At dinner, he ran into his old comrades-in-arms, and the two of them had never crossed paths since the recruit company separated.

Now, seven years later, it's been seven years.

The old comrade-in-arms is called Wang Guanchao, with the same sergeant rank as him on his shoulder, and a thermos lunch box in his hand.

When the two people met, they were stunned at first, looked at each other and smiled, but did not speak.

Wang Guanchao is now a sentry standing at the door, while Zhang Yan is a quarantine person locked in the house.

What two people want to say, they can all be expressed in one look.

"Are you alright?"

"It's fine."

That's all.

After dinner, Lao Wang brought pen and paper, which is their usual procedure, and every officer and soldier in the quarantine period must write one or even several mission reports, and the more detailed the better!

The night breeze was slightly cool, and the window in Zhang Yan's house was open with a gap, and he was having sex and was writing by the window.

How long has it been since you used pen and paper? Maybe five years? Maybe ten years.

The tip of the pen rubbed against the fingers a little rusty, and the handwriting on the horizontal grid paper looked crooked like a worm crawling.

His mind recalled all the things that had happened from the beginning of the contact mission to the time he returned to China, and he felt a little dazed when he wrote about the cyan Watai.

It wasn't necessarily easier to write a report before returning to the army than it is now, but when I really started to write a serious report, it was easier to think about it.

After writing the 10,000-word report, he stopped, then closed the window, turned on the TV, and slipped under the covers.

The sound of lights out was already heard in the distance, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, ready for a good night's rest, waiting for tomorrow's review.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark outside, and in this lonely small building, there was no urging to get up and no shouts among comrades in the dormitory.

Being able to sleep until you wake up naturally is always a luxury in the army.

The sentry standing guard at the door has changed, and Lao Wang must have gone to participate in the drill class.

After breakfast, it was not until about 10 o'clock that the two officers of the security department arrived late to prepare for the examination of Zhang Yan.

"Zhang Yan, he is also an old comrade!"

The officer sitting on the left smiled at Zhang Yan's information, while the officer on the right was reading Zhang Yan's unfinished mission report.

"Since you are an old comrade and you know the rules of our security department, from now on, every word you say will be recorded, I hope you can answer us honestly and cooperate with the work of the organization, can you do it?"

"Yes!"

A camera was placed behind the two officers, and the camera was pointed at the three of them, who were in working condition.

"Name?"

"Zhang Yan!"

"Military rank?"

"Sergeant!"

……

After verifying the personal information of the capital, the officer on the left asked: "About the Mistral special operation operation, tell me everything you have experienced." ”

"Yes," Zhang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and took another sip of water before he began to say: "When I first came into contact with the Northwest Wind Mission, I was participating in the Hunter Battalion training mission, and I was the platoon leader of the third platoon of the training camp at that time. ”

"Comrade Cui Jianjun, the leader of the Siberian Tigers squad, is my old battalion commander, and we have known each other for a long time."

"Later, after the mission of the Siberian Tiger team failed, Comrade Liu Xiangfei took me to the hospital to visit several injured comrades, and at the same time, I also received an official notice to join the Northwest Wind Special Operations Team."

……

After Zhang Yan finished the task of the hunter training camp, he followed the special operations team of the Rocket Force into the northeast to carry out secret missions, and infiltrated into the country of sticks to carry out operations behind enemy lines.

When it came to the cyan tile, he said: "Regarding the windfall of the cyan tile, Liang Feng and I originally intended to obtain the core information, but after entering, we happened to find some unplanned things. ”

"At that time, there were only two people in the target office, Liang Feng and me, and we didn't have any contact with anyone during the whole process, and after leaving the cyan tile platform, we had direct contact with the wild wolf, and after separation, we mixed in with a civilian tour group in order to avoid the search of the police department and the security department of the stick country......

"By the way, I haven't had time to write about the things that started with the cyan tile table, so I don't have them in my report for the time being, and if you need a detailed report, it may take a few days."

The two officers did not rush to answer him, but looked down at the information in their hands and the transcript that Zhang Yan had just made.

They must have obtained information on the follow-up development of the stick country, and it is the kind that is supplied internally, but Zhang Yan is not very interested in this.

"Okay, that's all for today's question, you have a good rest, complete the corresponding task report as soon as possible, and we'll meet again."

"Yes!"

Zhang Yan got up and sent the two officers away, and then collapsed on the bed with a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to take a break, he heard a familiar voice coming from the door.

Slowly walked to the door, and saw Lao Wang standing there with two thermos buckets.

"Why is there an extra thermos bucket?"

Lao Wang didn't speak, but handed him the thermos bucket, turned around and left.

I opened today's lunch with inexplicable curiosity and doubt, only to find that his second thermos bucket contained four or five large meatballs, braised lion's head, and hard dishes from the top of the cooking class.

Looking at the lunch in his hand and the empty corridor, Zhang Yan shook his head and smiled, feeling a little warmer in his heart.

They were once brothers, and they have been brothers all their lives.

Sometimes not talking doesn't mean not paying attention, and the Brotherhood will silently do everything for you when you need help.

Today's lion's head is a little salty, and I don't know if it's because there's too much salt or ......too many tears.

After lunch, Zhang Yan continued to write his mission report, and there was no external news about the accident in the cyan tile so far, and he was waiting for the day when the outbreak would occur.

Since the first time he was censored, Zhang Yan has resumed his life like a holiday, eating and sleeping every day, and waking up to eat.

If it weren't for a few push-ups on the bed after eating, his stomach would soon be beaten back to its original shape.

On the seventh day of quarantine review, after eating at noon, Zhang Yan would turn on the TV to watch the noon news as usual, and then watch a TV series.

Something about the country of sticks finally appeared on the news, and large-scale demonstrations began to erupt at this moment.

The matter of the US military base stationed in Bangzi Country was also exposed, and it seemed to be much more chaotic than he imagined.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the task was completed quite well, at least the attention of the entire stick country was diverted.

He didn't know how the island devils and sticks bit each other later, but every time he made up their dog-eat-dog story, he couldn't help but be happy.

:,,!!