"What do you want to compare?" The company commander asked Chen Dabiao.

Chen Dabiao pursed his lips and said, "It's better than fists and feet...... I obviously can't beat Sima Changkong. However, being a platoon commander doesn't necessarily have to be good at martial arts! ”

"And what do you want to compare?"

"The platoon commander is also an official, as the saying goes, the prime minister can hold the boat in his belly, and he must have generosity (belly)!" Chen Dabiao is full of energy, who says that rough people don't understand common words.

"Da Biao is right, there is generosity." Changkong still agrees with the word "generosity".

"Let's eat steamed buns better, whoever eats steamed buns more and faster, who is the platoon leader!"

"Big belly? You're talking about a big stomach! The company commander frowned, daring to love Chen Dabiao's "generosity" is a big belly, the company commander thinks it is very funny, it will be really embarrassing if this is spread out for a company, so I won't let them compare.

However, Changkong felt that it was quite innovative and challenging, so he dragged the company commander aside and said, the company commander was helpless, so he asked the kitchen to make thirty big steamed buns, fifteen for one person.

Chen Dabiao grabbed the steamed bun and gobbled it up and stuffed it into his mouth, and Changkong was slow and methodical, chewing slowly one bite at a time, and drinking some water from time to time.

When Yang Rong saw this scene, he smiled. Deng Zhi who can win, Yang Rong pointed to Changkong, but Deng Zhi looked at Sima Changkong's steamed buns and had not finished eating, Chen Dabiao had eaten them, and felt that Yang Rong was wrong, but Yang Rong just smiled and didn't answer.

Chen Dabiao gnawed on the steamed bun violently, eager to swallow the steamed bun in one bite, and the other soldiers saw that Chen Dabiao had won the battle, and they all stood behind Chen Dabiao to cheer, and some even called "Chen Platoon Commander" directly.

One bite can't become fat, Chen Dabiao began to fight too hard, he ate four steamed buns in a row, and when he reached the fifth one, it was already the end of the strong crossbow, and the steamed buns that had just been imported couldn't swallow it, Chen Dabiao felt that the steamed buns were getting bigger and bigger, and the cheeks were getting tighter and tighter. Chen Dabiao glanced at Changkong viciously, it was okay not to look at it, and when he saw that Changkong was holding steamed buns and comparing with him, he had already eaten to his throat......

Chen Dabiao was discouraged, and the cat's waist was all spit out, and a sour breath spread...... The soldiers all sided with Sima Changkong......

"Can you still eat it? Chen Dabiao? The company commander covered his nose.

Chen Dabiao couldn't speak, he vomited really hysterically, and waved his hand at the company commander, meaning that he couldn't eat, he really couldn't eat.

"Okay, I declare that Sima Changkong has won the competition!" The company commander waved his hand and said, "Clean up here, it's all scattered!" The second row ate all these steamed buns, and gave Chen Dabiao a slow meal if he couldn't finish it! ”

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Although Sima Changkong has become a legitimate platoon commander, Chen Dabiao is not convinced, he thinks that if he also chews and eats slowly, Sima Changkong is not an opponent at all, but the company commander has already awarded him the title, and it will be a joke to fight again...... That's right, joke! I'm going to make him make a fool of himself in public, so that his platoon commander is not down-to-earth!

Chen Dabiao took advantage of the fact that the big guys were asleep in the middle of the night, and secretly got out of bed and took the knife in the sky......

The next morning, Changkong couldn't find his knife, and after a frenzy of searching, he found that Chen Dabiao was looking at him with slanted eyes, and he was smiling very weirdly, and he understood seven or eight points in his heart.

"Chen Dabiao, where did you hide my knife?"

"Who hid the knife? Don't lie to anyone! ”

"Okay, I saw it all last night, you took someone's knife in the middle of the night!" Yang Rong stood up, in fact, his grandfather didn't see Chen Dabiao stealing the knife, but he felt that Chen Dabiao's tone of speech was a provocation rather than a justification.

