Special Years

"Injustice?" Zhang Hui pretended to be serious: "Tell you, Han boasted that the political commissar might come down to investigate this matter in person. Even our special forces should let people visit their homes normally, right?"

Han said to himself: "Captain, if you don't believe me, let the political commissars come down and ask them one by one. All these guys say they need to learn something, so they don't want to go back for the time being."

Zhang Hui glanced at the distance from the shooting range.

All the team members rushed towards the target like tigers. The bullets from the automatic rifles ran out. The pistols were replaced in a very fast moment.

"The momentum is good, but I don't know how accurate it is."

"Would you like to go over and inspect it?" Han said proudly, "The captain personally inspected it, and our hunter team is flourishing."

"When did you learn this kind of slickness?" Zhang Hui waved his hand: "Han Zizheng, I'm so annoyed with this attitude, you know it, don't follow this with me!"

"Yes!" Han Zizheng quickly stood at attention: "I was wrong."

Then he smiled again: "Captain, you are here today, not just to beat me about visiting my home, right?"

"Of course there is something else!" Zhang Hui said, "I'm here to eat."

"Cooking food?"

"Is it weird? Let me see how your hunter team's food is, okay?"

"Okay! Okay! Make dumplings tonight, Captain, it's just right for you to come!"

Han Zou turned around and shouted to Zhang Zhiang, "Old Zhang, close the team and go back to making dumplings!"

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"Go to the dining hall! Make dumplings!"

The cooking squad leader walked into the row room and shouted at the hunter team members who had just returned from the training ground, "Go to the dining hall and help make dumplings!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately covered his nose and said with a look of disgust: "It's New Year's Eve, you don't clean up yourselves, you have that stench on your body, no wonder a few mice have died outside the house these days. You are smoked to death."

Maybe it was really stinky, the cooking squad leader exited the row room and stood in the corridor.

"Come on, remember to wash your hands! Don't make dumplings that smell like your feet. Captain is eating here tonight! Captain Han said, for the sake of your hard training, I'll make it up for you tonight. A big meal is considered a New Year's Eve dinner."

After the cooking squad leader finished speaking, he turned and left.

"The captain is eating here?" Su Huikai said, "It's rare! We have only been back for a few days, and the captain has come to the door in person. Is he giving us New Year's greetings?"

"Just now at the shooting range, I saw the captain and the Han team chatting there for a long time, and I don't know what to talk about?" Zhang Yuyi said: "But the captain looks so excited. Is there something good for our team?"

"What's a good thing?" Xu Zhipeng said, "It would be the greatest good thing to let us rest for a few days without training."

After speaking, he stretched his waist.

"Since I joined the hunter team, I have been training here or there in the past few months, either in the wild or in the frontier, or in the **** mountain sniper or actual mine demolition. "

Ji Wei from Class 2 said: "Old Xu, just think about it. It's still dark, and you can dream when it's dark. Didn't you see what's written on the wall in our training base? The most comfortable days. It was yesterday!"

"I said you people are afraid of hardship and fatigue. Comfort is reserved for the dead, not for members of the special forces." Zhuang Jielong couldn't help but interrupted, "When you become a special forces, don't think about comfort. Thinking of comfort, go to the logistics."

Zhuang Jielong's words immediately aroused laughter and ridicule.

"Look! What is training activists, our Comrade Zhuang Jielong is!"

"Zhuang Jielong, wasn't your kid the first to faint when you did anti-interrogation training in the mountains last time? When I saw your kid being carried away on a stretcher, I peeked at us and said, yes Not pretending to be dizzy?"

"Damn, do I Zhuang Jielong look like that kind of person? I really couldn't stand it that day, but I didn't surrender, right?"

Majestic, who did not participate in the discussion, sat on the small bench, took off his combat boots, held it in his hand and put it under his nose to smell it.

"Smell good spirits."

After speaking, he picked up the socks and put them under his nose and sniffed.

"Take a sniff, relax your muscles!"

Xu Xingguo, who was sitting by the bed opposite him, witnessed this scene, and his stomach suddenly rolled.

"abnormal!"

After all, he covered his mouth and left.

He raised his socks solemnly towards Xu Xingguo who was leaving and shouted, "What are you running, Lao Xu, it's really refreshing."

Su Huikai saw Zhuang Yan doing this, and learned to do it herself.

After sniffing and sniffing, he said, "I don't think it stinks. Is the cooking squad leader exaggerating?"

Serenity smiled and said: "It's not that it doesn't smell bad, it's because the socks and shoes are all yours, just because you are in this mountain, of course you don't feel anything, it's natural to get used to it."

Su Huikai suddenly grinned: "In the future, if anyone is tired, ask each other about each other's smelly socks, isn't that more refreshing than wind oil essence?"

"Hahaha!" He laughed solemnly and put his socks away: "Old Su, I'll give you a refresher first."

"Fuck off! You **** pervert!"

The two chased and ran, and the row room was suddenly filled with laughter.

This is a rare and light-hearted scene for the hunter squad.

For members of the Special Forces, the daily fun is found in boring training.

A smelly sock and a smelly shoe can make you happy for a long time.

Don't look at these special forces soldiers who are so arrogant on weekdays, but when it comes to making dumplings, it is the old comrades who have encountered new problems.

That night, all the tables in the small dining hall were carefully scrubbed once by the cooking team, dried and sprinkled with flour, and then everyone took the reconciled noodles~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and made dumplings by themselves with the mixed ingredients. eat by yourself.

However, the dumplings made by these special forces are not very good. They are crooked and cracked, and they are not well-proportioned. They have been despised by the soldiers of the cooking class for a long time.

The team leader Zhang Hui was no exception. At the cadre table, he also rolled up his sleeves and walked off the field in person.

While making dumplings, he chatted with Han Zizuo about something.

That belated New Year's Eve meal had a warm taste in the serious military camp.

Zhang Hui left after eating, and Han boasted whistling to gather everyone.

Standing in the team, Zhuang Yan muttered to himself, happy times always go so fast...

Are you going to train again?

"I won't train tonight, I'll give you a night off!"

The news announced by Han Zizhen made the soldiers in the team almost jump three feet with joy.

"Are you happy?"

Seeing the joy on everyone's faces, Han Zizhen started his signature "Korean-style question" that no one would ever want to answer.

The solemn heart that has floated to the sky slammed to the ground

Usually, as long as King Han Yan asks like this, something will definitely happen.