Chapter 325 was released

The results of the processing came down quickly.

In fact, it was not very fast, and when the picket squad leader and the officer who sent them to the picket squad for confinement appeared in front of everyone again, it was already four or five days later. The clothes were returned to them the next day, and the reason for returning them was not that the picket squad leader was kind, for fear that they would get frostbite, or that there were not many candles in the picket class, and that they would have to bake all the candles if they were closed for another day or two.

The whole training regiment, including the teaching team, and the picket class are an alternative kind of existence, and the average person wants to get close to them, but they don't want to get too close to them. The reason why I want to get close to them is very simple, if I commit a crime one day and am locked up, if I have a good relationship with them, at least I can get some care inside. Too much care can't be done, so it's okay to ask them to help buy two bowls of instant noodles and other small things. But everyone also knows what these people do, and they usually can't hide, if they are too close to them, I am afraid that other comrades-in-arms will look at themselves meaningfully.

Officer Li is an officer of the regiment headquarters, an officer, but also a soldier, and when he came to the picket class, his mood was also very complicated. I couldn't tell what kind of expression it was on my face, and I followed behind the picket squad leader, and I couldn't stop pouting my teeth until I came to the confinement room of these great gods.

Since the confinement room was a relatively independent storage area, and the place was empty enough, as soon as people entered, the entire confinement room immediately resounded with a deep echo, which immediately attracted the attention of the brothers who were locked inside.

When they came, Cheng Zhichao and the others were sitting in a circle, setting up a dragon formation. Naturally, Zhao Jiyong spoke the most, and this kid didn't know what he was talking about, so he only said with his eyebrows flying, and the spittle spewed out more than a foot away. But those frogs at the bottom of the well who had not really seen Zhao Gongzi's eloquence had been completely brought into the play by him, except for Cheng Zhichao, the others all listened with straight eyes and nodded like fools.

When Director Li saw Zhao Jiyong there from afar, he couldn't help but be surprised. Others were locked up in confinement, and they were all as depressed as defeated Gong Jī, why were these boys so lively? Strange in his heart, he couldn't help but speed up his feet, and went straight to Mén to hear what he was talking about.

I only heard Zhao Jiyong speak in a loud voice like a commentary: "...... It was too late, it was too soon, and as soon as the two of us saw that the situation was not good, we hurriedly pulled Brother Zhu behind. Rank and file, why do you say this? ”

Lin Zhaocheng and the others all shook their heads directly, saying that they didn't know.

"Cut, you don't know this? It seems that you have been a soldier for more than a month. Sue you, you must know that Chao'er and I have been practicing martial arts with a veteran in our courtyard since we were children. That Lao Jiang looks inconspicuous on the surface, but he was a reconnaissance platoon commander on the front line back then, and his subordinates were alive and well, and the Vietnamese devils who died in his hands were not thousand, but also eight hundred. You say that the apprentices taught by such people can still be wrong under their hands? ”

Everyone has already seen the ability of Cheng Zhichao and Zhao Jiyong, and under the drive of these two guys, more than 40 Northeast soldiers were able to beat more than 70 Tangshan soldiers to the fullest. The apprentice's ability is still like this, can the master still be wrong?

"That's it, needless to say, the two of us are capable, it's more than enough to deal with those little húnhúns, but Brother Zhu can't. Brother Zhuzi just practiced with us for a few days with the master at the beginning, but he couldn't endure the hardship and stopped practicing in a few days. To tell you the truth, there are so many children in our hospital, and in the end, only Cheng Zhichao and I persevered. Zhao Jiyong was triumphant, ignoring the fact that the two of them actually had to persist under the pressure of Cheng Weiguo and Zhao Dongjin, and made slight changes, putting a lot of gold on his face.

