We began to sleep after eating in the afternoon, and slept until the next morning, and what woke us up was no longer tear gas, detonation bombs, etc., but returned to the normal wake-up whistle, we endured the most difficult days, and finally ended the assessment, but this does not mean that we can enter the special operations team, or be assigned to various special operations squadrons, because what will greet us next is no longer physical and mental torture, but it is a more difficult training and study.

When we woke up the next day, we had a morning exercise, ran five kilometers with our bare hands, and had breakfast, we were still resting, without any communication equipment, without any entertainment facilities, without going out, and the range of activities was only in the camp, and according to the internal affairs regulations, except for noon and night, we could not go to bed, and dozens of old men sat in the dormitory and chatted. This is the first time we've had a formal chat since we stepped into the Devil's Camp. In the process, we got to know each other and knew what the people around us were called, instead of looking at the numbers on each other's steel helmets and calling the numbers.

"Stand up!" One of the fighters, who was sitting in the doorway listening to us, suddenly shouted.

We all stood up immediately, it was none other than Lao Zhang who walked in, in fact, at the beginning of Hell Week, this perverted Lao Zhang appeared, and I don't know why it was rare to see him later, counting this time, the number of times the devil's camp saw him was counted on one hand.

"Sit, sit down, there's nothing to play in the training camp, I'll get you a few decks of playing cards." Lao Zhang shook a full dozen pokers in his hand and said.

"Thank you, instructor." A few fighters who were close immediately took it.

Lao Zhang looked around in our dormitory, and then walked to Lao Mao, "Come out with me." Lao Mao stood up and replied "yes", and went out with him. When the other people saw Lao Zhang leave the dormitory, they hurriedly opened the poker and started playing.

After a while, it was about the time of four or five rounds of dou landlords, Lao Mao came back and called another soldier to go to the training command room, and then after a while, the soldier also came back and called the next one, just like that, one called one, one called one, asked what they were doing in the past, and everyone refused to say.

I guess it's sorted according to our original Jing rank and military age, I, Lao Pang, Dunxiang and a few other conscripts are all senior soldiers, and Jing rank and military age are the lowest among them, so they are ranked last. Although we are talking and laughing when playing cards on the surface, we are actually a little panicked in our hearts, perhaps because people have a kind of curiosity and panic about unknown things, even if we are armed police soldiers.

Finally, the third-year soldier of the last original Jing rank non-commissioned officer came back, and the first conscription called me was me, and under the eyes of Lao Pang and Dunxiang, I went out of the dormitory and came to the training command room.

As soon as I entered the command room, what appeared in front of me was a row of cadres dressed in tabby special operations camouflage, and in the middle sat a colonel in regular uniform, and the lowest rank in it was also a captain. Triage? Although I thought so in my heart, I was full of questions, but people didn't say it, we didn't know, and we didn't dare to ask.

"Hello Chiefs!" I looked at so many cadres, and I didn't know their specific positions, so I just saluted and called the chief.

"Well, sit down." The colonel said with a squeezing hand.

"Yes!" Then he walked to a lonely chair in front of him and sat down.

"Chen Mo, a native of Nanjing, Jiangsu, has a political outlook and is a member of the league. A college student enlisted in the army, now 18 years old, before entering the training, he was a clerk of the X Squadron of the XX Detachment of the XX Provincial Headquarters of the Chinese People's Armed Police Force, with the rank of senior soldier. The captain read with a folder.

"Hmm." The Colonel nodded to the Captain who had just read my message.

"Chen Mo."

"Here!" As soon as the colonel called out, I immediately stood up and replied loudly.

"Don't be nervous, sit." The colonel looked at me and said with one hand pressed twice.

"Yes!" So I did it again.

"I have read your article on the information network of your detachment before, and it is very well written, and I heard Squadron Leader Zhang of the special operations squadron of your detachment say that your military quality is also quite outstanding, and you can be regarded as a soldier with a relatively top-notch comprehensive quality among your soldiers of the same year." The colonel said lightly.

"Thank you, Chief." A senior soldier faced the compliment of the colonel, and I really didn't know what to say except for the last sentence.

"Can you tell me why you want to enlist? Just sit down and say. The Colonel looked at me with a slight smile on his face, as if he was quite satisfied with me as a soldier.

"Report Chief! My family is rural, I don't have much money, and at the beginning I thought that after two years of compulsory discharge, I would be able to get a discharge fee, and then use this discharge fee to pay for college tuition. But then because of my instructor, my motivation for enlisting changed. ”

"Oh? How has it changed? Tell me about it. ”

"Yes, Chief. When I participated in the selection of special combat personnel organized by the detachment, I was unfortunately bitten by a snake and hospitalized, and when I was discharged from the hospital, I subdued a thief with the instructor, including walking on the road in a military uniform at that time, and the pedestrians on the road gave us a respectful look, I know that their respect is not because of who I am, but because I am wearing this military uniform. Therefore, I am proud to be a soldier of the Chinese People's Armed Police Force, and I am proud of the military uniform on my body. From that moment on, there was only one motive left for me to join the army, which was to exchange my youth for more people to live and work in peace and contentment. "Although I know that this is a bit of a pretense, in fact, it still works well.

When the colonel heard what I said, he even applauded, and several other cadres had no choice but to echo and applaud when they saw this.

"Well, yes, it seems that the army can still change a person, hehe." The Colonel laughed, with the air of a big man. "Then tell me, why do you want to join the special operations team?"

I guessed he would ask this question, but to be honest, I don't know why my head seems to be caught in the door, and the head is going to be trained in the squadron and come to the devil's camp for some hellish week, and we wanted to make up some more beautiful words, but I found that I really can't make up anything. "Report Chief! Actually, I don't know why I want to join the special combat team so much, and if I had to give me a reason, it would be because everyone I met wanted to join the special combat team. For example, the squad leader of my recruit company, for example, the squad leader after I got out of the company, one of them is now in the devil's battalion like me, and the other is already in the special operations squadron of our detachment, and I want to be like them. ”

"What kind of people?" The colonel continued.

"Report Chief! People who are not afraid of losing, but will never admit defeat. Just like my two squad leaders told me, the special combat team is the most elite armed force of our armed police force, and everyone is like a soldier king in each grassroots company, although I have never wanted to be a soldier king, but I also want to prove that I am not worse than anyone else! ”

"Then you tell me, what will happen to your family if you join the special combat team? Because the special combat team is no different from other grassroots companies, our task is to fight the criminals on the front line, and no one dares to guarantee that there will be no accidents. "A major asked me a question.

"Report to the chief, I wrote a poem when I joined the army. And with this clear will. ”

"Oh? Read it aloud and listen to it. The Colonel seemed to be in a sudden interest.

"Yes! Life should serve the country, and death should protect the soul of the country. The flag is rolled on the battlefield, and the horse leather shroud is returned. "I remember the poems I wrote on the train when I first joined the army.

"Good! A good sentence of the flag battlefield roll, the horse leather shroud is returned. But as you remember, we want the best of the best, not the dead who can only shout and kill. I'll be watching you for the rest of your training and studying! The Colonel slapped it on the table after listening to my poem and said.

"Yes! Rest assured, Chiefs! I saw that even a colonel was a little emotional, so I could only be more excited, and immediately stood up and saluted a standard military salute.