What is a veteran oil?

It's called veteran oil!

Don't talk to me about training, that's your activist's business.

I don't join the party, I make up for the exam, I don't stay in the team to become volunteers, I don't want everything from you, I will mix until I leave the army and go home.

In fact, most of the troops have a handful of such soldiers, they hang the rank of veterans, never absent from morning exercises, never absent from late roll call, and organize training will also be present, just practice for a while and shout to rest, and then sit under the shade of the tree, how can they pull up.

All their training subjects hovered between good and excellent, occasionally touching which nerve they don't know, and they may get excellent results if they are energetic, but the level is always as stable as a straight line, and there will be no improvement.

They are most enthusiastic about talking about what kind of food the cooking class eats at noon or at night today, whether there are good dishes, and there is a great resentment towards the cooking class always making steamed buns in the morning, saying why they don't make steamed buns, and then angrily pointing at Sang and scolding Huai.

They like to put old qualifications in front of recruits, saying that they are veterans, and if they don't understand, they say "you recruit knows a fart", and then pretend to be grandsons in front of the squad leader, saying that you are the backbone, and we can't compare!

Then my favorite is the shade of the trees, the grass next to the equipment field, and the cement pier next to the basketball court, on which you can sit and smoke a cigarette and talk about the old age. As long as there is an index of going out every week, the most positive is always them, and when they come back, they will brag about which factory their fellow is in to introduce him to a beautiful girl.

In short, they like to test on the verge of violating discipline, and they know that in peacetime, as long as it is not a serious violation of discipline, it will not go to court-martial, and it will not be like in a real war, as long as the superior who violates discipline can destroy you with one shot.

To use a fashionable saying, I'll rub it, I won't go in, what can you do with me?

That's right, this kind of person is the veteran oil.

When a soldier is old, he will be oiled, and the older he gets, the more oily he becomes.

For a moment, he seemed to understand Chen Qingming, in Chen Qingming's era, Zhao Fugui did not dare to be so presumptuous.

It's just that he knows very well that Yan Yan and himself are soldiers of the same year, and soldiers in the same year are in charge of soldiers in the same year, and psychologically he has not lost anything.

What's more, Zhuang Yan himself was not having a good time in the Eighth Company, and he stayed in the team and came back, this matter had already spread throughout the company, and it was said that Zhuang Yan had offended the company commander and instructor.

In this case, I am afraid that he will dry his hair.

Looking at Zhao Fugui's appearance of bullying the weak and fearing the hard, he solemnly felt that if he really dared to pull out a gun to enforce discipline during the war, he would collapse.

Just not right now.

The troops have long said that they must lead the troops in a civilized manner.

Yan Yan has his own opinion on this matter.

said that he didn't fight soldiers, and solemnly thought that he couldn't deliberately abuse and torture soldiers like Chen Qingming, but if you want Yin Xiancong, or a squad leader like Lao Qi, when you can't run, wave your belt behind you and whip you twice to refresh you, is it considered a beating? If you take a gun and aim at a bird in the tree with a gun in your hand, and come up and kick you in the ass, does that count?

This is obviously not either!

Say not to scold the soldiers.

Most of the grassroots officers and men of the army will open their mouths and say a few words of "fuck" or "fuck it." Is this considered scolding?

It doesn't count. In the army, this is just a tone of expression, without this kind of scolding, maybe it doesn't have that flavor.

For example, when a company commander mobilized before a five-kilometer cross-country race organized by the battalion, one of them said: "Later, we will do our best, dare to fight, show our best level, and win the victory!" ”

And the other one came up, rolled up his sleeves, and scolded directly: "Damn, what are you all doing like a plague chicken!?" Who are we? We are the Eight Chains of Iron! Not big old! Later, Lao Tzu will run with you, whoever runs slower, I will smoke whom! I don't believe it, it's all one egg and two legs, and we can't win against their other companies! ”

You say, put together, who said that it is energetic?

If the soldiers of the unit listened to the words of the company commander in front, they would at most shout two slogans of "victory", and after listening to the mobilization of the company commander in the back, they would be sure to shout "Fuck the nine companies and seven companies!" "If I can't beat them, I'm my grandson!" ”

This is the peculiar conduct of the troops.

It's a decent armed force, it's a dignified violent group, and you have to talk in a humble way, isn't that a joke?

Want to be civilized?

This is not a university campus, the people who stay here are not scholars, among these soldiers, there are dead houses like Han Xiaobei, there are sticky, reliable and slippery guys like Zhao Fugui's kraft candy, and there are also people like Niu Dali who have only graduated from primary school and are full of brute force to subdue people who are stronger than themselves.

You can't beat, you can't scold, you can't touch or punish, this is not a soldier, this is a master! Let people offer!

Zhuang Zhuang wanted to beat Zhao Fugui very much, he believed that he definitely had this strength.

Thinking of Zhao Fugui's parallel goods in training, if he is bare-handed, it is no problem to deal with him three or five solemnly.

He stared at Zhao Fugui, a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and his gaze was like two bayonets, piercing Zhao Fugui's eyes.

Zhao Fugui wanted to hand a cigarette to Zhuang Zheng, but the cigarette was halfway through and froze.

After being solemnly stared at for half a minute, Zhao Fugui felt a chill down his spine, as if he was squatting in a morgue at twelve o'clock at night.

Goo-Du –

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, then squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Lao Zhuang...... Your face ......"

He swallowed again.

Because the solemn smile is more weird, and the eyes are more fierce.

Of course, Zhao Fugui knew what level of solemnity was.

In the entire company, there is no one who can engage with Zhuang Zhuang except Xu Xingguo. Not even serious.

Moreover, when he was a recruit, Zhuang Yan was a well-known dick soldier in the company, and the only recruit who dared to fight with Chen Qingming.

Zhao Fugui asked himself if he didn't have the courage and strength.

"Squad Leader......"

He changed his tune.

"You seem to want to hit me...... I'll tell you......"

He subconsciously moved backwards, looking left and right like a coward.

"Fighting now is a ...... of violating discipline"