Lin Zhaocheng, An Jianye and others all looked regretful: "Oh, you said that you have such a good opportunity, why don't you cherish that pillar brother?" If I had such a good chance, I would have to stay the course. ”

"Brother, you're thinking too simply." Zhao Jiyong smiled, "Do you think martial arts training is an easy task?" Needless to say, when we practiced zama, a squat was three or four hours, squatting so much that we couldn't even bend, so we had today's achievements. ”,

At this time, the picket squad leader had already arrived in front of the mén in the confinement room, and just wanted to take out the key and bring a few people out, but Officer Li hurriedly waved his hand and signaled him to listen for a while.

I saw that after Lin Zhaocheng listened to Zhao Jiyong's words, he couldn't help but feel like dirt, and subconsciously mō his own big tuǐ and fought a cold war.

"It's all gossip, so don't mention it. Let's say that Brother Zhuzi has not practiced the Eight Classics, of course the work under his hands will not be too good, those dozen or so little húnhún are holding sticks and knives and guns, and it is clear that he wants his life, if I and Chao'er don't pull Brother Zhu behind him, it will only take one round, and Brother Zhu will have to be put down by them. ”

"That's, that's." Lin Zhaocheng nodded desperately as a small jī peck.

Zhao Jiyong cleared his throat and continued: "If you want to say that those little húnhúns, they are really powerful, as soon as they saw us pulling Brother Zhuzi behind them, they all shouted, and rushed towards the two of us with knives and guns in hand. Who are the two of us, who have seen a big scene, how can we be frightened by them? I saw Chao'er tǐng come out, his eyes widened, pointing at those little húnhún, his tongue blooming chūn thunder, and shouting......"

Speaking of this, there was a sudden pause, and it looked as if he was going to sell a pass. Lin Zhaocheng was hearing that he was so suddenly selling off, and he suddenly felt itchy, pushed him, and said hurriedly: "What did Cheng Zhichao shout?" ”

“…… Wronged" I saw that Zhao Jiyong suddenly seemed to be a different person, and a look of sadness suddenly appeared on his face, and he followed his push, and crawled down the chuáng and pounced towards the mén mouth.

Lin Zhaocheng was secretly surprised in his heart: "Why did you shout injustice at that moment?" He turned his head and looked at Cheng Zhichao.

When Zhao Jiyong was commenting on the book just now, Cheng Zhichao sat next to him and just performed by him, and occasionally when he reached the key point, he also stood up to add two finishing touches. In short, the two of them are like talking about cross talk on stage, one is funny, the other is funny, and the cooperation is quite perfect. And when Zhao Jiyong was shouting grievances, Cheng Zhichao also put away his smile, changed into an expression similar to Zhao Jiyong, and followed suit.

"What are these two guys doing? Could it be that he really shouted injustice in front of those little húnhúns? Zhao Jiyong suddenly shouted the words "wronged", and then made such a bizarre move, Lin Zhaocheng only thought that he wanted to throw off a burden, but Cheng Zhichao actually threw off the burden with him, which was a little abnormal. He has also heard a lot of things like cross talk storytelling, and he has never heard of the precedent of two people throwing off their burdens together.

Seeing that the two of them rushed towards the mén, he couldn't help but follow them and glanced at the mén, this glance was really extraordinary, Lin Zhaocheng immediately changed another expression, and followed Cheng Zhichao and they pounced towards the mén. I already knew in my heart that the last three words of Zhao Jiyong were not the content of the storytelling, but a real cry of grievances.

Just now, Cheng Zhichao and Zhao Jiyong teased each other, but when they saw that Director Li came to the picket class again, they immediately became "sons and mothers", and they pulled their necks and shouted out their grievances.

Officer Li was angry and funny, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have imagined that the guy who was shouting so much that he was almost snowing in June would be sitting on the chuáng just a minute ago? Take a closer look at Cheng Zhichao and Zhao Jiyong's entry into the play very quickly, not only are their faces full of grievances, but even their noses are coming out of their nostrils, and they look as pitiful as they are.

