Special Years

A few days after the entitlement ceremony, the battalion sent a car, and eight consecutive recruits went to N town.

There is only one company in N town, the eighth company.

The third battalion was thirty kilometers away from the regiment headquarters, while the eighth company was thirty kilometers away from the battalion headquarters.

The Eighth Company is an independent company.

The assignment of the big guy was finally finalized. Except for a few assigned to other companies, most of them followed Dai platoon back to the independent company in N town.

Zhuang Yan, Serenity, Xu Xingguo, Zuo Xiaoheng, Huang Hai and others were assigned to a group, but Guo Xiangyang and Chang Sheng went to the third row.

Everyone packed up and crowded into the car. Several military trucks drove eastward along the road.

The further we walked, the more desolate the surrounding scenery became.

At first, I could still see scattered buildings. Later, there was nothing along the road. Except for the barren mountains and wild mountains on both sides of the road, there were still barren mountains and wild mountains.

"Squad leader, where are we going? Why are we getting desolate as we go?" Zhuang Yan finally couldn't help but ask.

Yin Xiancong said: "N Town, our company is independently stationed near N Town."

He said solemnly, "N Town? Where is it?"

Yin Xiancong said, "This is a town, the most remote town in the city!"

The car drove on the deserted highway for more than an hour, and finally after passing a town of less than three square kilometers, the leading car turned left and drove into a mountain col.

Ten minutes later, with a sharp braking sound, the entire convoy finally stopped.

"It's here! Get off the bus!"

"Don't linger! Hurry up!"

"It's time for our company! Come down and have a look!"

At the urging of the squad leaders, the recruits were kicked out of the car like ducks sent to the market.

He jumped out of the car solemnly, and what he saw was an arch about four meters high.

The arch is made of steel pipes with the thickness of the wrist. In the center above the door beam is an iron August 1 military emblem. The red on it has been dark red because of its age, and it is no longer bright.

Under the August 1st military emblem, there are also four large characters made of thick iron - Haiphong Outpost.

On the right side of the gate stood a veteran soldier with a gun and the rank of First Class.

Seeing the convoy, he shouted enthusiastically, "Company commander! Instructor! Are you back!?"

Yi Jun, a recruit from the third shift in a row, carried his backpack, stood in front of the row, looked at the gate of the company, couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes, and kept shaking his head.

"Tsk tsk tsk—"

He asked solemnly, "Poet, why are you in a daze?"

Yi Jun still didn't leave the steel plate on the gate, shook his head and sighed: "When I was a soldier, the cadre of the Armed Forces told me that this time I came to the coastal open city, saying that I am a lackey. **** luck..."

He turned his head to look at Zhuang Yan, and said with a constipated expression: "My mother, that's all? Is this my **** luck?"

Yi Jun is also a "celebrity" among the recruits of the Eighth Company. He is from somewhere in western Jiangxi Province and is considered half of Xu Xingguo's hometown.

Both of them are smokers, and they often get together to smoke together between training sessions, so they are fairly acquainted.

This guy turned out to be a soldier of Wu Hansheng's platoon leader. He was only impressed by Yi Jun's farce during the haircut the next morning when he reported to the camp.

Yi Jun has "a hair that exudes a poetic atmosphere" - this is his own statement.

Because he admires Haizi, and Haizi has long hair, Yi Jun felt that if he didn't have long hair, he couldn't face the sea like Haizi and the spring flowers bloomed.

According to the regulations, whether or not you have your own haircut at the place, when you come to the army, you still have to ask the squad leaders to tidy up the top of your head.

In order to keep his "poet-like hair", Yi Jun didn't cut his hair flat as required by the Ministry of Armed Forces, but hid his hair in a hat and came to serve as a soldier.

As a result, on the second day of the camp, when the recruit's squad leader took a clipper to help him shave off the hair that "looked like a bird's nest", Yi Jun went berserk on the spot.

He screamed, still wearing a haircut apron, running on the basketball court in front of the row house like a duiker chased by a beast: "I don't cut it! I don't cut it! Cut it! I lost my soul with my hair!"

This move immediately attracted countless onlookers. Everyone looked like a monkey, watching Yi Jun, the squad leader, chasing after Yi Jun with a hair clipper. In the end, he almost pressed his hair on the ground to cut off his hair.

Yi Jun held back tears, like a young woman who was being harassed, her eyes were red with grief, and an expression of excruciating pain made him solemn and want to laugh and sigh.

Following Yin Xiancong's tone, he said solemnly and solemnly: "To be exact, this is a town deep, but the most remote town in a big city."

Yi Jun stared blankly for a while, and finally shook his head again, without saying a word, carrying his backpack into the company.

The barracks of the Iron Eighth Company is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the town is about three kilometers to the east. There are two bungalows on a small **** less than 20 meters high to the right of the entrance, which is a temporary living place specially prepared for the family members.

After visiting the company's camp, Zhuang Yan understood why it was called "Coastal Defense Outpost", because the coast was about 300 meters away from the opposite side of the company. From the left side of the gate, there was a cement road leading to the sea. Walk up to 200 meters. On the side of the road is a 6-story white high-rise that looks very out of place.

This is the local water police station. The building stands on the seaside and has its own pier. On the pier, a gunboat for patrolling is docked.

The entire valley is the camp of the Eighth Iron Company, and the area is astonishingly large.

A basketball court, a badminton court plus a few large turfs~www.novelmt.com~ There are four rows of large row houses like the camp headquarters. On the side of the camp area near the road is a fence and a vegetable field. The 100-meter obstacle course, the back of the battalion headed towards the Col, is a huge shooting range and training ground.

As soon as everyone entered the row room to put down their luggage, Yi Jun sat down on the bed and threw a cigarette at Zhuang Yan head-on.

"Solemnly, we will be comrades in the platoon from now on. You have to take care of me, a newcomer."

Zhuang Yan threw his luggage on the bed, lit a fire with a cigarette, and said to Yi Jun with a smile, "I said poet, how did you get assigned to our platoon? How could our platoon leader like you?"

Yi Jun took a breath of cigarette into the air, snorted and said, "You guys are the most serious in vacancies. When we were allocating, our platoon leader saw that I was unhappy, and threw me here..."

Xu Xingguo took the broom and swept it in front of the two of them.

"I said you two, can you stop smoking in the row room?! Look at what you guys are talking about!? You've all soiled the floor! Get out!"

"Why?" Zhuang Yan, who was smoking, was unhappy. "You like to go to other places. I'll do it myself here. Can you handle it?"

Xu Xingguo snorted, ignored the two of them, and went to the other side to sweep the floor.

Zhuang Yan said to Yi Jun: "Look at our comrade Xu Typical, the enthusiasm is different, it is not the same level as us, I tell you, they are going to teach the young of the brigade."

Yi Jun nodded and said, "Well, the consciousness of activists is different."

Xu Xingguo heard this and gave Yi Jun a blank look.

The latter didn't pay any attention, just like a demonstration, he puffed cigarettes into the air and dusted the ash on the ground.

The two of them didn't know at all at this time, and it was because of this move that they laid the foundation for the future.