Leaving the office, Lei Yan carried his bags all the way back to the dormitory, and when he passed by the training ground, he habitually glanced at it and couldn't help frowning.

Many companies were conducting daily training, but Lei Yan looked around and didn't see anyone from a reconnaissance company.

What's going on? Usually, the reconnaissance company trains the most, but what's wrong now, there is not even a single figure

Have they all gone into the mountains? Maybe, after all, the reconnaissance company has to run back and forth into the mountains every time.

Lei Yan thought about going back to pack up and quickly join the training, and lay in the hospital for several times, feeling weak, his muscles were itchy, and he let his comrades fall behind without practicing.

Thinking of this, Lei Yan couldn't help but speed up his pace, and when he arrived at the door of the dormitory, there was no movement inside, and it was estimated that there was really no one.

Lei Yan pushed the door in, but was startled.

Everyone was in the dormitory, but everyone was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a pen and writing intently.

Lei Yan even suspected that he had entered the wrong room, was this still the noisy dormitory?

The usual frolicking scene disappeared completely, and everyone looked engrossed.

"What happened? Was the collective punished? ”

Lei Yan stood at the door with a surprised face, and didn't even dare to enter the house.

Hearing the voice, everyone raised their heads, and when they saw Lei Yan, they immediately showed a surprised expression.

"Our hero is back!" The old cannon got up and hugged Lei Yan.

"Hey, you're finally back, I thought you had braided your hair." Chu Xiong walked over and bumped his fist with Lei Yan.

"Leizi, I'm back just in time, I'm worried that you won't be able to catch up!" Xiwa waved the paper in her hand.

"What the hell are you doing?" Lei Yan walked to his bed, put his things down and asked curiously.

"Everyone is writing applications for the selection of special forces." Lao Cannon explained.

"Huh? Is the order down? Lei Yan asked in surprise, afraid that he had missed something.

"Not yet, but you have to hand in the application first, you can write it quickly, and it will be delivered to Chen Pai in the evening."

The old cannon walked over with a pen and paper and handed it to Lei Yan, turned his head and glanced at Lei Yan's collar, was slightly stunned, and then twitched the corners of his mouth.

Among them, there is appreciation for Lei Yan, but also loss of himself.

Once upon a time, Lei Yan was still a waste soldier that everyone looked down on, everyone thought that he would be kicked out of the army sooner or later, who would have thought that in just one year, he would become a man of the year in the whole military region.

What a merit and what a glory it is for a man to change an exercise, what a man's victory over an army.

And although he is excellent in all aspects, he can't be as good as Lei Yan after all.

It's not that there is no chance, it's not bad luck, it's just not that desperate.

Lao Pao is never a complainer, and he will not make excuses for himself, if he can't do it, he can't do it.

Even if it was himself who escaped, he was afraid that he would not be able to complete this task, because of the problem of thinking, he didn't think about decapitation at all.

I have to admire the thinking of young soldiers, who are much more open-minded than these veterans.

"Thank you, squad leader!" Lei Yan took the pen and paper, and at the same time noticed the loss of the old cannon.

But he didn't have anything, silence is better than sound at this time, and more will only make others think more, and mistakenly think that he is showing off.

Except for the old artillery, no one noticed that Lei Yan's rank had changed to second lieutenant, let alone himself.

The dormitory quickly returned to calm, everyone was busy writing applications, this is a big deal, as scouts want to join the special forces, it is not only an honor but also an opportunity to prove themselves.

Lei Yan took a pen and paper and lay on the head of the bed and thought for a while, and he didn't know what to write when he wrote an application for the first time, so he bit the pen and thought about it.

I didn't have a clue after thinking about it for a while, so I got up and ran to Xiwa to take a look, I wanted to see how people wrote, but I found out that Xiwa held back more than a dozen words after holding back half of it, and it was better to be herself.

Helpless, Lei Yan had to continue to think, there was nothing to write about anyway, and in the end Lei Yan wrote his views on the special forces.

No matter what, the university is not on the list, there is still a lot of ink in the stomach, it is much easier to write at the beginning, splash ink, pen and snake, in less than a time, an application of nearly 500 words was written.

It's just that I didn't write much about serious things, and I wrote about the feelings of encountering special forces during the exercise.

In fact, the application is just a formality, and if you really want to get a place in the special forces selection, you have to look at your strength.

Each reconnaissance unit has 10 selection slots, and two conditions need to be met to get them.

First, the overall quality of the reconnaissance detachment ranks among the top 10.

Second, the soldier who submitted the application.

So, even though the application doesn't mean anything, the process has to go through, and without submitting the application, you are not eligible to compete for the only precious spot.

Before dinner, the old cannon collected all the applications in the squad and handed them over to the company office, including himself, of course.

Lao Pao is similar to Chen Pao, his only dream is to become a special soldier, and he has been working hard for this goal all these years.

One of his phrases often is, "To be a soldier is to be the best soldier." ”

Someone asked him what the best soldier was, but he said, "There is no best, only better." ”

The old cannon came out of the office and happened to meet Lei Yan, who was about to shoot two shots after eating.

I hadn't touched a sniper rifle for a few days, and it felt like a newlywed wedding when I picked it up today.

In the eyes of a true sniper, the gun is his lover, and even more.

"What are you going for?" The old cannon saw Lei Yan carrying a gun from a long distance.

"Practicing guns, I haven't hit targets for a few days, and my hands are itchy!" Lei Yan smiled.

"That's right, I'm going to eat too!" The old cannon came to the front with words, and the two walked to the shooting range together.

"Good job, now do I have to be called the chief too?" The old cannon glanced at Lei Yan's rank of second lieutenant.

"Squad leader, I don't like to hear you say that, even if I become a commander, it is also a soldier you brought out, you can't forget your roots, and you can't be ungrateful when you are a soldier, isn't this what you taught me?"

Lei Yan's smile disappeared, his face was serious, and he said extremely seriously, being a soldier is not an official, and Lei Yan doesn't want to be an official, he just wants to be the best soldier, dedicate himself to his mission, and advocate honor.

"I'm kidding you, don't take it so seriously." The old cannon patted him on the shoulder.

"Squad leader, whether it's a joke or not, you remember, you will always be my squad leader."

Lei Yan finished "snapping" and saluted a military salute.

"You also remember, no matter how far you go, you will always be my brother!" The old cannon raised his hand and saluted.

The two soldiers stood opposite each other on the empty training ground, looking at each other, and interpreting the friendship of their comrades-in-arms with military etiquette.