Hanwei kicked Wang Feng again, his mouth was full of insults and abuse, and he had no intention of repenting.

Wang Feng was kicked to pieces, rolled on the ground a few times, and was exposed to the fire of other squads.

Just about to shoot, seeing the bright red and gray powder on Wang Feng's body, he learned that his vital point had been hit, and there was no need to shoot at the eliminated members.

When I saw the red sign on Wang Feng's chest again, I was very puzzled.

The sharp pain in his chest and abdomen combined, and Wang Feng's thin body curled up on the ground, and his facial features were tightly packed together in pain.

His palms gripped Thomson tightly and rolled around the ground a few times, still not dropping his firearm.

Because ten years ago, my father taught me:

"On the battlefield, comrades-in-arms are their first life, and guns are their second life! Soldiers, until they die in battle, they can't give up the guns in their hands! ”

Wang Feng clenched his teeth, resisted the pain in his stomach with perseverance, his throat was sweet, he spat out blood, picked up the drum next to him and stuck it on the gun.

At this time, the soldiers of the fourth squad who changed positions with Wang Feng brought the Type 54 to support, and raised their guns to shoot at Hanweina.

said that he wanted to help Wang Feng, and he would not break his promise.

Liu Yong raised his gun several times to aim at Hanwei, and he was struggling in his heart, because he was in the same class as himself, and he was afraid of affecting the grades in the class and being punished.

Liu Yong never fired, closed his eyes, kept saying sorry to Wang Feng in his heart, lowered his head, and remained motionless behind the cover.

Wang Feng lifted Thomson, aimed at Han Wei, and shouted, "Lao Tzu is going to kill you!" ”

Han Wei saw that Wang Feng was crazy, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed, and he felt that the situation was wrong, so he ran away, but how could the flesh outrun the bullets.

"Dada! …”

A typewriter-like sound came from the muzzle of the gun, and a large number of bullets were fired wildly.

Although the recoil was not as strong as the live ammunition, many of the recruits failed to hit Hanwei, and only two of them hit his calves.

Wang Feng's whole person was in a state of rage, and he had endured Hanwei many times, and the quilt sewn by his mother was ruthlessly snatched and discarded by him.

It's bearable! It's unbearable!

"Lao Tzu beat you to death! …”

Wang Feng roared, the sound of machine guns muffled his roar, and the empty cartridges crackled on the trunks of trees, exploding a large amount of red dust.

Hanwei also fired back once or twice from time to time, and the opponent's dense firepower, he couldn't improve the hit rate, so he couldn't hit Wang Feng lying on the ground at all.

The recruits of the third class looked at the two comrades in the same class who were still frantically exchanging fire: What is going on?

They became the center of attention, and many stopped their fights and hid in shelters to watch the exchange of fire.

As we all know, the third shift bullet is a red empty cartridge with a red logo on the chest.

Since then, they have been infighting.

The battle attracted everyone's attention, as well as the attention of the Chief of Staff.

"What's going on? Go fix it! ”

The chief of staff frowned, stared at the seriously injured Wang Feng below, and frantically shot at the members of his class, and finally fainted, becoming more and more puzzled, and yelled at the captain.

"Yes!"

The battalion commander hurriedly replied, then ran to the rostrum, grabbed the shoulders of the battalion commander with both hands, shook it, and shouted at him:

"What's going on?! Hurry up and fix it! ”

"Yes!"

The company commander hurriedly nodded and ran to the platoon commander's office, then grabbed the old platoon commander and began to ask:

"What's going on? How can there be infighting? The Chief of Staff saw it! Hurry up and fix it! Expulsion of the expulsion! The punishment of the punishment! ”

"Yes!"

The old platoon commander hurriedly agreed, rushed into the battlefield and grabbed the veteran squad leader and started fighting:

"Look at the recruits you've brought! What's going on! Don't you know if you're playing a teammate? ”

"Whew! …”

Han was beaten by the old platoon commander and screamed, so he had to propose to suspend the game and rush into the battlefield to coordinate the situation.

When he saw that the team he led was exchanging fire, he was also startled, but he didn't expect that the kid named Wang Feng was really stubborn and dared to fight back.

"Looks like this guy hasn't been taught enough lessons! Next time, I'll clean him up with my own hands! ”

Han gradually thought in his heart, after walking to the third bunker, the first thing he cared about was his younger brother:

"Why, are you alright? Did it hurt you? ”

"Brother, I'm fine, it's just that I was hit in the calf and was injured a little, but I can still fight! I will definitely be able to enter the second link. Go and punish that kid! It's better to fire! ”

Han Wei covered his legs, pretending to be in pain, Wang Feng was already out of the range of seven meters when he aimed at him who was running, and even if he hit, the empty bullet would shatter before penetrating the clothes, and the penetration and impulse were not large.

Han gradually said with concern: "I know how to deal with it, brother, do you need to go to the infirmary?" ”

"No, my brother will help me settle Wang Feng and let him go home to farm and feed the pigs!"

At this time, the platoon commander came over angrily and directly kicked Han Yan:

"Fuck you! I know that I care about my brother! Check out another recruit! Damn it's all bleeding! ”

When Han heard this, he was slightly startled, grabbed the bandage and ran to Wang Feng's side.

……

……

Wang Feng woke up in a daze, and he didn't know how long he had been asleep, and he was lying on the soft sheets, it seemed that he had been sent to the infirmary.

When I tried to get up, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen and lay down again.

"Awake?"

A familiar voice came, isn't this the old platoon commander? The superior of the class.

After remembering who it was, my whole body shook and I wanted to get up and salute, but I could only squirm weakly on the bed.

"Hello Platoon Commander Zhang!"

Old platoon leader: "Hello, tell me about your situation yesterday." ”

Wang Feng was slightly startled and slept for a day. Then he came back to his senses and told him the truth about the matter.

