Wan Zhaohu looked at Ye Chen, just like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, but Ye Chen really couldn't stand it, and then Wan Zhaohu's smiling face was closed, and he said solemnly: "That Comrade Ye Chen, this military training, you are the first time to participate in the task of freshman military training, presumably the platoon commander also said a lot of details to you, in previous years, the freshman training of the People's Liberation Army Academy of Arts, the platoon commander will participate, and several sessions are here with me, so you learn more from the platoon leader, of course, exercising yourself is the most important thing, and the military dog you brought, You have to watch and don't hurt anyone. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Ye Chen looked at Wan Zhaohu with a puzzled expression, this guy has changed too much, that is, how did he change a person in the blink of an eye, and then he heard footsteps outside, and understood in his heart, there must be an important person, otherwise this Wan Zhaohu's character would not be like this.

"Platoon Commander Yan, Comrade Ye Chen will hand it over to you, there is no problem with this, right?"

"Battalion Commander Wan, you can rest assured about this!"

As soon as Yan Chun's words were finished, a person's voice came over and said: "Hey, Xiao Wan is arranging work, not bad, not bad, there is progress!" ”

Wan Zhaohu looked at the person who came and said with a smile on his face: "Hey, political commissar, what kind of wind blew you here, hurry up, sit down, I'll pour you tea." ”

The person who came was a middle-aged man, about forty-five years old, looked at Wan Zhaohu and said, "You can do it, I heard you nagging about Song Yu and Song Chenglong?" It's very comfortable to listen to, right, by the way, this is Xiaoyan, we saw it last time, then this is Ye Chen, the great talent of the avant-garde art troupe. ”

Ye Chen was stunned by the words of the chief in front of him, looking at the rank of the middle-aged man in front of him, this person is a political commissar, you can guess without thinking about it, this person must be the political commissar of the regiment headquarters.

"Report to the political commissar, I am Ye Chen, a soldier of the avant-garde art troupe drama club Ye Chen."

The political commissar patted Ye Chen's shoulder with a smile and said: "The young man is good, I am the political commissar Yuanfeng here, if there is anything in the future, you can find me, I have a lot of friendship with your head Wang Xuefeng, but, young man, don't be too ambitious, you have to work harder in the future, and go farther and farther on the road of literature and art, you know?" ”

"Yes, Chief!"

Ye Chen saluted a standard military salute, Yuan Feng looked at it in his eyes and smiled: "Here, okay, I'll just take a look around, there's nothing to do, you can discuss the training, but you must pay attention to the safety of the students, this is the top priority, you must not be negligent, understand?" ”

"Yes, (Commissar) Chief!"

Yuanfeng glanced at it again when he left, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile I don't know what to mutter, Ye Chen just roughly heard what the hell is this old king doing?

After Wan Zhaohu left in Yuanfeng, several other instructors in charge of military training called over.

A middle-aged man of about 30 years old, very honest, with his eyes is an intellectual, his name is Yang Nianzhong, the instructor of the first battalion, responsible for the logistics support of this military training.

The others were the seven instructors in charge of the training, and they also became familiar with each other in Wan Zhaohu's introduction.

After a simple meeting, Ye Chen returned to the dormitory that he had temporarily arranged for himself, and Hei Lin was arranged to make a hut next to the dormitory, a temporary residence, there was no way that Hei Lin was not by Ye Chen's side, he called directly, and everyone had no choice but to arrange it like this.

At six o'clock the next day, the wake-up whistle blew, because yesterday it had been notified that today's wake-up time would be the same as that of the soldiers in the army, so the students who used to run in the morning heard the wake-up whistle and hurriedly called the classmates next to them to get up.

However, some students have just experienced the college entrance examination, and although they have taken a two-month break, they have adapted to the habit of getting up late during the holidays.

However, the speed of this gathering was much better than that in the school, and half an hour later, everyone gathered downstairs, but the team was still messy, and the most ridiculous thing was that Niu Zhuangzhuang and Pan Shuangshuang were still eating there.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good morning, I am Wan Zhaohu, the commander of the first battalion, and the one next to me is Yang Nianzhong, the instructor of the first battalion, and I don't need to talk about the remaining nine, they are the instructors of your nine groups."

"These three are the soldiers of the third company Xu Zhanhui, Jin Guodong, and Cao Jinyi, these four are the soldiers of the second company Bai Yirong, Tong Xiaozhan, Liao Hongxi, Ding Lianxi, and the other two are Yan Chun and Ye Chen, who everyone already knows, from tomorrow, they will be responsible for your military training work, please enjoy the happy life of the last day, because in the next half a month you will receive regular military training, and you will be greeted by the most severe test."

After Wan Zhaohu finished speaking, the students talked about it, and many students were also looking forward to the life in the barracks, so they were very excited, but some knew that the training of the army was strict, so they had both expectations and fears.

After Wan Zhaohu's introduction, each instructor also briefly introduced himself, some have wooden personalities, some have cheerful personalities, some have eloquent personalities, and some have humorous and funny ones.

At this moment, some students are already guessing which instructor they are, after all, the nine instructors in front of them have their own advantages.

It's just that Xu Zhanhui, who is relatively handsome in their minds, is the instructor in most people's minds.

After a simple assembly, Xu Zhanhui and the others were going to follow the training, Yan Chun himself was a member of the guard company, so the task of taking the classmates to eat was handed over to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen shrugged his shoulders helplessly, there was no way, who called himself a literary soldier, so he called Wang Sidi and the others to walk towards the canteen.

After arriving at the canteen, Ye Chen saw that the canteen here still adopts the mode of cooking, Donnie Yen's rice, three dishes and one soup, and the food is worse than that in the military region.

Many students saw stewed chicken with potatoes, Chinese cabbage from the Qing Dynasty, and minced vermicelli, and suddenly lost their taste.

Ye Chen knew that most of these people were wealthy or had a good family foundation and lived a relatively prosperous life, so they had this kind of expression.

But there are also students whose throats are rolling vigorously, and their eyes are full of longing, which is in stark contrast to those rich children.

"Okay, let's all hurry up and eat, today let's go together to see how the soldiers train, since you are going to receive formal training, then you must take a good look, don't be half-hearted, remember that you are a soldier at this moment, not a student."

Although Ye Chen said this, he knew that there would definitely be few people in this group of classmates who could listen to it, but by tomorrow, some of them would accept it.