Everyone looked at Yan Leng with a very strange look, only a few people were stunned for a while, looked at Yan Leng a few times, and then continued to go their own ways.

"What's wrong?" is so obviously abnormal, how could Yan Leng not notice it, but after all, he has never been in the army, and he doesn't understand the situation in the southwest, so he is naturally confused.

Xue Miao, who was pulled over by Yan Leng to ask, looked a little weird, and the smile on his face became stiff, "You are not from our side, so I don't know, among our people, there are many of the older generations who died in the Y self-defense counterattack in 79, even my Lao Tzu participated, but fortunately survived." Therefore, for country Y, all of us have a common hatred. Speaking of this, Xue Miao glanced at Yan Leng a few times, but Yan Leng was even more confused, so shouldn't they be unanimous to the outside world, why did they look at him so strangely.

Xue Miao scratched his head when he saw that Yan Leng still didn't understand, obviously this swarthy man was also very distressed about how to explain to Yan Leng.

"Are you a person sent from above?" spoke a tall "white man" sitting opposite Yan Leng, of course, he was white, because compared to the "black man" in this car, this one was obviously the whitest one except Yan Leng.

Yan Leng was a little confused, didn't he, he obviously didn't say hello to his superiors, but the people below knew about it, and the somewhat nervous Yan Leng even forgot the feeling of wanting to vomit, and was completely immersed in the crisis of identity exposure.

"What kind of person is on top?" Yan Leng had to ask tentatively first, after all, this thing was weird.

"You came here of your own free will. The man looked at Yan Leng with a clear look, and the people in the car also looked at Yan Leng again because of his words.

Yan Leng didn't speak, and nodded, although he hadn't understood why they were so strange until now.

Seeing Yan Leng nodding, he didn't know if it was Yan Leng's illusion, he felt that the atmosphere eased instantly, and a few hostile glances before disappeared.

"We just misunderstood. Because we have a strong folk style here and a deep hatred for Y, we will send a foreigner to be our commander every time, and you are the only outsider among us, so ......"

Xue Miao nodded beside him, "Yes, that's what I mean......"

Only now did Yan Leng understand why there was such a strange appearance just now, presumably they thought that they were the guy who was sent down by the top, and when Xue Miao asked why he came here, he said that he was here to fight, I am afraid that some people think that they are currying favor with them.

Yan Leng actually wanted to laugh three times, saying that if he used his means, he didn't have to please them at all. But obviously, Yan Leng's superficial kung fu is very passable, and he is still amicable to them on the face, as if what happened just now has never happened at all.

"Eh!" Xue Miao seemed to remember something, his eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he dragged Yan Leng and asked, "Has your old man also suffered a loss in the Y War?"

The corners of Yan Leng's mouth twitched, what does it mean that someone will hand you a pillow if you want to sleep, it turns out that there is really such a good thing in this world.

"Yes, my old man was shot, but he won't die, I have to avenge him. "What Yan Leng said is not a lie, Yan Long did get a shot in the Y battle, and a shot passed through his left shoulder, but fortunately it was only a penetrating injury, not a bone injury. But then Yan Leng made up for it, if the old man injured his left hand, now the big pear wood crutch is really useful.

The atmosphere in the car was instantly very good, and several people pulled Yan Leng to ask questions, such as which regiment and which battalion his old man belonged to, and how is it now, just this sentence, they have regarded Yan Leng as their own family.

Yan Leng carefully recalled all the braggings he had boasted about when his old man told him about his glorious memoirs, and sighed in his heart, the people in 99 are really simple, and the people here are really simple, and they treat him as a brother in a word.

"Your grandfather is also from the fourth company of the second battalion?! My second grandfather is too!" A person quickly flew over from the other side of the car and pounced on Yan Leng's body, his eyes shining.

Yan Leng was taken aback, how could he answer. As a result, our witty Young Master Yan has begun to silently brew and vomit, striving to vomit on him.

"You're all in good spirits, aren't you?!Then don't get in the car!!

In addition to the driver, the chief who is responsible for "escorting" them is sitting at the front.

Although Yan Leng doesn't think he will be a qualified soldier, when a monk hits the clock for a day, he will do all the things that a qualified soldier should do.

The guys who were still chattering were instantly silenced, and then they got out of the car and lined up.

Yan Leng laughed in his heart, standing so loosely, there are a few people who don't even have a straight back and such a loose posture, if he let the old man see it, he will sit on the ground and not explain.

Sure enough,

"Look at you! Where is there a soldier's appearance! Stand up straight!" The non-commissioned officer in his thirties raised his eyebrows and directly began to scold, "If I were you, standing like this, I would have gone home to herd sheep a long time ago! How can I still have the face to be a soldier!"

Although these men in the mountains are relatively simple, this is not a reason for them to relax their standards, on the contrary, the Southwest Military Region is second to none among the six and a half military regions in the country, with high combat effectiveness, more experience, and strong discipline.

Now these young men are holding their breath, and they are desperately straightening their shoulders and backs, so that people can know that they are exerting themselves at a glance.

The eyebrow non-commissioned officer's face was still stern, but he had already held back a smile in his heart, and he could stand hard one by one, but you can stand bent yourself, and you can be straight with force? However, he still expressed his satisfaction, the military posture can be practiced slowly, but the most important thing is to have a correct attitude.

The eyebrow sergeant glanced at these future talents, and suddenly found a guy who stood out from the crowd-

In this group of rough men, there is only one person who easily stands up for a standard military posture, and he has practiced at a glance.

"Recruit, what's your name?" the eyebrow non-commissioned officer still had that unsmiling look, but he couldn't find a trace of fear and nervousness in Yan Leng's eyes, this calm look really made the eyebrow non-commissioned officer curious.

"Report, Yan Leng. "There is no deliberate raising of the voice, nor is there any imaginary arrogant disdain, just plain, but it makes people hear it clearly, and there is no mistake.

"Yan Leng, okay, I remember you. The eyebrow sergeant didn't say much, but he was already planning to go back and look through the recruit's file.

The rest of the people looked at Yan Leng's eyes a little complicated, this person said that he was not sent down from above, but when he looked at him, he had practiced. It can be said that they are all amateurs, and only one person is a seemingly professional, how can they not doubt it.

Yan Leng didn't think that he wanted to keep a low profile, in fact, people like him have always only dealt with one type of person, and for those who can't keep up with his pace, he won't do anything to intersect.

He believed that his army life would be interesting. (To be continued.) )