"Wow-"

Without warning, the solemn firewood scattered, and all the firewood was scattered all over the place, rolling everywhere.

"Holy!"

Solemnly holding his own pick, stupid.

After a while, he remembered that he was going to rescue his two bundles of firewood, so he hurried to pick up the firewood, and learned from the Yang Songlin to yard and tie it well, but he couldn't make a pick—the firewood was tightly bundled, and the picker could not be inserted; When it was loosened, the pick was inserted into the back and the shoulders were scattered again.

After a few failures, the solemnity began to crumble.

Tiredness and impatience gush out like spring water in the eye of a spring, and the more anxious you are, the more you can't tie it well, and the more you can't tie it well, the more anxious you are.

After the last attempt failed, Zhuang Zheng was so angry that he kicked the firewood and scattered it to the ground.

He sat on the side of the road, angry with himself, unwilling to move again.

Take out the kettle, unscrew the lid and pour it to your mouth, there is no water.

Shake it, no sound, because it was empty.

water, also drunk up.

At this time, the anxious mood is like the scorching sun overhead, burning the solemn heart.

"Malegobi!"

He scolded hatefully, but he didn't know who he was scolding, maybe who was scolding.

It's really so tiring......

Sitting on the cement road, the sweat on the solemn body dripped down the clothes, and a clear watermark was printed on the cement pavement......

Chai can't get it right, I'm so anxious that I'm crazy, and I'm helpless, and the incomparable depression mixed with fatigue makes people feel like they're going crazy.

"Doodle-"

In the distance, there was a melodious trumpet sound from the teaching team, which was the closing trumpet, indicating that it was time for lunch.

Soon, there was a loud queue slogan of "one, two, three, four" - the gathering was ready for dinner.

It was only more than 500 meters away from his own brigade, and he couldn't go back.

There was a strong sense of frustration and powerlessness in the solemn state.

After being admitted to the teaching brigade and participating in the training of the pre-promotion squad leader, he was full of confidence for a while, thinking that there was nothing he could not do, as long as he was willing to do it, as long as he was willing to endure hardships, then he would definitely be able to do it.

However, in the face of the small pile of firewood in front of him, he was blind.

Suddenly, a green Beijing Cecchino drove from the direction of the division headquarters and drove all the way in the direction of the teaching brigade.

Zhuang Zhuang suddenly panicked.

Don't look at this cement road, which is only more than three meters wide, in addition to passing through the teaching team, it can also lead to the 271st Regiment artillery camp and other places, which is a main road in the huge camp of the division headquarters.

It was not this road that made Zhuang Zhuang panic, but this kind of car.

In the 1st Division, the Beijing Cherokee is generally the car of the division-level cadres, and when they solemnly see the Cherokee from a distance, the person bounces up from the ground, moves the firewood to the side of the road, and then stands upright, and when the car passes by, he "snaps" and salutes a military salute.

He read the license plate.

It was the No. 3 car in the division.

It is said that this is the car of the famous deputy commander Cai of the 1st Division.

And this Deputy Division Commander Cai, although he has never met solemnly, is said to be a character who has fought in the Southern Xinjiang Campaign, has made outstanding achievements, has been trained ruthlessly, and is feared by everyone.

As a private, solemn was of course a little nervous.

Because the road was so narrow, although the firewood was solemnly dragged to the side of the road, the Cherokee slowed down and carefully bypassed.

When the car was far away, Zhuang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and continued to arrange his firewood, but no matter how hard he tried, those hateful firewood did not listen to his command at all, and the situation did not improve at all, and twenty minutes passed, and Zhuang Yan still failed to arrange the firewood.

Standing under the scorching sun, he felt like he was going crazy.

The dark green Chekino appeared in sight again, this time from the teaching brigade to the division headquarters.

Passing by solemn side, the car stopped beside him and stood solemnly and nervously.

The glass window was rolled down, and there was no deputy division commander Cai with the rank of colonel in the car, but only a volunteer with an arrow hanging on his shoulder.

The volunteer stretched out his head, looked solemnly, snorted coldly, and said loudly: "You rookie egg!" Why hasn't it been done for so long? You're still the advance squad leader of the teaching team! You can't get a bundle of firewood, and it's really useless! Be a fart squad leader? ”

After speaking, he threw a pair of white eyes to Zhuang Zheng, retracted his head, raised the window, kicked the accelerator, and walked away in the roar.

Standing solemnly on the side of the road, he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.

A feeling of grievance, desolation, and helplessness penetrated the shoes and socks on the soles of his feet from the hot cement pavement, and ran down the blood all over his body......

He grabbed a piece of firewood, threw it aside, sat on the ground, and suddenly began to cry bitterly.

I kept asking myself, why did I come to be a soldier? Why do you want to have a good life at home? Why come here to suffer? Why do others have to get a bundle of firewood here that can't get along with themselves when they have a meal?

These questions stuffed his throat like a lump of numbness, and tears snapped to the ground.

Cry, cry and feel good.

No, you can't train at home, so you can't tie firewood; The temper is too stubborn, so you have to fight to teach the team; You were cheated by your own father, and this kind of front-line combat unit came to the pit, so you are considered to be mixed for three years.

But you are wrong again, this is the barracks, the barracks are the places where soldiers are trained, there are guns here, there is sweat and blood, there is no lack of flying youth and dust here, but there are no tears here, there are no weak people here.

Are you crying?

Then you cry well, cry out, and it will be comfortable......

A hand suddenly slapped on his shoulder, jumped solemnly, quickly stopped crying, and looked up to see Luo Xiaoming standing in front of him.

"Squad leader......" He stood up suddenly, and as soon as he opened his mouth and said half a sentence, tears slid down his eyes again.

"Cry a fart!" Luo Xiaoming said disapprerovingly, "Horse urine flows at every turn!" Are you like this, like our soldiers? What should we do as soldiers? Blood, sweat and tears! Remember! ”

When it was over, Luo Xiaoming walked in front of the firewood, divided by two, and the bundle of firewood, which was not neat at all, became obedient, and soon became stronger than the bundle that Yang Songlin helped him.

"Come back with me!" Luo Xiaoming, the acting district captain, spoke like a division commander.

When he finishes speaking, picking up firewood is like carrying a load of lightly fluttering grass straw.

Solemnly followed behind Luo Xiaoming, the captain of the acting district, and walked to the big arch made of cement and marble of the teaching team in the distance, with a red banner hanging on the gate - blood, sweat and tears, skin and flesh without falling behind - XXXXX troop teaching brigade.

If you were outside the gate of the teaching team of a certain unit of the G Military Region at noon on June 29 of that year, you would definitely see the private who was wiping his tears and crying as he walked, and his sergeant squad leader who was walking in front with firewood.