There is an artillery company that follows forward and says that this Mr. Cannon Eye is a very good person, a scout of the artillery group, and he often goes down to the companies with the propaganda officers when he has nothing to do.

Of course, this forward is completely obvious, and Mr. Guneye is indeed like this.

One also said that his father is at the level of the Zhengda Military Region, an old revolutionary, and a very good person, Mr. Cannon Eye, this is a family tradition, and ordinary people can't learn it.

When he heard this, he immediately remembered a person, and the old man with a blue head who was watching the play on the night of Triumph heard the artillerymen say something similar, so he asked his father if he was like this, and the artillerymen who had seen him said yes, how do you know.

This is about to show his hand, and he coughed hotly: "My day! I know his dad very well! Once, we watched the play together and sat together, in the front row! ”

Zhang Wenshu, who could have testified for him, stepped on him at this time: "Blow! Anyway, it doesn't cost money, blow hard! ”

Ba was too lazy to pay attention to him, and interjected and asked, "What did he say about ebony chess, is it very valuable?" ”

The man who was enthusiastic about explaining He Siguang's origin for the advance of the artillery company said: "You are a layman, aren't you?" Ebony is something tens of thousands of millions of years ago, in short, it is a big tree that was buried in the ground somehow, and later generations accidentally dug it up, and it can be regarded as an unearthed cultural relic, which is very precious. ”

Ba was shocked: "There is such a thing? In our hometown, wood is often dug out of the ground, hard and hard, and burned as charcoal! ”

"My day!" The artilleryman was immediately stunned and his eyes widened.

"It's really not unusual, we have a lot of places, and you go on to talk about Mr. Gunhole, I want to listen to this, we all have to listen to this, isn't it, forward?" ”

Nod your head forward.

The artilleryman then said regretfully: "Okay, then! It is said that the chess was obtained from his father's defeat of a Kuomintang general during the revolutionary years, and now it has been passed down to him. It is also said that the chess is the Kuomintang general admired him very much, and took the initiative to sacrifice it after the defeat, and later the two became chess friends, which is a good story. ”

Speaking of this, another soldier who had carried a cannonball box to put down gasped and said: "That chess is a treasure, and ordinary people don't show it." A commander once came here to inspect and wanted to play a game with him, but he didn't let him if he felt that it was wrong. ”

"Really?" Zhang Wenwen was shocked when he heard the words.

"Yes! A senior member of the General Staff wanted to spend money to buy it, and his head and head were doing work, and he refused to sell it even more than he was killed. He's a little stupid, you'll know after a long relationship, in short, he's a good person, in what he just said, it's very easy to get along with. The rested artilleryman replied while wiping his sweat.

Then he said: "When the propaganda officers come down, they like to take him to play with them, so this time they came again." Sometimes he is in high spirits, and he will write something for publication, and the level is very high, and the officials often ask him for advice. ”

Xiang Qian didn't know much about it just now, so he was very admiring and said, "I see! I was very snub to him just now. ”

The artilleryman who commented earlier said: "No, no, he is a brother to us soldiers." In short, it's a very, very amiable character. The next time you can't find him, go to the headquarters to find the propaganda officers, and you can inquire as soon as you ask. ”

"That's right, that's right!" The artilleryman, who had finished wiping his sweat, continued, "This time, the propaganda officers came down to write reports, and he also made a little bit of a dial on the side, saying that he wanted to do this, that, and that, and the officers nodded their heads, in short, they were very level." ”

Moving forward and worshipping further, he said, "I see. Hearing you say this, he is really a very good person, he should have known him a long time ago, and he could talk for a while. ”

As for the propaganda officers of the battalion, they actually came very early, and it didn't take long for Xiang Qianqian and the others to fall asleep. The higher-ups are well aware of the fearful rumors about the agents below, and this total annihilation can be used to boost morale and shatter the myth of the invincibility of agents.

So he ordered that he should publicize his deeds in a serious way, and Mr. Cannon Eye was fine, so he naturally swayed and followed, whether it was a fun or an amateur report writer, in short, he came here anyway.

When the propaganda officers arrived, the sentry and his squad who had been on rotation at the time of the fighting became the focus of interviews. However, everyone sat in distress and looked at the propaganda officers blankly, not because they didn't want to say it, but because they couldn't say it.

Of the ten dead, one was blown up by an anti-infantry mine, the other three were apparently killed by a directional mine, and six were all killed by scouts who were lying in ambush.

In other words, it is impossible to verify that a dozen of them were killed by thousands of bullets, or that in the process of firing wildly, which bullet of which person penetrated into the enemy's body.

The officers were dumbfounded, and became very helpless to start, but fortunately Mr. Guneye was listening, and said that since the scouts could not be exposed and not written, it would be easy to do, and they might as well do this and so and so.

Fortunately, the officers were born to eat this bowl of rice, and once they were dialed, they naturally came to fruition, so the heroic combat collective of an artillery company was born: when a soldier was standing guard, he alertly spotted the enemy who was coming to attack in the dense fog of the early morning, so he decisively detonated the mine while informing other comrades.

The enemy was unlucky, and four were killed at once. With the cooperation of the comrades-in-arms who rushed to participate in the battle, this sentry became more and more courageous, and finally together with his comrades-in-arms, he achieved brilliant results in destroying more than 10 enemies, and at the same time captured a batch of war materials, thwarted the conspiracy of the enemy agents to sabotage our heavy artillery positions, and dealt a blow to the enemy's arrogance.

In the end, everyone smiled and said yes, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, and praised Mr. Cannon Eye for his talent.

Moving forward, I know what is going on in the army, whether it's true or what's true, what's true or what's false, and no one can care so much. Sometimes falsification is the need of the situation, and it is important to stabilize the morale of the army! I had to do it.

"If you have time, you really have to go to this Mr. Cannon Eye to play and make friends!" Say forward.

The surrounding artillerymen all nodded, saying yes, yes, this is very necessary.

At the moment, the artillerymen were still busy preparing for launch. After a while, the order came again, and the cannon jacket was immediately torn off, and the cannon shook "clang".

I heard them say that they had just received a mission, as if they wanted to save someone. Because they were laymen, they couldn't get their hands dirty, so the scouts had to watch from the sidelines, and if they were idle and had nothing to do, they would help carry ammunition.

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