Regarding the grievances with Xu Xingguo, solemnity is often summed up in one sentence - the grievances of the previous life are counted in this life.

In many cases, solemnity has no choice but to accept the term fatalism.

Just as he was brought to serve as a soldier by Zhuang Zhenguo, who was his father, there was also a hardest and most tired army field unit.

Another example is that he gave the beer to Xu Xingguo to drink, which in his opinion was a buddy performance, but Xu Xingguo didn't appreciate it, and scolded him, treating it as a kind of humiliation.

However, what made Zhuang Zheng very unsettling the most was Xu Xingguo's words.

He said that he was going to teach the brigade and be the squad leader, and when he came back, he would tell the instructor and the company commander that he would transfer Zhuang Zhuang to his squad and let him call him squad leader every day.

Holy!

This is tolerable or intolerable.

Zhuang Zhuang imagined in his mind the situation of being a soldier under Xu Xingguo in the future, the kind of situation that made him stand up and call the squad leader......

Every time I think of this, I make Zhuang Zhuang a little deranged.

It's horrible.

It's even scarier than watching a horror movie.

In particular, Solemn finds himself falling into a pit that he has dug for himself.

Once upon a time, the deserter He Huan once said to Zhuang Zhuang in the recruit company of the battalion headquarters, if you want to participate in any hygienist training or very correspondent training, then it is best not to train too well.

He Huan also analyzed the truth.

Once your training results are good, you will be a useful soldier in the eyes of the company cadres, so who is willing to let the good soldiers in your company send out, leaving the bad soldiers to drag down the achievements of the entire company?

If the training is not good, if it reaches the point where the gods hate the ghosts, then the company cadres will send you away like sending the plague god.

Therefore, generally going to the training of hygienists, the training of correspondents, or the training team of the division, the soldiers who go are definitely not the first-class soldiers in the company.

But now because he is competitive with Xu Xingguo, he can't help but show his face, isn't this pushing himself into the fire pit?

Sure enough, the day after the solemn shooting exercise, before the second drill was completed, a car suddenly came from the company and picked up a recruit from the third platoon.

Zhuang Yan was very curious, and when he inquired, he found out that it was a candidate to participate in the hygienist training.

So far, whether it is regretting the green intestines, beating the feet and chest, anyway, the wood has been completed, the doom has been completed, the hygienist training is gone, and the training team will have to serve beyond the time limit, this is not a dish that the solemnity wants, so there is only one communication training left.

At 10 o'clock in the morning of this day, according to the previous promise of company commander Zhang Jianxing, the top nine recruits in the shooting assessment could make a tolerance.

This was a good thing, and it soon blew away the depression in the solemn heart.

Smuggling is always a common occurrence in coastal cities, especially in the south.

The reason why a unit like the water police station invited the Eighth Company to send people to work was not that it really didn't even have the money to ask migrant workers to move goods and count the quantities, but that the local government always wanted to find an opportunity to support the army, which was a glorious tradition.

No matter who is the leader, at the end of the year, hanging a medal of "double-support model unit" on the wall of his office is still a little bit of a political achievement.

Besides, the army is really poor, who can help not help their own soldiers?

A solemn group of ten people, led by Fu Meirong, the fourth squad leader, got into a sea lion van with a police sign and went to Yutian Port.

The water police station in the town of N intercepted a small smuggling boat at sea, which contained a container full of frozen meat products.

What are frozen meat products?

Chicken legs, chicken wings, chicken feet, pork loins, pig trotters, pork, beef......

Foreigners don't like to eat offal and messy things, but in China it is a popular delicacy, so the business of smuggling frozen meat has risen.

In fact, the content of tolerances is very simple.

The police escorted the container back to the barracks of the water police station, opened the box and checked the quantity, and then sent it to the freezer for storage.

Lunch was arranged at a restaurant next to the port of Amata.

After being a soldier for a few months, Zhuang Yan has long become a hungry ghost.

Seeing a table of sumptuous dishes, chicken, duck, fish, meat and seafood, the ten soldiers opened their bellies and ate and drank wildly, eating so dimly that the exquisite little rice bowls in the restaurant could not satisfy everyone's massive appetite and the terrifying eating speed cultivated by the troops, and several little girl waiters even ran to the door and peeked in to see what kind of monster was eating in this room.

It took almost a few minutes for the waiter to serve rice to the tables of the soldiers in green uniforms, served in the largest rice bowl in the restaurant.

In the end, a tall recruit finally couldn't stand the small rice bowl in the restaurant that can be seen in two bites, and looked at the pitiful appearance of the waiter running around with cramps, and slapped the table and shouted: "Can you get each of us a bigger rice bowl for rice?" ”

The waiter asked, "How big is the rice bowl?" ”

The recruit put his hands on his chest and compared: "So big! ”

The waiter's eyes were round.

So what's the rice bowl?

What is the volume of the washbasin......

In the end, the people from the water police station paid for a bowl of rice for one yuan, and they bought a total of more than 160 yuan......

When I finally completed the mission and returned to the company, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

In order to show that the military and civilians are close to each other, the water police station sent another 100 boxes of smuggled frozen meat to the company.

Zhuang Zheng thought to himself, maybe the leaders of the water police station felt pity in their hearts when they saw this group of evil ghosts reincarnated like soldiers.

It's all eighteen or nineteen-year-old babies, all hungry like this, it's really sad, and the listeners are crying, aren't they?

These fifty boxes of frozen meat can't be put in the company, so they are stored in the cold storage in the town, and the cooking team goes to pick up two boxes every day and come back to add vegetables.

It is a good tradition that the troops are hard and simple, and they cannot eat everything in one day.

Instructor Cai Chaolin and company commander Zhang Jianxing both knew that these soldiers in their company were suffering from huge physical overdraft every day, not because they couldn't eat enough, but because they were consumed quickly.

These 100 boxes of frozen meat contain chicken thighs and pork kidneys, all of which are good goods, and once the soldiers are allowed to eat them with their bellies open, it is estimated that they will be able to give you a good meal in a week.

The solemn days were a little unrelenting.

Ever since Xu Xingguo said those words to him at the back of the cooking class, Zhuang Yan always felt that his right eyelid was jumping.

The right eye beating is a disaster.

As a revolutionary soldier, Zheng Zheng is still a new soldier after all, and his will is still not very firm, and he is easily poisoned by feudal superstition.

He always felt like something was going to happen.

Especially that day, he took advantage of the interval between training to get to the side of the squad leader Yin Xiancong, and asked his squad leader tentatively: "Squad leader, that correspondent is training...... Can you talk to the platoon commander and fight for me? ”

Yin Xiancong looked solemn, didn't squeak for a long time, and finally instructed to hum a nasal voice, smiled meaningfully, and didn't say anything.

Solemn felt that things were going to be worse.