"Now this soldier." Officer Li sighed in his heart, shook his head with a wry smile, and straightened his face: "What are you shouting, what are you shouting?" How many of you are wronged? Why can't I see that you feel wronged? Good guys, people are depressed in confinement, you guys really have the ability, you can turn this confinement room into a big teahouse, you kid has turned into a storyteller in a big teahouse. ”

Cheng Zhichao hurriedly said: "Report to the chief, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding." A few of us made mistakes and were locked up and confined at our own faults. But as you can see, it's not just the two of us in this room, and it's still necessary to cheer up our comrades appropriately in order to maintain a strong sense of optimism. ”

Zhao Jiyong nodded desperately on the side and cooperated: "Yes, chief, you have also seen that the conditions in the confinement room are very bad, and there is not even a TV." Even if we wanted to bask in the glorious light of the news broadcast every day, we couldn't do it, we hadn't seen that thing for a few days, and the comrades were so happy in their hearts......"

"Huh?" Officer Li's face was heavier.

"No, it's that the comrades suddenly lost their sense of direction in their hearts, and suddenly they had a feeling of being a motherless child. Chief, I strongly urge the chief to release us and let us live in the world under the light of the news network again, and reform and become new people. ”

Director Li sneered: "I don't have that power." ”

Zhao Jiyong's face showed disappointment: "I know that the head of the regiment has this power, it is better to act as the chief, and ask the head of the regiment for us to intercede, great kindness, and I will report later." ”

Officer Li glared at him: "Zhao Jiyong, I know you can talk about it, but I warn you, this is the army, in front of me, it's best to restrain your set of vain things." ”

Zhao Jiyong was severely criticized, but he was not ashamed at all, and nodded yes again and again, looking humbly taught.

Officer Li glared at him again and said to the picket squad leader, "Let them out." ”

The picket squad leader answered, took out the key, and opened the mén.

Cheng Zhichao and the others were surprised and delighted: "Chief, isn't it?" Are you really going to let us out? ”

"What? You didn't stay in there, would you like to stay for a few more days? ”

Everyone hurriedly shook their heads, as soon as the picket squad leader's mén was opened, Cheng Zhichao had already rushed out of it first, and then, several others also rushed out like fleeing, and they didn't want to stay here for a minute.

"Okay, that's good, after so many days, your skills are still so sharp, it seems that the conditions in our confinement room are quite good, and you have been locked up in it for a few days, and it has not been affected at all." Officer Li couldn't help but smile on his face and quipped.

"Thank you for your concern, thank you for the care of the comrades in the picket class, we have been able to survive in it, and we have not suffered many crimes."

"I don't think you've suffered much." Officer Li laughed strangely, turned to the picket squad leader and said, "Your task has been completed, these boys, I will take them away." ”

The picket squad leader wished that they would take these boys away immediately, and nodded again and again: "No problem, you can take them away now." ”

Officer Li nodded, and was about to take Cheng Zhichao and a few others out of the mén, when he suddenly saw the picket squad leader's face showing sity: "Uh......, by the way, Director Li, there is one thing I have to tell you." ”

"What's the matter?"

"There are not enough candles in the picket class, what do you think?"

"Not enough candles?" Officer Li didn't expect him to ask this question, and was stunned for a moment, "Are we short of electricity here now?" There are very few power outages. ”

"We rarely have power outages here, but you don't know, the grandmother here in the picket class doesn't hurt, the uncle doesn't love it, the line is aging very strictly, and the power goes out at every turn. A few days ago, Nòng brought a few packs of candles, thinking that they would be able to survive until the end of the New Year, and the chōu at the barracks would be able to change the line, but after these living fathers were locked in, they actually used candles as firewood and lit a fire, and they killed our inventory for several days in one night. ”

Director Li has no experience in being imprisoned, so he can't think of why Cheng Zhichao and they want to burn candles, and said with a frown: "The candles are gone, you go to the secretary general, he is in charge of money, such a trivial matter is within the scope of his duties, what's the use of you telling me?" ”

"That's not right, the person was sent by the regiment headquarters, and the regiment headquarters has to be responsible for this matter."

