Special Years

In front of him appeared one tall and one short, two of medium stature, with faces that looked a bit like Persian soldiers.

These people came out of the two-storey barracks on the right, wearing camouflage uniforms, with excited expressions, like wolves seeing meat.

Zhuang Yan and the other three quickly stood at attention.

After all, this is your superior.

Although this seems a bit awkward, Zhuang Yan used to stand at attention to his superiors in the army, but now he stands at attention to a bunch of foreign soldiers with blue eyes, black hair and a high nose bridge.

But soldiers take it as their duty to obey orders, and they are students here, so they must abide by the disciplines and regulations here.

"Getting acquainted."

A stout, medium-sized guy with short curly hair stepped forward with a hand-held megaphone.

"Please report your name, rank, and troop to which you belong."

He pointed to the solemn and said in t-speak: "It starts with you."

In fact, Zhuang Yan can only barely understand this self-published paper asking himself and his comrades the rank and name of the military, etc., and he can barely understand it is about letting himself speak first.

To be honest, although I have strengthened my T language learning in the past period of time, it is still a little bit different when I talk to Teacher Yan Shuang.

This self-written script may have a unique tone of his own, so he speaks with his own ambiguous tone, and speaks at a fast speed, which makes it sound somewhat different from the standard language.

The first thing to do is to have a dialogue with the foreign military instructor, Zhuang Yan is still a little nervous.

He would rather let himself take a rucksack and go for a five-kilometer cross-country run than answering a question from him.

Of course, Majestic also knows that escaping is not the way to go.

There will be nearly a year of time to stay here in the future, to train and learn here, including the basic theory and practical operation of various military skills, etc., and there is always a dialogue.

Even if the spoken language is not good, the ugly daughter-in-law must meet the family man in the end.

"Reporting instructor, my name is Zhuang Yan, a first-level non-commissioned officer, from the Army Special Forces."

"What?" Jiraiya seemed to be very surprised at the solemn answer, and when he walked in front of the solemn, the towering aquiline nose almost touched the solemn face.

"You? First Master Chief?"

"It's a sergeant," replied solemnly, "not a sergeant."

Hearing this, the jicai scroll was obviously a little dazed, and looked at the solemn with incredible eyes.

No wonder he was surprised.

Because in the army of country t, the non-commissioned officer system at that time was different.

It is from the first level to the sixth level, and the soldiers and non-commissioned officers are collectively referred to as non-commissioned officers. Generally speaking, military ranks are classified into three categories: officer, non-commissioned officer (sergeant major), and soldier.

The t country is different. They are four kinds of officers, sergeants (master sergeants), sergeants and soldiers. What's more different is that their first sergeant major is the most senior master sergeant, and vice versa, the higher the number Big, the higher the rank, the sixth rank is the most senior non-commissioned officer.

It's no wonder that Jirobi was surprised, because Zhuang Yan seemed to be too young, that is, in his twenties, to be a first-level non-commissioned officer?

In fact, he didn't hear clearly, and solemnly replied that he was a non-commissioned officer, without emphasizing that he was a non-commissioned officer.

And Zhuang Yan didn't fully understand what he meant, because everyone was not used to each other's accents.

However, the self-written paper still lost and continued to ask the solemn question about the difference between this sergeant and the sergeant chief.

He turned to Cui Weinan: "What about you!? Soldier!?"

Cui Weinan held back his laughter and answered loudly, "Instructor, my name is Cui Weinan, an Army Special Forces officer, not a soldier!"

This emphasis, Cui Weinan thought it would anger the junk paper in front of him, because he emphasized his identity as an officer.

Moreover, before coming here, everyone has researched and studied the ranks of the T army.

There is a shield-shaped military rank logo on the right arm of the jazz scroll in front of him, in the same position as the right arm pocket of the camouflage uniform.

A moon and a star, five V-shaped curved bars, and a straight horizontal bar underneath.

This is the rank indicia of a second sergeant major.

He was a second lieutenant, but the other party was only a second-level sergeant major. Although he had to respectfully call his instructor, he had a sense of superiority in his heart.

At least Cui Weinan personally has such a small idea.

However, what was unexpected was that after listening to Lieutenant Cui Weinan's self-introduction, the second sergeant major didn't show any unpleasant expression at all, but instead smiled, as happy as he had found some treasure.

He even stretched out his hand, patted Cui Weinan's arm heavily, and said in a t-slang with the same ups and downs as his hair, "Good! Good! Good! Great!"

Several "good" in a row made Cui Weinan overwhelmed.

This is the first time we meet, where is the "good"?

When he came to Wei Shuping, who was ranked third, he asked the same question in a spontaneous scroll.

However, this time it didn't go so well.

Wei Shuping opened his mouth, and his head was immediately full of stars.

Because even he couldn't understand what Wei Shuping was talking about.

That kind of T-speak with a heavy accent is not much different from the tight-knit spell that Tang Sanzang chanted when he gave Sun Wukong a bgm.

I stood up and listened to it once, but I didn't understand it. I asked it a second time. I didn't understand it, and I asked it a third time.

In fact, Wei Shuping could understand the questions from the self-written paper, and he could understand every sentence.

Speaking of which, Wei Shuping's listening ability is good, and he is among the top three in the team in listening and dictation; he is also top-notch in the written test, and his grades are second in the entire reserve team; but he can't speak spoken English, and when he speaks, he is messed up, and when he speaks, the sky is falling. On the ground, as soon as he spoke, the horse's bridle was broken, and his accent was like a sudden savage, running around with hooves on the grassland.

It can be said that Comrade Wei Shuping's spoken language is a disaster.

In the end, the second sergeant major gave up the question in T and asked the same question in English instead.

The result was extremely disappointing to him.

Wei Shuping's English and T-language are in the same situation~www.novelmt.com~ The same is true for listening and understanding, writing and writing, but saying that he can't speak.

In the end, Zilaijuan finally lost the courage to continue to ask, he took a few steps back, and shouted: "Push-up preparation position, get down!"

When he shouted for the first time, Zhuang Yan was still a little stunned.

push ups?

This is just a push-up?

Zilaijuan shouted a second time, and the three of them fell down.

Jiraiya walked up, put the big rucksacks on everyone's back one by one, and warned: "Don't drop it, I'll give you extra meals!"

Then he gave two thumbs up and showed it in front of the three.

"Two hundred?" asked solemnly.

"No!" said the second sergeant's self-scroll very generously: "Two thousand!"