"Ahem, ahem, ahem......" A rapid coughing sound suddenly sounded in the room, and Zhang Junbao's face became very strange.

He led thousands of militiamen to raid the headquarters of the Blue Army, and even he didn't know when it happened, and the two propaganda unit officers in front of him said that there was a good look, and those who didn't know must have thought it was true.

"That, Chief Yu, not a few thousand, there are less than five hundred people who participated in the sneak attack, all of which were spontaneously organized by the militia brothers."

"Ahem, this, Junbao, you have to understand that art comes from life, and it is higher than life."

"We're promoting your personal heroism now, not a documentary, you know? This is the expression of art. ”

The corners of Zhang Junbao's mouth twitched twice, he really didn't understand what art was.

"Now let's move on to the next question, Junbao, what did you think of the two papers you wrote at the time?"

"I was here to complete the mission."

"No, you can't say that," Chief Yu stopped again, and he patiently explained: "Junbao, you are now the benchmark of the group army, you want to promote progressive ideas, it is the organization that has cultivated you, understand?" ”

……

After a full three-hour interview, Zhang Junbao interrupted again and again, changed his statement again and again, and finally satisfied the two cadres, and they left the thirteenth class.

Originally, Zhang Junbao wanted to leave them for dinner, but Lao Yue glanced at him, and he didn't say much.

After the group sent the camouflage jeep away, Zhang Junbao asked curiously: "Why don't you leave them for dinner?" ”

"They are artists who engage in art, and they don't look down on our gnocchi."

"So this is the artist, huh? It's a tall feeling. ”

"Tall fart, don't look at it now they say that you raided the Blue Army with thousands of militiamen, and when you get to the newspaper of the group army, you will be the commander of the cavalry division with tens of thousands of horses."

"Hold the grass, don't scare me!"

Zhang Junbao was really scared!

Although 10,000 cavalry can be gathered in the entire grassland, it is for the entire grassland.

The less than 500 militiamen who participated in the exercise some time ago were only assembled by gathering the militias of Chahar and several nearby autonomous banners, and even if he did magic, he couldn't conjure up 10,000 cavalry.

It's okay to dream.

"You kid don't have to be so afraid, if you really can't do it, just call the head of the regiment and explain this matter clearly."

"Fight now, you can't lie about this."

Zhang Junbao was anxious, and searched Lao Yue's body with both hands for a while, but he didn't find his mobile phone.

"Where's the phone?"

"In bed."

Seeing that Zhang Junbao turned around and was about to get his mobile phone, Lao Yue said helplessly: "If you make a call, you will offend the people in the propaganda unit." You need to think about it. ”

"How did I offend them?"

"The interview is done, you yourself called the head of the regiment in private, dismantle the stage, isn't that eye medicine?"

"But, you were there during the interview, I can't just talk nonsense, right?"

"If propaganda is carried out according to the propaganda unit, what kind of soldier am I going to be? You can just get a regiment commander to do it. ”

Speaking of this, Lao Yue smiled helplessly.

"If you think it through, then let's fight."

Zhang Junbao hesitated for a while, and finally chose to call the head of the regiment.

Although it will offend people by doing so, it is very uncomfortable to really be a liar.

The interview has come to an end, and Class 13 is still the same bird, maybe when the newspaper comes out, Zhang Junbao won't be seen here.

Perhaps, years from now, his heroic deeds in the newspapers will become a kind of ridicule, a kind of memory.

May is the time when the grass grows and the warbler flies, and every day standing in the small yard, you can already see flocks of birds flying from the south, and then all the way to the north.

The weather is getting hotter, the coal stove in the dormitory has been extinguished, and the coats on the veterans have been thrown into their backpacks.

Wang Ning and Xiao Jiuqi's training is still without a little discipline, what they think of is what they want, maybe yesterday let them memorize theoretical knowledge, today they will be allowed to jump up and down in the small courtyard for obstacle training.

They are as sad as Zhang Junbao, and they have not seen the company's tanks and infantry chariots until now.

Sometimes, Zhang Junbao thinks that this is a kind of disadvantage for two people, and they are not bad soldiers.

The weather in the north is always unpredictable in spring, and the good sun in the morning disappears by noon, and maybe the next moment a small wind and sand will turn into a sandstorm.

I heard that every spring in the capital, there will be a dusty weather at the airport, the sky is full of black fog, shading the sun, you can't see me, I can't see you.

The grassland is not afraid of that thing, for the veterans every day, they come in the sand, go to the soil, and at most take a bath when the weather is warm.

For veterans who live on the grasslands and plateaus all year round, bathing is a luxury.

The joints are deformed, thick and rough, the nails are covered with mud, the hair is always messy, the face is black, and occasionally a noticeable plateau red can be seen.

This is a true portrayal of the border guards.

The eighteen-year-old and nineteen-year-old man is like a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties, and his wrinkled face is carved with vicissitudes, full of mud and sand, which cannot be washed or wiped off.

The weather said that the heat became very fast, and Zhang Junbao had nothing to do every day, so he went back to cultivate the land and find a way to grow a little more vegetables.

I've lived here for a long time, and I've eaten enough of the bitterness of not having green vegetables, and that kind of bitterness makes people's mouths chew with a radish flavor.

When people go to bed at night, the sound of people farting is like a machine gun, and the rhythm of "da-da" is full of sense.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and when it comes to training every day, people are already wearing only a physical suit with a jacket on top.

It's a good thing, the weather is warmer, and people will become comfortable.

"Junbao, the company called, saying that it was to organize professional skills learning, and the recruits in our class must go."

"Then let's go, why don't we go with us?"

Zhang Junbao looked at the little ghost suspiciously, he really couldn't think of why the company suddenly came out like this.

"Is it possible for you to go? Or is it that the brain is willing to go?"

The little ghost pursed his lips helplessly, what his brain now thinks about every day is to go home from the army, and after hearing that Da Fei has a small book that records the time of discharge, he specially turned it out from under the bed.

Zhang Junbao had to admire this guy's shameless spirit.

"Did I go with two recruits?"

"Pull it down, now you go to the company, hum!"

The imp rolled his eyes, and the meaning was self-evident.

"Then you, as the squad leader, take the recruits with you, anyway, it was Lao Geng who led the team last year."

"If I don't go, will anyone else go?"

The little ghost looks like he's going to give it up, and the ghost knows what he thinks.