Special Years

That night, Deadham was in a good mood.

After the completion of the night shooting assessment, it was not yet nine o'clock in the night, and the results of the first row were amazing. So after returning from the target, he announced that he would cancel the physical training tonight, and let the recruits take a bath. After returning, they could move freely until the lights were turned off.

In order to express his satisfaction with the shooting results tonight, platoon leader Adai specifically instructed that a deputy squad leader lead the recruits to the small grocery store outside the company to buy some daily necessities.

After taking a shower, Majestic, full of cheap soap scent, went down to the shop surrounded by his comrades. On the way, everyone was talking about the shooting tonight.

Speaking of this, it is natural to praise the solemnity of playing the best tonight.

Of course, not everyone is like that.

For example, Xu Xingguo, who was silent along the way, went to the store to buy something and left without looking back.

Yi Jun said, "Zhuangyan, Xu Jiantian didn't play as well as you tonight, so I'm not happy!"

Zhuang Yan said disdainfully: "If you are not happy, you will not be happy. I'm not his father, so I just point to making him happy every day?"

After speaking, he turned to ask the owner of the grocery store to buy cigarettes, and gave Yi Jun a cigarette after he got it.

The two lit up under the dim light on the side of the road, breathing in the clouds.

Recently, the solemn training has been hard work, and it can be said that it is ruthless.

Although Xu Xingguo is still inferior to Xu Xingguo in the tactical subjects that require high physical fitness, the two items of shooting and equipment are solemn and absolute advantages, and they can beat Xu Xingguo every time he is assessed.

As the intensity of the training increased, Zhuang Yan gradually felt that Xu Xingguo's training results were not as unattainable as before.

In the past in the recruit company, Xu Xingguo was a benchmark for recruits that no one dared to challenge.

Now it's different.

Sports school students, it's nothing special, isn't it?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing, and said to Yi Jun: "Yi Jun, I said that your fellow Xu Jianyou is really stingy, didn't I just learn his hard skills at the train station, and finally I was scolded by Li Fulian. It wasn't my intention to find out, why do you hate me until now..."

Yi Jun and Xu Xingguo came to the 1st Division by train, similar to the relationship between Zhuang Yan and He Huan.

Yi Jun waved his hand impatiently, and said, "Youte mentioned that I am his fellow countryman, let me tell you, I don't want to have any fellowship with this kind of person, disgusting!"

Zhuang Yan heard something in Yi Jun's words, and his gossip heart was hooked again. He couldn't help but ask, "Huh? There's a bit of meaning in your words, tell me, what's the matter?"

Yi Jun took two puffs of his cigarette. The cigarette **** was red in the darkness of night like charcoal burning red in a fire.

"That guy is not a thing! As I say, he is the kind of person who can betray our brothers for himself."

"Tell me."

The solemn interest suddenly grew stronger.

Yi Jun said, "Let me tell you, do you know that there are actually two or five boys in our platoon?"

Erwuzai is a common name in Hong Kong and Taiwan movies, which generally refers to a person who sells his own life for a living.

Zhuang Yan understood as soon as he heard it.

"Two or five boys?"

"Well, don't blame me for not reminding you, if you have something to do or say in your heart, especially if you have any opinions or thoughts on the squad leader and the like, don't let Xu Typical know about it." Yi Jun said with great certainty. : "Otherwise you won't know what happened if you were sold."

Zhuang Yan didn't understand it, and urged him to ask: "Poet, can you speak clearly? I'm not asking you to come on stage to read a hazy poem. Don't let me be confused by what you're saying, okay? Hurry up, speak English."

Yi Jun's expression immediately became mysterious, he looked left and right.

At this time, all the recruits who bought things went back, and Yang Song, the deputy squad leader, also left.

On the side of the road, only he and Yi Jun were left.

So, Yi Jun opened his mouth: "Let me tell you, do you know what an activist is?"

Zhuang Yan frowned, and after ringing for a long time, he didn't understand: "What kind of activist?"

Yi Jun said: "Hey, don't guess, it's not like you and me anyway. What I'm saying is, in fact, there are activists in each of our platoons, and these activists are privately appointed by the squad leaders, and they won't Let's recruits know, but the activists must be recruits."