"How is the regimental headquarters responsible?"

"I don't care how the regiment headquarters is responsible, anyway, you can arrange it for help, you can't let the brothers celebrate the New Year, otherwise, the people of our picket squad will go to the regiment commander together, and if he doesn't do it, we won't leave."

"......" Officer Li didn't expect that this picket squad leader was also the best among scoundrels, and for a few candles, he had to go to the regiment headquarters to find the regiment commander to make trouble. He lowered his head and thought for a while, and said, "Okay, I'll talk to your secretary when I go back, and ask him to send someone out to buy vegetables, and bring you a few bags back by the way." ”

"Then thank you, Director Li." The picket squad leader thanked him without words, paused for a moment, and said: "Please tell our secretary that when you buy candles, try to buy the kind that is thicker and has a warp." Also, when picking, look carefully, don't buy hollow ones, a little hollow one, the wax oil will leak, and within ten minutes, a candle will burn out. And ......"

The dignified picket squad leader suddenly became Tang Seng, and Director Li really couldn't adapt to this change for a while, and wiped a handful of sweat: "Okay, okay, don't say it, your secretary has something in his heart about this, you guys are busy, I'll take the people away." ”,

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"Commissar, what do you think of this disposition? If there is no problem, it will be dealt with according to the above, and the brigade headquarters is still waiting for it. The chief of staff handed a few pages of printed paper to the commissar's desk.

The political commissar and the head of the regiment took it and looked at it twice, and nodded: "I can see it, has the regiment commander seen it?" ”

"I haven't sent it to him yet, his old man's temper is not very good these days, look at everyone with cross-eyebrows, this handling opinion, you have to give him a look in person, he gives you face, maybe the face can be better. As for my ......," the chief of staff laughed bitterly.

Comrade Political Commissar smiled, since the chief of staff made a general statement at the meeting, the attitude of the training regiment commander towards him immediately changed one hundred and eighty degrees, in a word, whether it is work or life, as long as it is a matter of participation with the chief of staff, the regiment commander has always had a calm face, as if someone owes him eight million and refuses to pay it back.

The reason for this is very clear to the comrade political commissar, but it is difficult to explain it to the chief of staff. Cheng Zhichao's true identity, in addition to being the son of the chief of staff of the Northeast Military Region, is also the son of the old head of the regiment. He made a big fuss at the meeting, he wanted to remove the old chief's son and send him home, and he could still point to the group seat and give him a good face?

After sending off the chief of staff, the political commissar took this disposition opinion, and without saying a word, went straight to the regiment commander's office. When he entered the mén, Tuanza was pouring his pot in front of the windowsill for fifteen or sixteen years, and he was the size of a football head, but he didn't open a cactus. Hearing the mén sound, he turned his head to see that it was him coming in, nodded his head, and focused his attention on the pot of cactus again.

"Commander, they have sorted out the handling opinions, do you want to take a look? See if there's anything missing? ”

"Oh." Tuanzuo put down the kettle in his hand, stared at the pot of cactus, tilted his head and looked at it for a long time, before he sighed: "Political commissar, you said that other people's cactus balls will be opened after a few years, why don't you open huā in mine?" ”

"This ......" The political commissar coughed several times before he kept blinking his eyes and said: "I don't know much about this, we are laymen, don't talk about huā in this life, we haven't even raised a single grass, you are asking me the wrong person." ”

"Forget it, let's raise it for another two years, maybe you can raise it for another two years." It seems that Tuanza has a lot of feelings for the pot of cactus he raised, and he knows that he won't open it for another two years, so he is still reluctant to throw it away or give it away.

Walking to the table, he picked up the handling opinions that the chief of staff had concocted for a few days, looked at them carefully for a long time, pondered for a while, and finally nodded: "This handling opinion, but tǐng is in line with the jīng god conveyed by the brigade commander at the meeting that day, Cheng, just do it." Go back and send one to the brigade commander. ”