After the Army Day, the rumbling live-fire drill kicked off on the grassland, and Zhang Junbao will also follow the large army for the first time.

Zhang Junbao and Da Bing sat in the carriage of the Dongfeng truck, their bodies stumbling with the ups and downs of the grassland dirt road.

The cold and hard iron plate hurt under the buttocks, but Zhang Junbao didn't dare to move.

This time, not all the veterans of the thirteenth class participated in the drill, only Da Bing and Da Fei stayed with Zhang Junbao.

They are the logistical support of the company, and the Dongfeng big truck is full of green ammunition boxes.

According to the GI, there will be special vehicles pulling rockets for the support of the convoy, but those people must be following the troops of the air defense brigade.

One of the ammunition hoisters in the family heard that it took four or five years of training to be foolproof, and a second-class sergeant major in the division did that job.

What the hell is the missile hoist, Zhang Junbao doesn't know, and he doesn't bother to ask.

Because it doesn't have much to do with him.

Now his mission is to watch the dense ammunition in the carriage, and when the company conducts live firing, he will deliver the ammunition to the designated position.

He hadn't seen what it looked like in the chariot, and when the troops gathered, he glanced at it hurriedly, only to find that the iron lump was much bigger than he had imagined.

"Hey," he couldn't help but sigh, looking down just to see the Bayi bar in his hand, his heart was even more uncomfortable.

"What are you sighing about?"

"Squad leader, the soldiers of the company are all using Ninety-Five, and we are still using Eighty-One."

Zhang Junbao pursed his lips very aggrievedly, and the unwillingness in his heart gradually rose.

"As for being so wronged?"

"It's normal for us to use Bayi in our class, and in the winter where the birds don't, it's a question of whether they can pull the bolt."

"Bayi bar, this thing is durable, powerful, suitable for us to use."

"I fought twice in the recruit company when I was in the recruit company, and it sounded snappy, but it was exciting."

At the mention of the gun, a smile appeared on Zhang Junbao's face.

"I haven't played Ninety-Five, and I don't know if I can touch the gun in this live-fire exercise."

"What?" Zhang Junbao was stunned, "Squad leader, isn't this drill also going to be conducted with live ammunition like the big army?" ”

"That's what I said, but we're only in charge of logistics support, and we can only wait for the big army to finish fighting, depending on the situation."

Zhang Junbao's ears were buzzing, he didn't expect that the first time he participated in the exercise, it would be like this.

Originally, I still wanted to compare myself with the same batch of soldiers, and when the time comes, I will not be able to live up to my hard work in the past few months.

There is an ammunition box full of bullets around him, but he can't touch any of them, he is just an ammunition support soldier.

With a "snap", several bean-sized tears fell on the bottom of the cold carriage, Zhang Junbao lowered his head, not wanting the soldiers on the opposite side to see the mist in his eyes.

The convoy was still moving forward, and the roar of the engine could be clearly heard through the tarpaulin behind it, and it would even feel like noise after a long time.

He somewhat understood why Xu Sanduo was afraid of the chariot in the first place.

It was near noon when the troops stopped at the foot of a hill.

Jumping off the cart, you can see the eye-catching white markings on the mountainside in the distance, which are used for target hunting chariots.

The soldier asked Zhang Junbao to stay by the car to guard the ammunition, which made him really happy.

Guarding a car alone, although it seems a little lonely, but for him, he has long been used to it.

After the last meeting with Tao Jianmin, he could imagine what kind of situation would be between himself and the "familiar and unfamiliar" comrades in the company.

There are four major gangs in the company, the Hebei Gang, the Northeast Gang, the Shandong Gang, and the Shanxi Gang, and there are Henan people, but none of the gangs are willing to ask for them.

These are all things that Brother Qiang said before leaving, a gang is usually in a platoon, and when the recruits leave the company, the platoon commanders and old non-commissioned officers of each platoon have already figured out the details of the recruits.

Some people say that Henan people are unreliable, there are too many liars, and some people are worried that they will be betrayed by their own people and shot in the back when they go to the battlefield, so their reputation is a little bad.

Brother Qiang is from Henan, and after living for so long, Zhang Junbao didn't see where he was bad.

He knew why Brother Qiang told him about those gangs with unspoken rules, and Brother Qiang was afraid that he, a soldier who had never been in the company, would be bullied.

In the distance, on a piece of high ground, several tents had been erected, and some veterans were testing inside.

Not far from the tent, the people of the cooking squad had already dug the field stove and were unloading the cauldron from the car, and it seemed that they would not have to wait long for dinner.

The soldiers sitting in the chariot had all gotten out of the car at this time, and each of them was holding a swarthy ninety-five style in their hands, which looked beautiful.

They wore one-piece tactical vests, while Mr. Zhang wore old-fashioned ammunition bags.

Standing alone in the back of the truck, quietly watching the soldiers gather in groups to talk and laugh, Zhang Junbao was very envious of them.

Just like Lao Geng said, if people stay in one place for a long time, grass will really grow in their hearts.

He was eager to talk to those people, about his experiences in the steppe, about the Naadam conference with Uncle Hidu.

However, after taking two steps, he stopped.

He could clearly hear the topics of those comrades-in-arms in rounds, which were so foreign to him.

The non-commissioned officers were talking about their experience in operating infantry vehicles, and the recruits were still imagining what kind of results would be achieved in this live-fire shooting.

Zhang Junbao felt that the corners of his eyes were a little pantothenic, and he couldn't help but wipe them a few times, and the cuffs were wet.

"Damn, it's summer, and it's so windy."

couldn't help but scold, Zhang Junbao squatted down and sat under the butt of the car.

"Hey, where are you?"

Just when Zhang Junbao was sitting under the butt of the car to enjoy the coolness, an unfamiliar voice sounded from not far away.

When I looked up, it was a corporal, whom he did not recognize.

"I'm a soldier of the 11th Company."

"Then why don't I know you?"

As the corporal spoke, he walked over to Zhang Junbao, and lifted his pants in the middle, it seemed that he was going to release the water.

Zhang Junbao got out from under the car, and before he could explain, the corporal suddenly smiled and said, "It's you." ”

"What?" Zhang Junbao was stunned for a moment, he looked at the strange corporal in front of him in confusion, and he really couldn't figure out why there was such a big difference between his words before and after.

"Zhang Junbao!"

"Right?"

"Yes."

"It's really you kid, why are you here?"

The corporal walked up to Zhang Junbao, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and the appearance of an old acquaintance made him even more confused.

"Squad leader, are you?"

"Oh," the corporal suddenly patted his head, "Look at my memory, I'm Jiang Tao, the deputy squad leader of the first class." ”

Hearing that the other party was the deputy squad leader of the first class, Zhang Junbao suddenly had a plan in his heart.

The Jiang Tao in front of him should be a person with two strokes, because in the army, the first class usually plays the role of the sharp knife squad, and he can't get in without two strokes.