The head of the regiment did not hide, but calmly accepted Mao Eighteen's fist, he knew how important this place was to Mao Eighteen, and this opportunity might completely rewrite his fate.

Mao 18 didn't expect the head of the regiment to stand still.

Mao Eighteen stopped in surprise, but looking at the staff officer next to him, Mao Eighteen's hatred filled his chest.

"Grass mud horse, don't think that I can forgive you if you let me beat you, you, you are not fucking human, you are not human......" Mao Eighteen's voice was poignant, as if he was a sad and desperate lone wolf.

The raindrop-like fists hit the regiment leader's body, and Mao Eighteen's eyes were red.

The battalion commander rushed up to pull the rack, and the people below were all in chaos.

"Don't move, don't fucking move." It was the regimental commander who was shouting.

Everyone stopped, Mao Eighteen also stood up, and the conference room was quiet at this time, and everyone's heartbeat could be heard.

"Listen. No one is allowed to move, this is what I owe Mao Eighteen, even if he beats me to death, it has nothing to do with you, and don't hold Mao Eighteen responsible. The regimental commander spat out the blood foam in his mouth.

Bang, another heavy punch hit the head of the regiment in the face, and the head of the regiment fell on the stage with his back facing the sky.

Mao 18 ran out, and the sky was suddenly cloudy, thunder roared, and heavy rain poured down.

Mao Eighteen ran frantically on the training ground, owls, monkeys and brothers all came out, and the rain flowed down everyone's faces.

I don't know if it's rain or tears.

"Oh my God, oh my God......" Mao Eighteen's howl came from the training ground, which was heartbreaking to hear.

I don't know how long I ran, Mao Eighteen fell to the ground with a thud.

The owl was the first to run over, and the monkey followed closely behind.

Everyone carried Mao 18 back to the bedroom, changed Mao 18's clothes, dried his hair, and woke up with a hum in everyone's call.

Mao Shibai looked at everyone with empty eyes, and there were no tears in his eyes, and there was no resentment.

"Eighteen, you say something, are you hungry or not." The monkey asked.

"Eighteen, let's face it, smoke a cigarette, how come people are not alive in this life." The owl handed over a cigarette.

Mao 18 was still silent.

Mao 18 sat on the bed in a daze, without saying a word.

In the evening, the regimental commander came. The wound on his face has not yet subsided.

"Mao Eighteen, go, go out for a drink with me." said the head of the regiment.

Mao 18 didn't speak.

"You can't fucking look like a man. I look down on you. The regiment commander kicked Mao Eighteen.

Mao 18 followed the head of the regiment.

The head of the regiment set up a table of wine and food in his room.

The head of the regiment tilted his head and drained the wine in the bowl. Mao Eighteen also dried up.

The two men looked at each other, and there were already two bottles of wine on the table.

"I'll tell you a story, once upon a time, there was a child from the countryside, he desperately wanted to get ahead, he worked hard, but the day to decide the fate came, he didn't know if God would favor this person, his old leader came to him, asked him if he wanted to do it, he said yes, the old leader said that there is another person competing with you, is the nephew of the division commander, I have no choice. He cried, feeling that there was no fairness in this world, no heavenly justice, but later, the old leader said, if you promise me a condition, maybe I can help you, he asked what the condition was, he wanted this quota too much, he felt that the quota was all he had, even if he let him live ten years less, he was willing. The old leader said that I have a daughter, she can't have children, and it's not a virgin, do you want to, he agreed without thinking, he became an officer as he wished, but many years have passed, he suddenly feels that he regrets it, some things in life look very good, but that may be temporary, once you are made by him to lose your mind, then God will punish you for a lifetime. The head of the regiment said a lot, he was a little tired, and poured all the wine in front of him at once.

"The person I told you just now is me, this is a secret, he has always pressed on my heart, making me breathless, I can't have children, this is God's punishment for me." The regiment commander laughed.

When Staff Officer Li returned to the military region, the leaders were furious when they heard about what had happened in the Shanying Special Operations Brigade and directly called the regiment commander to severely punish Mao 18.

The head of the regiment and the leader lost their temper and said what else do you want, you can't do things too much.

After the adjustment of the head of the regiment, the leader decided to directly dismiss Mao 18.

Mao 18 is already ready in his heart, it doesn't matter if you stay in this kind of place or not, just leave if you want to, there is nothing worth nostalgia for.

Before leaving, the head of the regiment held a farewell banquet for him, and everyone drank a mess.

There are several soldiers like him who are ready to apply for discharge at the end of the year.

Mao 18 didn't speak, just grabbed their hands hard, drank, and drank again.

Zhang Xiaobao was completely left out in the cold, he was so distressed that he called home and said that I couldn't stay here anymore, and they treated me as air.

Mao 18 made the train at eight o'clock in the evening, and everyone stood at the gate of the camp to say goodbye to him.

Mao Eighteen stumbled a little, hugged and said goodbye to every brother, and the time was quite long.

No one paid attention to Zhang Xiaobao, and no one knew that Zhang Xiaobao had sneaked out.

The regiment commander used his car to send Mao Eighteen, which is also the highest level.

The special operations brigade has a rule that it can't go out for too long, so the person who sent him sent Mao 18 to the train station and left.

Mao Eighteen drank too much and staggered.

The backpack on his body pressed there like a mountain.

There weren't too many people on the train, and the station square was empty and deserted.

Zhang Xiaobao hid in the shadows, followed by his fox friends and dog friends.

"See, that stupid comparison is Mao Eighteen, he can make me miserable, today I took advantage of this stupid comparison to drink a little more and let me get him to death." Zhang Xiaobao explained.

Mao Eighteen was blown by the cold wind, and the strength of the wine came up, and after seeing that the time was still early, he put down his backpack and wanted to sit in the square to cool off for a while.

At this time, Zhang Xiaobao rushed up with a few people.

"Nyima's." A stick in Zhang Xiaobao's hand smashed directly on Mao Eighteen's head.

Mao Eighteen felt that the world was spinning. But he saw that the person who beat him was Zhang Xiaobao.

On his legs, face, and stomach, from time to time, there were sticks smashed on it, and Mao 18 subconsciously curled up to protect his important parts.

A few people passed by and were scolded by Zhang Xiaobao and didn't dare to speak.

Zhang Xiaobao hit hard, said hello, and left.

Mao 18 lay on the empty square, looking at the stars in the sky, and swore in his heart that Lao Tzu must get ahead. I'm going to make these bastards regret giving birth.