Zhuang Yan got in touch with the two or five boys that Yi Jun mentioned earlier, and immediately understood.

"Fuck, poet, do you mean that Xu Typical is that activist?"

Yi Jun snapped his fingers, nodded sharply, and said with a heroic expression: "Yes, you're right, it's Xu Xianxian. This activist, after all, is the gold medal two or five boy, who specializes in helping Squad leaders and platoon leaders collect our thoughts, and if anyone wants to escape, they will be quickly targeted.”

Zhuang Yan had never heard of this before.

Of course, he didn't think he had a chance to hear it.

"Later-advanced elements" like myself, if they don't become a key monitoring target, they are already burning high incense. How could they have the honor to be recruited to be an activist?

"I said..." He was still puzzled and asked Yi Jun, "Where did you hear about this? Isn't it something you came up with through your zealous actions?"

Yi Jun snorted and said, "I have evidence, we all know about it. He Shouhui, right? Our funny guy."

Of course Zhuang Yan knew He Shouhui. He is from Henan, and his words and expressions have a funny nature. As soon as he opens his mouth, he is like "I'm that darling!"

"Old He? Isn't this nonsense?" Zhuang Yan said, "Why don't I know him."

Yi Jun said, "Three days ago, our class had an emergency gathering in the middle of the night, you know?"

Solemnly remembered that there was indeed such a thing.

After overhearing the conversation between the squad leader and the platoon leader outside Dai Dehan's room, Yin Xiancong squeezed out more time to personally manage the training of the squad, instead of entrusting all his soldiers to Chen Qingming.

So that night, after seeing the third class for several emergency gatherings, he was still lying in bed and secretly glad that he was a member of the first class.

"After the emergency gathering that night, our squad leader left He Shouhui alone..."

"Alone?"

Zhuang Yan immediately realized that there was nothing good in it.

"Yes, He Shouhui told me later that he was beaten. The reason was that he felt that he could not stand the hardships of training, and he had the idea of ​​being a deserter, and he only told Xu Jianqian about this idea. I guess, it must be Xu Jianqian took credit for Chen Qingming's squad leader, so he sold Lao He..."

The news shocked the solemn.

He Shouhui has always been a very optimistic person in the solemn impression. He usually laughs and laughs when he sees people, but he really doesn't see that he has reached the point where he can't stand it any longer.

"Okay, you're just guessing, there's no evidence and no evidence, so just listen to it." Zhuang Yan recalled that Yi Jun had said to himself that he would never finish with Chen Qingming~www.novelmt.com~ and felt that he didn't. Good to stimulate this guy again.

Yi Jun is like his nickname. He does things according to his emotions. If he does something out of the ordinary, it will not be good for anyone.

"Let's go, let's go, we're almost going back, no training tonight, go to bed early!"

Zhuang Yan stretched and yawned.

I've been really tired recently.

The two walked back along the road, and just after entering the gate of Eighth Company, Yi Jun stretched out his hand again: "Get another one, Lao Zhuang."

Zhuang Yan had no choice but to go get his cigarettes, and took out a lighter to light it for Yi Jun.

Unexpectedly, it won't catch fire after a few clicks.

"Hey! There's something wrong with this lighter!"

He shook it a few times, but still didn't hit.

The lighter was just bought at the grocery store, why did it go out so quickly?

"Damn it, is it easy for us to get paid for being a soldier? Even we dare to get it! You go back first, poet, and I will find the boss for another one myself."

After speaking, he turned around and went back to the grocery store to seek justice.

Yi Jun said, "I have it! What I use is just a lighter."

In the past, a lighter that cost fifty cents apiece would not even look straight at it, but now he knows that money is hard to come by.

The monthly allowance is only 35 yuan, and I have to buy daily necessities.

Fifty cents is not much, but less is not much.

"You go back first, I'll change a lighter and come back soon."

After speaking, he left Yi Jun and walked out of the company's door by himself.

Turning the corner, and just walking more than ten meters, suddenly saw a figure flashing in the darkness, heading up the mountain.

It was the mountain road leading to the top of the mountain, and solemnly and vaguely watched the man wearing a military uniform.

Who is running up the mountain so late?