Under the banner of collecting wind, she went down to the grassroots level, so of course this wind must be collected, not to mention that Comrade Song Xiaoci really wants to prove her acquired value!

After the meal, holding the small broken notebook he brought and holding half a pencil, Song Xiaoci officially walked out of the door of the special operations company headquarters. I have never seen a soldier like a special operations company commander in the past, Song Xiaoci doesn't know what bloody gas is, but she thinks he is very weird, so strange that he doesn't look at her beauty much, but in the face of Dr. Lin's gaze, there is infinite trust, and she doesn't understand that it should be called blood-stained fate.

I was very curious about the commander of the special operations company, but after hesitating, I gave up the idea of going to the commander of the special operations company, because the result was predictable, and the strange man who cherished words like gold was not suitable for the interview at all.

So Song Xiaoci began to go around Kongzhuang, but unexpectedly, she found the one she thought was the most suitable.

There is a broken table under the big tree in Kongzhuang, Song Xiaoci sat down on the side, the broken book was placed on the table, and the pencil in his hand pointed to the opposite bench to signal the other party to sit, but the thin soldier still stood next to the bench and did not sit down, nervous and sweaty, and the palms on both sides kept rubbing the clothes bags, and he didn't even dare to raise his head.

"Your name is Little Monkey?"

"Hmm."

They said...... You may be small, but you are the bravest warrior. ”

The little monkey hurriedly raised his sweaty face and shook his head violently: "I'm not!" I'm really not. ”

"Why do you say you're not?"

The little monkey couldn't answer, so his face turned red in a hurry, and he hung his head down again, and after a while, he looked at the ground and whispered, "I'm not brave...... I was forced. ”

Song Xiaoci is a little stupid, I haven't heard of it, can I be forced to be brave? Put down the pencil: "Who forced you?" ”

"My mother...... Actually, I've always been scared...... I don't want to be left alone on the playground......"

These intermittent irrelevance, Song Xiaoci really couldn't understand it, and wanted to ask in detail, but the little monkey never raised his head again, didn't answer any questions, just repeated that his squad leader was the bravest person.

……

Seeing the so-called bravest squad leader, Song Xiaoci was stunned, and there were only three words left in his mind, so tall!

Song Xiaoci felt that if you want to be typical, this is the most ideal model, although it is very ugly, but he fully embodies the majesty and majesty of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army! What's even more rare is that although this comrade Tieta didn't have a good complexion, he sat down with a big grin, causing the bench to be pressed and creaking, and he took the initiative to speak, not at all as shy as other fighters, which made Song Xiaoci very happy.

"Demolition of houses...... What does that mean? Let me tell you first, I'm really not good at building a house! ”

"Here's the interview! Forget it, let's put it this way, I want to get to know our frontline fighters through you. ”

"Uh...... Then why don't you go to the boss? ”

"Who's the boss?"

"The surname is Zhou, the name is Jie, my eldest mayor!"

"He's not grassroots enough."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean...... Belch...... If you don't say it, it's still you. ”

"What do you mean by me?"

"What do you think...... Are you a brave man? ”

That's right...... The whole group inquired, except for the boss, I was a good machine gun in the tower. I'm a machine gun, huh? What sharpshooter, what bullshit bayonet hero, who dares to argue with me? Do you understand? ”

Song Xiaoci didn't quite understand what the connection between guns and bravery could be, nodded blankly, and continued: "That...... What do you think of bravery? ”

The tower was also a little dazed when asked: "Brave? Are you brave...... To be brave is to be a pit man! When you are fighting, don't mix with the brave out-of-stocks, how far you can hide from them, especially the brave recruits, who can kill you alive! That's a real bullet...... It's like a strong wind around you...... This is sad! ”

Song Xiaoci had to stop his pen, he really couldn't write down these words, and he couldn't finish it if he wanted to help him, so he casually changed the topic in desperation: "Then what do you think...... Can we defeat the little devils? ”

Waiting to see that Comrade Tieta immediately showed his determination in a glorious and tall manner, but this person looked up at the sky and thought about it seriously, and even thought about half a cup of tea before he said: "It's still ...... There is a chance to win a few times against the little devils. ”

"Chance? How many times? ”

Song Xiaoci didn't expect that Comrade Tieta had completely misunderstood, waiting for him to say that the War of Resistance would definitely be won, but he didn't expect that his toad eyes were so short-sighted that he could only look at his feet, and continued: "As soon as the battlefield is opened, you take a look, people and little devils are professional!" It's a cannon again, it's a detour, that's clear. But let's just take a look at these crooked melons and cracked dates in Kongzhuang, there are few serious soldiers, as soon as they start fighting, okay, sometimes my platoon commander doesn't know where people have gone, and the little devil can still understand? The devil is more confused than me, let me tell you! ”

I can't remember this at all, Song Xiaoci has become a mud bodhisattva, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, and he put down the pencil directly, and he had no choice but to drink water: "That...... It seems that platoon commander Luo is ...... What about experienced veterans! At last...... Can you tell me...... Well...... Advice for new fighters? Yes, yes, I suggest, be brief. ”

Comrade Tieta tilted his mouth: "What do you have to say about those raw melons and eggs?" Just kick it right! What do you have to say...... Just one sentence: If you can't find where the devil is, you must be right to look back! ”

After speaking, Comrade Tie Ta subconsciously cocked Erlang's legs, and people said that chatting could relieve boredom, and sure enough, his Erlang legs hadn't had time to start chattering, and he accidentally caught a glimpse of someone standing nearby, who was actually Lao Kong, staring at him, and the unshaven crop face had been green for a long time......

"I love the front line!" Xiao Ganchai said excitedly: "But I'm a cook." I prefer to carry the flower trap on my back rather than the marching pot. At this he scratched the back of his head embarrassedly: "So...... I'm not a good cook. Uncle Tang said a long time ago, I can't do anything, if it weren't for the fact that I still have a little conscience, the cooking class wouldn't keep me. ”

"Who is Uncle Tang?"

"He's my old squad leader, and he's repaired me a lot. But he is the best squad leader, Officer Song, you must interview him if you have the opportunity. I can tell you about him now, too. ”

It's a pity that Song Xiaoci has stopped writing, and he didn't continue to ask, Xiao Ganchai was a little disappointed, but he was still happy again: "Do you want to see my flower machine gun?" I'll go and get it for you now, it's ......."

"No, I don't. Next time. ”

It's the squad leader again, why do many fighters want to say squad leader? For example, Tie Ta is obviously the platoon commander, but the little soldier keeps saying that he is the squad leader, and he is so stubborn that he can't understand it. Song Xiaoci seemed to be very regretful, but she still left Xiao Ganchai a working smile; Xiao Ganchai also seemed to regret it, and was forced to return a polite smile.

……

thought that the iron tower should be the ugliest soldier here, but when he saw this low-key person like a shadow, Song Xiaoci was so frightened by that scarred face that he didn't dare to raise his eyes more, and tried to look at the tip of his pencil as much as possible.

"I ...... There is nothing to say. ”

"Are you...... Wounded in battle? ”

"Nope. I...... Just an unlucky man. But...... I also have to feel lucky for it...... Have you ever been forced to feel lucky? ”