The little accident came by chance.

The commander of the special service company in the regiment saw that the two cadres he had sent to the third battalion had not returned after lunchtime, and he had not received any reply, so he made a phone call to the third battalion headquarters to inquire about the situation.

As a battalion commander of a combat unit, Teng Wenji had already calculated everything, and even calculated the possibility that the special service company might give the cadres who came to the third battalion to pick up people receive a phone call.

He instructed the correspondent Xiao Wang to tell the other party when he received a phone call that the person who received the troops had left.

So, all is well.

But the sesame seeds fell into the tip of the needle.

Correspondent Xiao Wang drank too much tea that day, and his bladder was already overwhelmed, and he watched the two officers of the special service company walk out of the gate of the battalion headquarters, and the phone never rang.

Xiao Wang, who thought that everything was a foregone conclusion, put his mind at ease, covered his stomach and jumped towards the toilet, and when he passed by the health room, he shouted to the hygienist inside: "Lao Pang, help me look at the phone." ”

Since the urine had already broken through the control of the prostate, Xiao Wang disappeared behind the barracks of the battalion headquarters before he had time to speak.

At this critical moment, the phone rang.

The hygienist ran to answer the phone, put the microphone to his ear and listened for a few seconds, and then he said okay, okay, they haven't left yet, I'm going to call someone.

After that, he threw the microphone on the table, rushed out of the square of the battalion headquarters with his whirlwind legs, rushed to the bottom of the corridor, and shouted to the battalion commander and the officer of the special service company who had walked nearly 20 meters away: "Battalion commander, the special service company has called, saying that it is looking for the cadres of their company." ”

The weather was still cold that day, and the camp for lunch break was quiet.

The hygienist's Mandarin with a strong Sichuan accent resounded throughout the courtyard of the battalion headquarters, and even the correspondent Xiao Wang, who was urinating in the bushes under the hillside behind the battalion headquarters, could hear it clearly, and was so shocked that he almost didn't pee on his pants.

Battalion commander Teng Wenji later mentioned this incident and was furious, saying that a grenade was thrown into my brain at that time, and it exploded with a bang, blowing up Lao Tzu in a daze.

His original smile, his face full of delight for the plague god quickly melted like a popsicle roasting on a raging fire.

Turning his head with difficulty, he saw He Huan, who was walking more than ten meters away, and was about to go back to the row room to get a backpack and go to the "logistics department of the regiment headquarters" more than ten meters away.

He Huan stood in place like a sculpture, a pair of feet as if they were nailed, and a pair of eyes almost didn't fall to the ground.

He didn't train well, but he wasn't deaf yet.

He looked at his battalion commander with a strange gaze.

It's like watching a monster descend from an alien planet to Earth.

It was as hard as if a revolutionary saw a traitor who betrayed himself.

The cadres of the spy company didn't seem to realize that today's things had changed 180 degrees in a short moment, and they still smiled at Teng Wenji and said: "Battalion Commander Teng, I'll go to your office to answer the phone, maybe it's our company commander calling, you see, our company commander is an urgent person." ”

As soon as he turned around, before he could take a step towards the camp, a black image swept past him like a frightened mouse.

He Huan, who knew the truth, quit.

He rushed into the barracks, hugged the wooden legs of a table in the camp headquarters' office, and began to cry with tears and snot, like a child who had been trafficked, and wept heartbreakingly.

"I'm not going to the spy company! Battalion commander, you lied to me!! I'm not going to the spy company! You're all lying to me! ”

The miserable cries resounded through the camp and attracted a flood of spectators.

For a cowardly who can't even stay in an ordinary combat company, the regimental spy company is simply a hellish existence.

It's no wonder, let alone He Huan, who wants to be a deserter, when he solemnly went to the regiment to participate in the training and mobilization, he saw the strength of the veterans of the special service company.

The veterans' fists were covered with scars, a thick layer of calluses on them, and a bald patch on the forehead of the head, which was said to be the sequelae of the practice of head exercises.

At the training mobilization meeting that day, the veterans of the special service company smashed beer bottles on their skulls as if they were playful, crackling glass slag splashing everywhere.

Every time he smashed it, the solemn little heart in the stands jumped and his brows jumped, as if he had smashed on his own head......

The spy company is a model company in the regiment, and their training is to the death, and even push-ups have to be done with fists, and there is not a piece of good meat on their bodies.

For He Huan, who was born in a family of urban cadres, going to the army is just gilded, and it is just a good arrangement for retiring from the army in the future, and he didn't think about enduring hardships at all.

When he heard that he was not going to the logistics department of the regiment at all, but the hard-working spy company, he even trembled his legs.

He Huan, who was forced to be anxious, cried when he fell to the ground holding the foot of the bed, threatening to send him to the spy company and die for everyone to see.

The battalion commander Teng Wenji made a big red face, ashamed and annoyed, so he almost pulled He Huan out and shot him on the spot.

The receiving cadres of the special service company saw that He Huan turned out to be such a living treasure, and they didn't want to get into trouble, so they didn't answer the phone, and turned around and left without saying a word.

When he was about to lose the recruit battalion commander, he said: "You also pick up such a bad seed to the spy company?" None of your recruits in the third battalion can handle it? ”

The battalion commander Teng Wenji's face was so angry that his face was blue and white, and he couldn't speak, so he immediately asked people to call the military affairs section of the regiment to withdraw from the army.

The next day, He Huan's heartbroken parents rushed to the army again, and it took a while to dredge, and finally the leaders of the regiment simply arranged for him to go to the regiment guest house in order to prevent He Huan, the kid, from committing suicide.

After listening to the story, looking at He Huan, whose eyebrows were fluttering, solemnly clicked his mouth a few times, and said with a look of disgust: "How do I feel that you are telling your glorious history?" ”

He Huan's face turned red again, and he muttered: "I know it's disgraceful, but I can't help it, right?" Look at me, look at me, it's like a noodle, can it withstand the toss of the spy company? Doesn't this put all your life in it? ”

Think about yourself solemnly, in fact, once upon a time, how much better than the fellow next to you?

So he waved his hand and said, "Come on, I can't do your kind of shameless thing, you don't have a face, but I want it." ”

He Huan's eyes rolled around again, and said, "Isn't this the inspiration I inspired you." ”

After saying that, he leaned over and began to whisper in his solemn ear.

After a while, I finally listened to He Huan's clever plan.

Zhuang Zheng said with a skeptical face: "What you said is this, is it done?" ”

He Huan said: "Hey! You want to save face and be comfortable, this is already the best way for me! Listen to me, can I still trick you? ”