"There is no grass by the river, where is the mouthy donkey! What's your business! Chen Dabiao glanced at Yang Rong and said to Sima Changkong: "I took it, what's wrong!" I'll tell you where it is, and if there's a kind, you'll look for it! I put it in the manure pit at the back of the camp and threw it in the manure pit! You just go and catch it! ”

Sima Changkong's face was furious, he really wanted Chen Dabiao's bones to be unloaded! This knife was given by the master, more expensive than a thousand gold, and when he left, his father engraved the words "kill the Japanese and protect the country" on it, which can be said to be a priceless knife. Actually let this scoundrel give ......

Changkong pushed Chen Dabiao away and grabbed the door, and Yang Rong followed closely behind......

The people in the second row followed Chen Dabiao to the edge of the manure tank. The manure tank, the smell is imaginable, a few people are disgusting and can't stand it and go back early, they simply don't have the ability to stick to watching the plot development below.

"Here's this, you can fish slowly, the knife is in this dung tank!" Chen Dabiao handed Sima Changkong a bamboo pole, one end of which was tied to a scoop that usually holds water, this thing is called "dung stirring spoon", also called "making stick".

How deep is this manure tank? No one has measured it, but the feces in the pond must be two meters from the edge of the pool, so the shallowest of this tank must be three meters.

A few more brothers left, and I couldn't help it, and I threw up my lunch. Some people say that if you stay next to the manure tank for a long time, you will get sick.

Sima Changkong held his breath, took the dung stirring spoon and began to find his love knife. Chen Dabiao wanted Changkong to make a fool of himself in public, and quietly walked behind Changkong, without me saying more, he knew what Chen Dabiao wanted to do...... Many people saw it, but everyone covered their mouths and noses, and no one dared to open their mouths, as if the smell of feces in the sky would come in when they opened their mouths.

Chen Dabiao kicked Changkong's back violently, but he didn't expect that Changkong was about to change positions, and as soon as he moved to the right, he saw a big man in the shape of a biao slipping into the manure tank.

Fortunately, Changkong was quick-eyed, threw the dung spoon, and grabbed Chen Dabiao's arm with both hands. Chen Dabiao screamed, and the sound was harsher than the sound of killing pigs.

Chen Dabiao really has some weight, I don't know what he grew up eating. Changkong spent a long time trying to beat Chen Dabiao up. But the manure stirring spoon fell completely into the manure tank.

"Why did you save me? Don't you know I'm trying to kick you down? Chen Dabiao sat on the ground, just now due to too much force, sprained his ankle, at this moment he only cared about gasping for air, regardless of the quality of the air around him.

"No matter what you want to do to me, if you are in danger, I can't help but take action, because we are comrades-in-arms and brothers! If you have grievances, you will talk about it later! Changkong picked up Chen Dabiao and was about to go back.

"You're not looking for your knife?" Chen Dabiao asked.

"The knife is to be found, but I'll send you back first!" Sima Changkong carried Chen Dabiao on his back.

"Sky! I'm sorry for you! I...... I fought with you for platoon commander, and you didn't resent me for stealing your knife, and you still saved me...... I ......" Chen Dabiao cried, a big man actually cried, this cry came from the heart. "Changkong, I didn't throw your knife into the manure tank, I lied to you just to kick you in the manure tank and make you ugly...... The knife was behind the pile of rocks next to the third tree on the east side of the training ground. ”

"Since the knife isn't here, I'll go over and get it later, or I'll take you to the infirmary first."

"Changkong, I'll help you get a knife." After Yang Rong finished speaking, he trotted in the direction of the training ground.

Since then, Sima Changkong has become the platoon commander of the second platoon. He took these 30 brothers to practice their killing skills every day, and in the whole battalion competition a month later, the second platoon won the first place. They are no longer newcomers, their unity, their close brothers have given them great strength, and this force may be stronger than the combat effectiveness of a company or a battalion.