"Report to the battalion commander! The eighth company of recruits has been assembled, it should be 98 people, but it is 98 people, please instruct! ”

"Report to the battalion commander! The ninth company of recruits has been assembled, there should be 93 people, but it is 93 people, please instruct! ”

"Report to the battalion commander! The eight companies of the three battalions of infantry have been assembled, and there should be 64 people, but there are 64 people, please instruct! ”

……

In each company's square, company commanders in camouflage uniforms and carrying boxes of binoculars and pistols kept running out.

After a series of reports, the battalion commander Teng Wenji issued the final instructions in an orderly manner: "All companies should be brought into the predetermined air defense area to conceal!" ”

Air defense zone?

What the hell is this!?

The team moved, and Zhuang Zheng could only run with a slurry.

However, he was in awe of the veteran who could run fast with a big iron shell on his back, and that thing was at least a few dozen pounds.

The camp was already full of cars covered with camouflage nets, and some of them even had anti-aircraft machine guns set up on them.

There was a tense atmosphere everywhere.

"Serious, serious...... solemnly ran and pulled the sleeves of his serious shirt and asked: "Did you say there was really a war?" ”

"It's not...... It's ......"

"Who's talking! Isn't it you, solemn! Yin Xiancong, who was running in front of the team, turned his head and glared at solemnly: "You talk a lot!" ”

solemnly stuck out his tongue and didn't dare to say anything more.

Got on the bus, one in each row.

In the dark, the scene outside the car was blurred.

The car followed the road and then began to turn into the mountains.

These Dongfeng military trucks were extremely fast, driving in a traffic jam on the winding mountain roads, and some of the recruits soon began to retch.

Sitting at the back of the car, the solemn one quietly lifted the tarpaulin on the rear of the car and looked out, and found that the vehicle was driving on a narrow mountain road, and the wheels on one side were almost running over the roadbed.

That's not all that makes him feel distracted.

The entire battalion convoy didn't turn on the headlights, but only turned on a small running light.

Although there is a little light in the morning, it is simply a stroke of life to turn on like this!

"me!"

He stuck out his tongue and retracted into the car, screaming under his breath.

"Solemn, what the hell are you shouting!?" Yin Xiancong sat on the opposite side of the solemnity, and the finder boy looked around, and immediately scolded: "If you dare to move again, I will let you get out of the car and run with the car!" ”

In the thin morning mist, the convoy finally stopped in the mountains.

"All companies will be led away and enter the predetermined area to hide!" The battalion commander, Teng Wenji, did not rally his troops, but shouted at every car parked on the mountainside.

After getting out of the car, he solemnly began to run up the hill with his own line.

The early morning dew will wet the training clothes, which is hot inside and cold outside, and the taste is very unpleasant.

"Stop!"

After running a few hundred meters, Adai stopped the team.

"Get into position!"

Position?

Solemnly look around the circle.

On the mountainside, the convoy had disappeared, and it was impossible to see where the cars were hiding.

"Follow me from Class 4!"

Yin Xiancong took the lead, and the recruits of the fourth class could only shuttle through the bushes in a daze.

Soon, Yin Xiancong, the leader, pushed aside a bush in front of him, revealing a red brick entrance.

"Go down!" He said.

After entering the gap, solemn only then did he see that this was a trench two meters deep. It seems that there are no longer a few such trenches around, they are all built under a mess of lush grass and low trees, and people jump into them and see nothing.

This seemingly ordinary hill was dotted with military bunkers and trenches, and everyone advanced in the darkness and hid silently in the darkness.

The trench is a cement mixed brick structure, some years old, the walls are covered with various ferns and moss, and the soles of the feet are slippery mud, and stepping on them feels like skating.

Yin Xiancong raised his hand: "Stop!" We are here to hide, not to make a sound, to avoid the light, not to make a sound. ”

"Whew-" solemnly exhaled, he now vaguely knew that this was not a war, and his interest was just a rehearsal.

As for what the drill was, he didn't know, and he wasn't interested in knowing.

However, he was dragged into the mountains early in the morning on the first day of the Lunar New Year and thrown in this cold and wet ghost place, and he would not be in a good mood if he was anyone.

He lifted his head and saw that the top of his head was completely obscured by the bushes, and he could not even see the sky.

It was pitch black inside the trenches, and only faces could be faintly seen.

Where the squad leader Yin Xiancong is, solemn himself doesn't know.

"The ...... of the New Year"

solemnly bowed his head and beckoned, finally found a stone, dragged it over and sat on it, pulled out his gun and leaned on his shoulder, and sighed in a low voice: "The soldier has not even had a good ......life for the New Year."

In the mountains in spring, the plants exude a fresh fragrance, and the branches and leaves hang with crystal dew.

All the recruits were next to each other, holding guns and carrying equipment, looking through the weeds by the ditch to see the little bit of the sky, and there were stars in the sky, blinking their eyes, flashing and flashing, and it was very beautiful.

In the distance, out of nowhere, there were one or two scattered firecrackers in the mountain village.

Suddenly, solemnly heard the sound of someone sobbing, gently, suppressively, for a while......

Solemn looked in the direction from which the voice came, and it was too dark in the trench to see anything.

Yin Xiancong pressed his throat and asked, "Who?" Who's crying? ”

Zhuang looked left and right, but unfortunately he couldn't see clearly, and he didn't know who was crying.

Zheng Zheng then heard the sound of equipment colliding, and it was obvious that Yin Xiancong was coming this way.

"What are you crying about!"

Sure enough, it was Yin Xiancong's voice.

"Squad leader...... I...... I'm so homesick......"

The voice was a little hoarse, as if trying to control his emotions.

Solemnly listened, and suddenly felt a little sour in his nose for some reason.

Who doesn't want to be home?

He touched Guo Xiangyang next to him with his elbow and asked in a low voice, "Old Guo, who is crying?" ”

Guo Xiangyang, who was in the dark, moved to this side, tried to keep his voice to the lowest and said, "Xiao Heng is crying......"

"Alas......" solemnly sighed softly.

Zuo Xiaoheng in Lao Guo's mouth is also a recruit in the fourth class. He was the youngest in the platoon, only 16 years old.

At first, everyone thought that his short stature, baby face and white tender flesh were innate, until one day when he was taking a bath, someone finally discovered the secret of Xiao Zuo's body.

"Holy shit! Look! Look! Zuo Xiaoheng's ** has few hairs! ”

At that time, the natural baths of the boot camp consisted only of the large open well.

When bathing, the sky is covered, and the tree is the wall, and there is no cover.

No matter how cold the weather is, no matter how bitter the north wind is, the recruits will also go there to bathe.

In the low temperature of minus four or five degrees in the south, you have a bucket, I have a bucket, and I have a bucket, and I pour well water on my head, and I can't stand the cold and sing.

The desolate wilderness, the cold well water, and the bare muscles and homesick songs of the soldiers, there is a unique sensuality of a man in the wildness.

Zuo Xiaoheng's age was completely exposed under the moonlight of that night bath, and the situation at that time could only be described as a sensation, as if everyone had discovered a modern version of Mulan.

In the helpless situation where everyone threatened to pull out the few hairs, Zuo Xiaoheng confessed for the first time the fact that he was only 16 years old, and also confessed to the armed minister who received a few hardcover white sand cigarettes from his hometown.