The old platoon commander was in the office and wrote down their confessions very officially.

Then he thought of Han Wei's uninjured body, and then thought of Wang Feng's bruised abdomen, and leaned up to the two of them, saying:

"Ridiculous!"

Then he walked away, leaving behind the two brothers who looked at each other.

At present, there is only a complete confession of Han Wei Han, and sufficient witnesses and evidence have not yet been found, and the leadership attaches great importance to it, emphasizing the need for an open and fair investigation.

The matter is still under careful investigation, and the progress is very slow.

……

Before you know it, the day passes.

In addition to sleeping, Wang Feng has been thinking about the previous things.

He hated Hanwei to the core, and even if he didn't kill him, he would get the punishment he deserved.

Wang Feng muttered in a low voice:

"The great Mao Ziren once said: 'If people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone.'" What if Hanway comes to bully me again?! ……”

Wang Feng's eyes changed from confusion to perseverance, and finally said coldly:

"If no one offends me, I will not offend; If anyone sins against me, avoid three points; If someone sins against me again, I will return the stick; People still offend me...... Cut the grass and eradicate the roots! ”

"Tsk, this weeding and eradicating the roots, is it too ruthless?"

Platoon Commander Zhang's voice came from outside the window, and he came to see himself again, still carrying a hot meal.

After Wang Feng finished saluting Platoon Commander Zhang, he said indifferently:

"Snatching bedding, throwing it in the garbage heap, kicking vital points, insulting and beating, and finally denying it."

His simple five sentences, in Platoon Commander Zhang's heart, were completely better than the three thousand lies of the two Hanwei brothers.

Wang Feng endured Hanwei again and again.

Because of him, he threw away the quilt sewn by his mother, and finally had to pick up the quilt from the garbage heap on one side, because he lost the help of his comrades-in-arms, and he still thought that he was a shabby and poor person, a girly person.

In the end, he almost kicked his life and destroyed his dreams! is so vicious, and when you meet him again in the future, you will never be merciful!

But now I am not qualified to say this at all, because I can't beat them at all.

"Eat, I know you."

Platoon Commander Zhang didn't say much, and since Wang Feng finished speaking, he kept frowning and sitting on the side.

Zhang Liansheng knew that he had not deliberately asked Wang Feng for a detailed confession, so he could learn about the previous events by talking casually.

Wang Feng ate the fragrant meal, tears welled up in his eyes, although there were only vegetarian dishes, but his heart was warm, this was the temperature brought by the old platoon leader.

The night is quiet.

Wang Feng was lying on the bed alone, looking at the ceiling, and said softly:

"Daddy...... It turns out that this world is not so cold. ”

Platoon Commander Zhang made Wang Feng feel the warmth of the world for the first time.

At the moment when I met Hanwei and Hanji, I thought that only my parents could give me love.

touched his chest, the talisman was still there, Wang Feng squeezed it tightly in his hand, and remembered what the old platoon commander had said before:

"Fortunately, you have a piece of stuff in your chest, otherwise the fragments of the empty bullet will be inserted into the flesh, and the infection effect will be worse than that of live ammunition."

Wang Feng didn't know what was inside, gradually, he fell asleep, he remembered in his dream, on the field, hugging his mother tightly, and said happily: "Mom, this talisman... It really works. ”

……

……

A week passed.

The annual field competition has officially come to an end.

Wang Feng's illness was almost better, and there was no intestinal perforation as expected.

He began to move his muscles and bones, and when his injuries were completely healed, he trained his physical fitness and combat skills.

Every meal is held in the playground of the military base, and this is the case with the conscripts of the entire military district.

When Wang Feng went to eat, he could occasionally meet those comrades-in-arms in the third class.

Because the meal time was staggered by the third shift, Wang Feng did not eat with his good brother Liu Yong.

He didn't blame Liu Yong for not helping him at the time, this matter was a violation of rules and disciplines, and it was excellent that he didn't get involved.

If he hadn't fought back against Hanwei at that time, he might still be in the third class now, or maybe he was still training under the pressure of him and his own brother, and treated them carefully.

Therefore, Wang Feng felt that if he could never do it, he would still raise the submachine gun and sweep towards Hanwei, maybe he would fight more accurately this time!

Just find a corner, sit on the ground and eat, today's dinner is one meat and one vegetable, as for the definition of meat dishes in the army: a little minced meat is added to a large number of vegetarian dishes.

When he was about to finish eating, Hanway's voice came from behind him, and his voice was very special, slightly thick, and very loud:

"Hahaha, my brother is right! That's right! Frankly from wide, I wear it with a firm base! Resist strictness and go home for the New Year! Fortunately, I didn't admit it, and he couldn't find a clue in the old platoon! Otherwise, you will be punished now! Hahaha......"

Then came the faintly shrill voice:

"Yes, brother! Use your brains to do things! Use your brain, your brain is a good thing, now you have to be quiet! You see, if you don't admit it, if you don't change your mind, what will the old platoon do with us! There's no evidence, and we didn't 'do anything wrong', right, man! ”

"Yes, yes, yes! Come on, brother! Smoke for you! Add a betel nut and Baba is suitable! ”

Han Wei happily handed out the cigarette, and Han gradually took the betel nut proudly and chewed it.

“……”

Wang Feng couldn't help but burst out, his chest rising and falling.

In the end, he restrained his emotions, he didn't want to cause trouble again, and the platoon commander Zhang helped him suppress the last incident before he was exempted from punishment.

I can't count on anyone to help me this time.

Forbearance is the best choice, when you become stronger, you can face them and defeat them with strength!

Pick up the utensils, wash them and put them in the designated place, and leave quickly.

I'm almost in good shape, and I can start training in earnest tomorrow.

The training is a week in arrears, and you must adjust the amount of training back, and you can't lag behind in your physical fitness! Otherwise, how can you surpass Hanway?

Wang Feng returned to the small warehouse, there was no accommodation, and a one-person class could not be assigned a standard dormitory, so Platoon Leader Zhang temporarily took the small warehouse next to the office for him to live in.

A few square meters of space, but the feng shui is very good, and the morning light can always run into the small space.

The ventilation is good, the dry and fresh air can blow away the turbidity in the small space, there is no chatter from idle friends, and you can concentrate on training, in short, Wang Feng is very satisfied here.

Just got back to the cottage, read the daily newsday, cleaned the house, and the whole process went according to plan.

After the food in the abdomen is digested, start sit-ups, pull-ups, and fist push-ups, 50 each.

Only halfway through, the sweat dripped to the ground, and now the physical fitness is too poor, not because I didn't train enough when I was a child, but because the food at that time was not good at all.

If you can't eat enough, you can't grow muscles, and no matter how much you train, it's all in vain.

When it comes to training, in those years at home, I picked manure and watered vegetables every day, chopped vegetables and fed pigs, hoes, sickles, and woodcutters have not touched anything, and there is always a layer of calluses in the palms of my hands.

His goal is to finish in the top 15 in the field competition in a year's time, so that he can receive a piece of pork meat every day.

The first fifteen is a luxury for him, and he hopes that next year's forty classes will receive very obedient recruits.

The next game will be the conscripts of all teams at the same time, and there will be no distinction between old and new recruits.

The number of players in the competition will definitely increase significantly, and there will definitely be more soldiers eliminated in the first round than in previous years.

The news of this year's competition was told to him by the old platoon commander:

The first in the fourth class, the second in the sixth class, and the third in the thirty-second class;

used to be in his own class, the third class, but only got fifteen, perhaps because of the impact of that infighting, otherwise the results of the third class would be higher.