Solemnly picked up a bun and tore off the top layer of dirty muddy skin.

To be honest, even though it looks a lot cleaner, it's still daunting, at least psychologically.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Solemn stuffed the bun into his mouth in the eyes of everyone and munched on it.

"Hmm! Delicious! Authentic pork belly filling! ”

He raised his head, looked at Han Zixuan defiantly, picked up another steamed bun, tore off the skin, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Brothers! They all came up and ate that thing! ”

Su Huikai roared loudly and raised his arms.

All the soldiers who were hesitating were greatly encouraged, and they came up one after another, picked up the steamed buns from the ground, cleaned them as much as possible, and stuffed them into their mouths.

"Delicious!"

"It's delicious!"

solemnly said loudly: "We haven't thanked the captain for giving us such delicious buns today, we want to say thank you, right?" ”

"Thank you, Captain, for the steamed buns!"

Everyone roared out with the largest decibels, as if they wanted to pour all the fatigue and resentment in their bodies into their voices and vent them.

Han Zixuan suddenly smiled, nodded vigorously, gave a thumbs up to Zhuang Zheng, didn't speak, and turned to leave.

Zhang Zhiang came over, followed Han Zixuan's side, looked at the direction of the cheering and thunderous ditch, and said with a smile: "That kid is really good, I'm afraid he is also a dick soldier in the original army." ”

"If you don't have a dick, you can't make a weapon." Han Zixuan said: "The better the steel, the more difficult it is to forge a sharp blade." When I was a soldier, I wasn't a master of peace. ”

"Just now, Deputy Sun called and said that he was ready and could go over at any time."

"Okay, you send the people who quit the training back first, and settle down." Han boasted: "In addition, ask the hygienist to give them the insecticide pills as soon as possible and watch them eat them." ”

"Yes!" Zhang Zhiang saluted and turned to leave.

In the northern part of a province, the headquarters of the D division, a room in the guest house.

Yan Fang, head of the Military Region's Training Department, took off his glasses, picked up the teacup on the corner of the table, and wanted to take a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

On the desktop in front of him, there was a pile of documents.

This time, I have been squatting in Division D for more than ten days.

According to the plan, I will stay here for 15 days, and I will have 5 days to leave.

This year, Division D began to be equipped with new self-propelled guns, and the old towed guns gradually began to be phased out, and there will be drastically different changes in the training program.

In order to familiarize officers and men with the new type of artillery in the shortest possible time, the military region organized a training camp for backbone running soldiers some time ago, and more than 1,000 backbone cadres from various artillery units of the military region were concentrated in the military region for intensive study.

Now, after three months of training, these backbones have returned to their respective units to take on the backbone of new artillery training, but the results are believable.

Yan Fang is a veteran soldier who has participated in the Southern Xinjiang Campaign and knows the situation of the grassroots troops very well, so he really can't put his mind at ease if he doesn't personally come down to the scene to supervise.

The tea jar was brought to his mouth, but he suddenly found that there was no tea in it.

Leave the desk with the cup, go to the coffee table, pick up the kettle and fill your tea jar with water.

Yan Fang felt a little tired.

Old, after all, old.

Yan Fang suddenly felt a sense of heroic twilight, put down the tea jar, stretched his waist, and turned his waist.

There was an injury, a small piece of shrapnel embedded in the bone that could not be removed, and the doctor warned him to pay attention to rest, and he always felt a little numb after sitting for a long time.

Picking up the teapot again and walking to the balcony, Yan Fang drank tea while looking at the surrounding green trees and wildflowers planted in the courtyard of the guest house.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and it was already half past four in the afternoon.

Yang Guoqing, the head of this regiment, said that he would come here at half past four to see him and report on his work.

Yan Fang is quite satisfied with the new artillery equipment and training work here, and it seems that there is no need to stay for the remaining five days, and after listening to the report, he can directly drive back to the military region, sort out the report of this squatting in the evening, and report the situation to the relevant heads of the military region tomorrow.

The regiment commander here, Yang Guoqing, knows his roots, when he was the battalion commander, he served as a soldier under his own hands, watching this kid change from a rookie to an artillery regiment commander.

However, now the time has come, and the people have not yet come.

This was not like Yang Guoqing's usual style, Yan Fang couldn't help frowning.

How to do it!

He was a little displeased.

Soldiers must be punctual, especially commanders, every action on the battlefield must be carried out accurately and every minute to ensure that the entire battlefield plan can be implemented, otherwise it is easy to cause unnecessary sacrifices of soldiers.

Drinking tea slowly, Yan Fang's eyes kept staring at the door of the guest house.

When the minute hand pointed to 44 minutes, after being 4 minutes late, the 212 jeep of the regiment commander Yang Guoqing drove into the courtyard gate.

The car door opened, and Yang Guoqing sweated profusely and rushed to the building of the guest house, disappearing at the entrance downstairs.

Yan Fang returned to his room, sat back in his chair, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

There was a sound in my ears of Officer Yang Guoqing's leather shoes stepping on the floor, and soon, there was a knock at the door.

Tuk Tuk Tuk –

"Come in."

Yang Guoqing pushed the door in, just entered the door, saluted, and shouted, "Old chief!" Then he began to criticize himself.

"Old chief, I'm really sorry, I was going to go out, but I was stopped by someone in the military region, and I had to arrange something, so I had to go back and arrange for the deputy head to receive them, and I came over first, but I still delayed a little time."

Hearing that it was someone from the military region, Yan Fang opened his eyes, looked at Yang Guoqing and said, "People from the military region? Who's coming? ”

Yang Guoqing said: "It's not a big deal, it's a second lieutenant of the 'Red Arrow' brigade of the military region, named Sun Hongchuan, who said that he came to borrow a place to rest and recuperate, and their squad is training in the nearby mountains and wants to find a place to bathe and rest." ”

"Red Arrows? Sun Hongji? Yan Fang's eyes lit up.

"That's right, it's called Sun Hongchuan." Yang Guoqing asked: "Do you know the old chief?" ”

Yan Fang said: "The whole person just arrived in the military region the year before last, and he is a top student in the special operations major in the Army Academy. ”

"He also brought in some people, saying that the soldiers who were selected for training were all selected from various group armies, but it seems that they were all eliminated." Yang Guoqing said: "Those soldiers, they look really embarrassed, they are smelly, I can smell them from more than ten meters away, the soldiers of the Red Arrow Brigade are really terrible for training, and two of them fainted, I arranged to send them to our regimental health team." ”

Yan Fang sat in the chair, thought about it, and suddenly became interested, and said, "Let's go, take me to have a look." ”

"Old chief...... Where to? ”

"Of course, I'm going to see the training soldiers of the Red Arrow Brigade." Yan Fang didn't say a word, picked up his hat and buckled it on his head, and went downstairs in a hurry.

Yang Guoqing was stunned in the room for a moment, then woke up like a dream and chased out the door.

"Old chief, what about the work report?"

"Talk as you walk on the road!" Yan Fang didn't look back, and his voice disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

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