Platoon Commander Zhang frowned and lit the peony brand cigarette next to his mouth:

"Well, there is a difference between the confessions of the two brothers of Han Weihan, I will ask about this matter slowly, and sign it first."

Wang Feng looked at the documents handed over and was stunned:

"Sign? What to sign? ”

Platoon Commander Zhang sighed and said lightly:

"You were shot in the chest, you were hit twice in the abdomen, especially the abdomen, maybe you have intestinal perforation, severe soft tissue injury, and the military disability certificate assessed by the health department, after you are cured, you can serve for another year, and then receive a subsidy to go home."

Wang Feng was stunned for a long time, but he never thought that Hanwei's kick would ruin his dream.

"No, no, no! I'm not sick! It's just a small injury! I'm going to get better! ”

Wang Feng was very excited, he quickly rolled up from the bed, but his abdomen was weak at all, and he almost fell to the ground.

Platoon Leader Zhang frowned, moved him in from the side of the bed, and just wanted to scold, why are you so sloppy, but in a blink of an eye, he saw the tears in Wang Feng's eyes and swallowed the original words.

Thinking of Hanwei's confession, and seeing Wang Feng so persistent, he was stunned and said gently:

"It doesn't matter, you've already defended the country."

When Wang Feng heard this, tears slid down his temples, it turned out that this world is not cold, and there are good people who make people feel warm.

Platoon Commander Zhang took Hanway's confession and knew that his dream was to defend the country, so he would comfort him like this.

"Platoon Commander Zhang, what if my injuries recover? Do you still want to go back to the army? ”

Wang Feng said seriously.

He will not easily give up his dreams, leave the team, and even if he is seriously injured, he will pay for the country.

Platoon Commander Zhang thought for a while and said, "If it can be restored, then continue to serve!" ”

Wang Feng was excited: "Okay! ”

"But you're not our platoon anymore."

Seeing that Wang Feng was surprised, the old platoon commander continued:

"You were kicked out of the third squad, which was decided by your squad leader and the members of the squad, and if you were kicked out of the squad, you were out of my platoon. In principle, you are no longer a soldier. This incident has already attracted the attention of the chief of staff of the military region, and the seriousness of the fight in the army is self-evident, and one of you and Hanwei will be punished with a demerit. ”

The old platoon commander sucked out the last cigarette tail, extinguished it, and then threw it into the backyard, turned around, and saw that Wang Feng was still in a state of pain, and said with a smile:

"But the country needs patriotic and dedicated soldiers like you very much! I can't afford to waste talent. If you delay the outstanding heroes and the pillars of the motherland, wouldn't it be a great sin? ”

Wang Feng swallowed his saliva and said anxiously: "What do you mean, platoon leader?" …”

The old platoon commander glanced at him, and then looked out the window:

"Tell me! What are your dreams? ”

Wang Feng yelled: "Defend the country!" Protect the people! ”

Platoon Commander Zhang suddenly straightened his spine and shouted solemnly: "Wang Feng!! ”

"Here!!"

"Listen to orders! Now, you are the squad leader of the 40th squad of the recruit battalion of the 13th Military Region under the jurisdiction of the fourth column of the 56005 unit of the 93rd Division of the 31st Army! ”

"Yes!!"

Wang Feng hurriedly replied, lying on the bed and straightening his back, he was very moved in his heart, Platoon Commander Zhang actually assigned a class to his own management, and he was with him all his life.

"Platoon commander! How did our class go? ”

Wang Feng suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked.

The old platoon leader smiled, and the crow's feet on his face can trap mosquitoes:

"What you guys, it's you! There are no forty classes in the boot camp at all, this class was formed a few seconds ago, and you are alone. ”

Wang Feng was stunned, his smile began to solidify, gradually disappeared, and finally froze like a wooden chicken.

Platoon Commander Zhang looked at Wang Feng, who was happy or sad, happy, and the crow's feet squeezed deeper.

After being happy for a long time, the result was that one person was assigned to a class, and there was nothing to be proud of at all, and there were no comrades-in-arms to chat and train with him, which reduced his enthusiasm for being a soldier.

But Wang Fengjun's heart has not diminished, leaving the two evil stars of Hanwei and Hanji, why is it a bad thing?

The national army is generally divided according to the "three-three system," with one platoon having three squads, one company having three platoons, and one battalion having three companies.

Therefore, Platoon Commander Zhang's platoon has three squads, and the number of soldiers is generally between twenty-seven ~ forty-five.

The number of people in a squad of the army infantry is a minimum of nine and a maximum of fifteen. There were more than 300 people in the recruit camp, and Wang Feng was in the last squad.

A one-person independent class like Wang Feng is better a fake class. This is not a class, maybe wait until next year to recruit new soldiers, and these forty classes can be full.

Wang Feng is looking forward to this day and hopes that Class 40 can cheer up.

The platoon commander can manage three classes, and at present, the classes under Platoon Commander Zhang are: Class 3, Class 10, and Class 40.

After chatting with Platoon Commander Zhang for a while, he had a job to leave first.

From the conversation, I learned that the training was changed to the sub-base, and where I would train alone in the future.

Han Wei and Han gradually colluded, and what they said to Platoon Commander Zhang was exactly the same, but it was very different from what Wang Feng said.

If it weren't for the doctor's analysis of Wang Feng's abdominal and chest injuries after the coma, the old platoon commander would almost believe the nonsense of the two brothers.

They said: It was Wang Feng who provoked the incident first and hit Han Wei, and Han Wei and Han gradually threw his flower quilt. In the first part of the field actual combat competition, it was Wang Feng who provoked Hanwei first, and there would be a firefight later.

His brother was talking about how much Hanway suffered, how wronged and innocent he was.