With the bustling flow of people, Yang Wenbin got off the train and got out of the train station. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info came out of the exit of the station, and the eyes suddenly opened up, and the square in front of the station was crowded with people, as noisy as a bazaar. "As a provincial capital, it's different, even the railway station has to be divided into a south station and a north station", he muttered in his heart, carrying a black leather bag, standing on the square in front of the station, looking a little confused.

The "Political Department of the Military District" for him was just a few Chinese characters, and there was no impression of anything other than mystery. He only knew that he had taken the train all night and had come here to report for duty. But how? Looking at the swaying buses on the side of the road, he thought, "Let's take the bus, I don't know how many buses to take and where to get off." Let's walk, I still can't find the address from the map. It seems that there is only a taxi. He made up his mind, walked through the gap between people, came to the side of the road, and waved to the speeding taxi. However, one by one, the taxis ignored as if they didn't see him, and walked away. If you look closely, it turns out that there are passengers sitting inside. Thinking that it is a common problem in big cities to take a taxi in front of the station, he did not choose to continue to stand in place, but walked slowly along the road to the right for two or three hundred meters. Not far from the bus stop, a taxi finally approached him and stopped. Yang Wenbin pulled out the door wrench, opened the right front door, and got into the taxi. The driver, a man in his thirties, looked a little haggard, and when he saw him in the car, he asked, "Where are you going?" ”。“ Political Department of the Military District", he quickly replied. The driver let go of the clutch and rushed out with one foot on the accelerator.

Looking at the high-rise buildings flashing outside the window, he thought, what will the Political Department of the Military Region look like? Is it also such a high-rise building? Watch the driver turn left and right, and after a few traffic lights, turn into a small road. The roads of the provincial capital are still quite distinctive, the north-south direction is called Jijing Street, and the east-west direction is called Jiwei Road. He shifted his body and saw a green sign on the side of the road with the words "Erwei Road" written in white. After a few minutes along the road, the driver pulled over to the side of the road and said, "Arrived." He glanced at the meter, which read "8 yuan" in red letters. I quickly paid and got out of the car.

In front of the green trees, a courtyard appeared in front of you, a very imposing gate, and there were several high-rise buildings of more than ten floors inside. Under the umbrella in front of the door, two guards, one with a gun and the other with a small red flag, signaled to the passing vehicles not to approach.

Yang Wenbin was carrying a black leather bag and was about to walk towards the inside of the gate. Immediately stopped by the guard holding the flag, "What are you doing, don't come close, this is the military administration area", he said stiffly. "I'm here to register, a new college graduate this year." The guard looked at him for a moment, and saw that he was wearing a white shirt, beige trousers, and a black leather bag. ”

Following the direction he pointed, I walked into the reception room on the left side of the door, and in the notebook inside, according to the requirements of the reception staff, I filled in my name, ID number, place of visit, person to visit, etc., and then changed to a red stamped pass, put my ID card here, and entered the gate. The guards checked the pass and let him in. Taking advantage of this gap, Yang Wenbin carefully looked at the rank of the flag guard, one bar and one bar, it turned out to be a second lieutenant, and thought, "What a cow, I can still be awarded the rank of lieutenant when I report, hum!" "In front of the main building, there was a sentry standing there, checked the pass, and was released.

Take the elevator to the eighth floor, turn left, follow the door number to find room 88, and knock on the door.

"Please come in!" With a kind voice, Yang Wenbin pushed open the door and walked in.

"You're here to report, right? Here, fill out the form! He stood up and took over a stack of forms. Yang Wenbin hurriedly took it with both hands, and saw that it was marked with a lot of personal information such as "registration date, name, graduation school, ID number" and so on.

Yang Wenbin sat on the sofa, leaned down, leaned on the coffee table, and carefully filled in personal information. When he had finished filling it out, he handed it to him with both hands.

The officer was slightly chubby and carried the rank of lieutenant colonel on his shoulders.

He carefully checked the personal information, and asked Yang Wenbin to hand over the "registration notice" to him. Then, he closed the form and said, "The formalities here are finished, you go to the military headquarters to report for duty!"

Yang Wenbin asked for the address of the military headquarters again. He patiently told Yang Wenbin the address of the military headquarters, and said, you get off the train, take a taxi directly, and five yuan will arrive.

After saying "thank you", Yang Wenbin reflexively walked out of the room, went downstairs, took the pass, went to the reception room to exchange his ID card, took a taxi to the train station, and bought the nearest green ticket.

The train bumped for an hour and arrived in the city where the military headquarters were located.

"What will the military department look like," Yang Wenbin thought.

Although the city is a prefecture-level city, it is much smaller than the provincial capital, the buildings are significantly lower, the roads do not have three or four lanes like the provincial capital, and the flow of people is much smaller.

Yang Wenbin followed the instructions of the lieutenant colonel of the military region, and after leaving the platform, he directly called a taxi and said the specific address.

