Zhu Xiangjun originally thought that the rice of the command company was quite delicious. Although I was full, I still barely ate the remaining half bowl.

But now there was a soldier who poured a whole bowl of rice into the ditch by the roadside. This made Zhu Xiangjun very angry all of a sudden. Especially that Hu Qiang, as a company commander, didn't care about this kind of waste of food. He was even angrier. criticized Hu Qiang in person.

Hu Qiang now realizes that what he just thought was wrong. He hurriedly asked Zhou Jun to send someone to clean up the poured rice.

Zhu Xiangjun only now let everyone get into the car again. After a while, the train was set off again.

It's night, and Zhu Xiangjun can't stay in his 'car'. He had to sleep and rest, so he had to sleep in the shed of one of the military vehicles of the command company.

Zhu Xiangjun went to sleep in the back compartment of a military vehicle where Hu Qiang, Zhou Jun, and the cadres of the command company where the platoon commander and the third platoon commander lived together.

Zhu Xiangjun was a little angry now, and after he got in the car, he went to sleep without saying anything. Hu Qiang and Zhou Jun saw that the battalion commander was angry, and they stopped chatting. One by one, they made their own beds and went to sleep.

The officers and men of the regiment are now asleep. But the train was still working, it was rushing forward all the time.

In this way, after running all night, the train departed from the small station on the way to the end point. This is a prefecture and city in a northern province called Guangming City. The shooting range where the artillery regiment trains live ammunition is under the jurisdiction of this Guangming City.

Now the train stopped in the city of light. It's like ** o'clock in the morning. The weather was not very good that day. It is said that the north should always be 'sunny'. However, on the day when Zhu Xiangjun and his troops arrived in that city, it was very cold. After a while, it started to rain lightly.

The train stopped at the train station in Guangming City. Now the regiment commander ordered each battalion to organize its own personnel to get out of the car. Then, according to the previous arrangement, the 'motorized' drove into a military compound near the shooting range in this Guangming City.

That unit lives here all year round to guard the range. At the same time, it is also to welcome this from all directions. 'Combat' personnel of all arms and units who went to this shooting range for drills!

At present, Zhu Xiangjun's artillery regiment has to go here every year for live-fire training. Naturally, the unit also had a temporary room for the artillery regiment to live in.

All this is done according to the procedures of previous years. Now the various companies of the artillery regiment drive their own military vehicles. It was a mighty drive from the railway station to the compound of the troops stationed near the shooting range.

Although it was the first time that Zhu Xiangjun came out for live-fire training. However, because he is reborn, he is naturally familiar with the environment here.

Now Zhu Xiangjun commanded dozens of vehicles in the battalion and drove to the compound of the troops guarding the shooting range.

According to the usual practice, the head of the regiment drew lots for the allocation of rooms. Because the rooms assigned to the artillery regiment by this unit are not the same as good or bad. Some are more shabby, some are newer.

Now, if it is divided according to the first battalion, the second battalion, the third battalion, and the fourth battalion, it will inevitably seem unfair, that is, the battalion that has been assigned to a relatively poor room will think, why should other battalions live in good rooms, and let us camp in bad rooms.

In this regard, the head of the regiment and the political commissar thought of a way, they should not be offended by anyone, so this is a method of drawing lots. So. Then no one has anything to say.

This time, for Zhu Xiangjun, he also agreed with this approach, after all, it was fairer.

Now all the troops to those little yards behind. The regiment commander began to ask the commanders of the four battalions to draw lots in front of him. …,

"Zhu Xiangjun, it's the first time you've come to this shooting range, so let's draw one first!" At this time, the head of the regiment came over with a few signatures that he had written in advance. He came to Zhu Xiangjun and wanted him to smoke, after all, Zhu Xiangjun was the first time he came to this shooting range in their eyes.

But for Zhu Xiangjun, of course he knew that those rooms were good and those were bad. If they get a share, in fact, their four battalions won't be able to get a good room! After all, the room in the back of this is not very good. If this is divided, it starts with the 123rd battalion. The four battalions, of course, were not good.

The regimental commander also seemed to understand that this allocated room was not good for the fourth battalion. But this lottery, how can it take care of the four battalions. After all, Zhu Xiangjun is a first-class hero in the regiment. You have to take care of it!

The regiment commander now put his palm in front of Zhu Xiangjun and let Zhu Xiangjun pick it. When Zhu Xiangjun first looked at it, he still felt that he was picking first, what was the point, it wasn't the same luck!

But Zhu Xiangjun took a closer look, and the number in the hand of the regiment commander found a 'problem'. That is, one of the four small paper balls is a little larger than the others. Of course, you have to look at it carefully, then you can see it. If you're not serious, you'll think it's pretty much the same.

Zhu Xiangjun looked at the paper ball in the hand of the regiment commander. Then I looked at the face of the head of the regiment. He saw that the head of the group was just smiling at him, and he didn't know what the head of the group was smiling.

However, Zhu Xiangjun still felt that the larger paper ball must have been deliberately left to him by the regiment commander. On this one, he didn't hesitate to pinch the larger paper ball.

The regiment commander smiled at Zhu Xiangjun again, which made the other battalion commanders start to smoke.

Zhu Xiangjun carefully opened the small paper ball now, only to see a big '1' written on it. He knew that he was smoking the No. 1 courtyard. This is the best of the four courtyards assigned to the artillery regiment.

The dozen or so rooms here are in good condition. Because it was later repaired, this is naturally better than the others in a small courtyard.

Of course, the worst thing in this is the No. 3 courtyard, which is very dilapidated. There are also many rooms where it is still raining. The weather is not good now, and if you live in it, you have to clean it up.

Now that Zhu Xiangjun has drawn a good room, he is naturally very happy. After all, people have some selfishness. Zhu Xiangjun is no exception, not to mention, this is not something for him to take advantage of alone, if that is the case, then he will definitely not take advantage.

Now that he's got a good room, it's a good thing for the whole camp. Now the weather has turned colder. If the room is 'running away from the wind', then living in it will definitely be uncomfortable. If you can't live in a good room, you must have to work again as soon as you get off the bus. I still don't know that the camp will live in this No. 3 courtyard!