to think about it, otherwise they would destroy the equipment, just like Zhuang Yan used elastic straps and Velcro to solve the problem that the buttons of the 91 carrying gear were easy to loosen. , or many soldiers changed the rope tightening mouth of the training uniform to buttons, but no matter how they changed it, they were all sneaky and small changes, and they did not dare to be blatant.

The Hunter Squad is different and has the power to modify and customize its own equipment.

As someone said, the hunter team is the most foreign-looking team in the "Red Arrow" brigade.

The car drove out of the gate of the camp, the morning sun shone into the car, the temperature was still very low, solemnly opened his mouth, heaved a sigh, and a puff of white smoke came out of his mouth.

The monitor Luo Ping'an was sitting opposite him, solemnly giving him a sneak peek. He felt that Luo Ping'an seemed to be a little depressed these days. Originally, Luo Ping'an said less, but recently, he spoke less, except for shouting passwords and explaining the essentials of movements. He hardly spoke to anyone.

Zhuang Yan felt that the monitor of ~www.novelmt.com~ was going to be dumb.

"Squad leader, where are we going now?"

He deliberately asked Luo Pingan, wanting him to speak.

Luo Pingan shifted his gaze, glanced solemnly, and then turned to the outside of the car.

Zhuang Yan didn't get an answer, he was a little embarrassed, and he said cheekily: "Squad leader, we've all set off now, don't we need to keep it secret?"

He looked at the car and said, "Our Korean team is not here, otherwise I won't bother you. Where are we going?"

Luo Pingan shifted his body and finally said, "Take you to fly."

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I applied for a fake note this afternoon, and it seems that I don't need it anymore.

Ask for a ticket!