The driver was very familiar with the address, and when he said "sit down," he sped off and in less than a quarter of an hour he was in front of a barracks.

This is a series of barracks, the roads are wide and bright, and the barracks windows are bright and clean.

With experience this time, Yang Wenbin directly took his ID card to the reception room to change his pass, and went to the office building to go through the registration procedures.

Also in room No. 88, there were two student-looking people filling out forms, and he was warmly received by a comrade major from the cadre department.

After registering the basic information, he took out a form and asked him to fill it out carefully and then sign his name.

Yang Wenbin took it, this is a four-page paper form, the front is printed with the "local college student cadres enlistment registration form", the lining page is name, birth time and other personal information, the back is the "dedication to national defense volunteer book", the description reads, fill in their own understanding of the country, the army and dedication to the cause of national defense. After thinking for a while, Yang Wenbin picked up the pen and began to write. He first wrote about his understanding of the nature of the army, then about the status and role of the army, and then about his willingness to serve as a soldier and dedicate himself to national defense, and expressed his determination to do what he planned to do.

When I was about to finish filling in, I saw a graduate who was in the house, but he still hadn't finished it. He put down his pen and whispered to the officer who received him, "Chief, I have a problem, I used to get sick and am still being treated, so it will not affect the soldier, right?" The officer, who was busy with other affairs, raised his head and asked, "What is the disease?" He said, "Hepatitis B, it's not affected, right?" "Well, that's right, don't fill it out yet. Go to the hospital today for a physical examination and give us the report to make a decision! The officer hesitated and replied.

Another student-looking person handed the form to the officer along with Yang Wenbin.

By the way, his surname is Jane, and his name is Jane. Officer Jian took the form, checked the signatures, looked at the list on the table, and said, "You two are in the 216th Division, go and report there." By the way, give this material to Officer Zeng of the Divisional Cadre Section. ”

They took the materials in brown paper bags and left the military compound.

This time with a companion, the two of them took the train together and ran to the next target, the division headquarters.

In the car, the two chatted and introduced themselves. It turned out that his name was Li Changjiang, a fresh graduate of the Provincial City Institute of Engineering, and he also signed up for the army after graduation. After taking the train for half an hour, at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, they arrived at the city where the division headquarters was located.

Compared with the military region and the military headquarters, the county seat where the division headquarters is located is even smaller. The buildings are lower, there are fewer cars, and the flow of people is sparse.

Seeing that there were three-wheeled motorcycles soliciting customers, Gao Wenbin and the others ordered a tricycle, and arrived in front of the division department a few minutes later.

At the gate of the division headquarters, there were still two sentries standing tall on the sentry platform. On the left and right sides of the gate are Chairman Mao's calligraphic slogans: "Be vigilant and defend the motherland".

They explained their intention to the sentry, and after registering, they walked for five minutes and came to the front of the division headquarters building. It was still number 88, and it was still an officer who received them.

They first handed over the materials they had brought back to Officer Zeng of the Cadre Section. Zeng took the material, opened it, looked at it, and put it on the table. Then, tell them to pay for their clothes first, and then go to the conference room to get their clothes and bedding.

At this time, the conference room was very lively, and there were more than 20 college students who came to report to report, tall or short, fat or thin, and everyone was happily trying on clothes that suited them.

They also stepped forward and picked out their outfits.

I heard that Secretary Zeng said that they were given a half-sleeved dress for college students for the time being, called 87-style summer clothes, which are beige half-sleeved tops and grass-green pants. Wearing the collar flower and red epaulettes, everyone was excited and in good spirits.

After everyone had tried on the costumes and received the bedding, Zeng told everyone that a total of 24 local college students had come to report. The division decided to first organize everyone to train as soldiers in the 448th Regiment to familiarize themselves with the situation and strive to complete the transformation from a local college student to a qualified soldier as soon as possible.

Hearing the news, everyone was very excited, straightened their chests, showed the military uniform they had just put on, put on the crooked backpack on their backs, carried their luggage, went downstairs, and stood in line to assemble.

Downstairs, a bus had stopped in front of the building, waiting for them.

They lined up to get on the bus, found a random seat, put down their backpacks, and happily chatted with each other.

It turned out that this group of college students were all graduates of colleges and universities in the province, and just in time for the army to recruit local college student cadres in local colleges and universities this year, they signed up and joined the army.

After everyone got into the car, the bus left the division compound, passed through the city, and gradually drove to the suburbs.

At this time, the sun is setting and the sky is gradually getting dark.

Looking at the crops and farmhouses on the side of the road, everyone's voices were obviously lowered, and they slowly fell silent.

448th Regiment, what is it like? How will they spend these 20 or so days as soldiers? Everybody is thinking.

As the speed slowed down, the bus headed for a series of barracks. "Salute!" Seeing the car number of the divisional organ, the sentry did not check it, but opened the camp gate neatly, and let the car slowly drive into the camp.