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At the Xingfu County Railway Station, at 0:05 a.m., 20 recruits of the 107th Light Rapid Combat Regiment directly under the Southeast Military Region were waiting quietly in the waiting room.

With them, there are also happy county recruits who have gone to other war zones. Set off in unity, and after arriving in a certain big city, they were diverted and rushed to various troops.

The waiting room was clearly divided, the recruits of the 107th Regiment were as proud as peacocks, because they wore 07-style desert camouflage uniforms without any signs, while the other recruits wore cucumber skin, extremely ugly pure green old-fashioned training uniforms, and looked more like they were in prison than enlistment.

Li Mu knows that this is the last batch of recruits to wear cucumber peels to enter the army, and next year's winter conscription will be changed to autumn conscription, and all recruits will wear 07-style camouflage uniforms, which is better-looking.

The wind was cold, there were mountains around the train station, and there was some fog, and under the light of the incandescent lamps, it was gray. Looking out of the cobwebbed window, it was also gray.

Parents are gathered outside the door of the waiting room, the door of the waiting room is not closed, but the isolation line is pulled, the parents are not allowed to enter, can only squeeze each other outside the door to see their children, restless, from time to time to the commissary to buy some water to buy some food, within an hour to send over two or three times, just afraid that the child is thirsty and hungry, and no longer know what to do.

The open space in front of the station was full of cars, there were twenty or thirty luxury cars, and on the other side, there were a large number of motorcycles, all of which were driven by parents. Perhaps it is only at this time that these parents stand on a fair footing for the first time - your child is a soldier, my child is also a soldier, you are nothing great, maybe my child's army is better than your child's.

The recruits were still smiling, completely unaware that they would not be able to see their parents for at least two years.

The office of the railway station is in a compartment in the waiting room, and it can be said that Li Mu and Li Jiu, who control the fate of all the recruits, and several other cadres leading the troops are smoking and bragging inside. The highest rank was the lieutenant colonel of the armed police, and he asked for more than 30 recruits, all of whom were brought to Hebei.

The lieutenant colonel of the armed police is a very hearty northwest man, pointing at Li Mu and saying, "Commander Li, compared with you, our armed police are raised by the stepmother." Your twenty soldiers, I'm looking at it and drooling. ”

Li Mu said, "How comfortable and comfortable are your internal security troops, they are more comfortable than mobile divisions, and the treatment is also good." A few years ago, we went to a certain place for training, and we lived in a mobile division barracks, single beds, exclusive cabinets, and one room for each class, and the environment was better than that of a hotel. As for us, the Niu brigade, we still use shelf beds, bunk beds, and a row of rooms to live in a row. ”

The bull brigade laughed, "This can't be compared like this. The People's Armed Police Force has the support of the local government, after all, it is a dual management. The nature is also different, you field troops, you are ready to pull out at any time, and you can go anywhere with a drill in the field at the foot of the mountain. The People's Armed Police Force does not have this. ”

That's right, the army mobile unit, as far as individual soldiers are concerned, as soon as the backpack is dozen, get on the car and leave, everything in the barracks can be thrown down. Heaven is the bed, the earth is the bed, the gun is in the hand, that is to go all over the world.

The captain of a logistics unit of the Air Force kept smiling and silent.

The Niu Brigade didn't intend to let him go, pointing at him and saying, "If you want to say comfortable, their Air Force logistics is called comfortable." The allowances of the conscripts are higher than ours. ”

The captain of the Air Force laughed and did not reply, because it was a fact. Relatively speaking, the Navy has the best treatment, followed by the Air Force, and the worst is the Army, and the worst in the Army is the compulsory soldiers of the grassroots companies of the field troops, which is called a miserable one, with a monthly allowance of only 302 yuan last year, and 602 yuan at the end of last year.

The food standard is also the lowest for the army's field units.

Those who eat the worst, take the least, and work the most tired, can be said to be tossed to death, but there is one point, which is not on the part of the navy, air force, and even the armed police. The training is not the same.

The Niu Brigade is also clear that the army leaders are trained to shoot the enemy, and the armed police force is more like a policeman, and you can't go up and shoot the suspect directly. To put it bluntly, the armed police force is not enforcing the law to a certain extent.

Army Field Force Law Enforcement?

Which one is the Constitution?

If you want to use the gun, either you will die or I will die, I will not forget to train my soldiers to the death, and the battle will be lost.

Speaking of which, army officers have some natural inferiority complex in front of naval and air force officers, but Li Mu does not. He was a twenty-six-year-old major and deputy regimental commander, and only others looked at him and had low self-esteem.

The recruiting cadres were chatting and farting, and the recruits in the waiting room were holding back their addiction to cigarettes by smelling the smell of cigarettes, and had whispered conversations to divert their attention.

Some heartless, small snacks were eaten, and they laughed. Those who are emotionally sensitive have begun to sit and not speak, and the first thing is to drive their parents away, and if they can't see it, they won't think, their nose will be sour, and they won't cry.

Crying, so many people watching, how embarrassing.

Twenty recruits of the 107 regiment sat in two rows back to back, with their knapsacks at their feet. The quilt used for sleeping was made into a backpack and placed directly on the dirty ground, and the recruits couldn't figure it out for a while. Some people still fantasize that they may be given new ones when they arrive in the army, and if they are dirty, they will be dirty.

They simply don't know that everything they receive now belongs to the army's finances, quilts, clothes, backpacks, ropes, camouflage, galoshes, and will accompany them for at least two years.

As for whether it is dirty or not, when they engage in field warfare in the future, when they think back to today, they will feel how much they love to be clean now.

"Jiu'er, smoke a cigarette?" Murong Mingxiao couldn't hold back, glanced carefully at the office, and whispered to Gu Jiu.

Gu Jiu also looked over and said hesitantly, "It's not good." ”

"Look over there. Murong Mingxiao's chin was raised, and a few recruits on the opposite side secretly hid in the corner and smoked cigarettes, "Let's hurry up, we can't smoke when we get to the army." ”

Gu Jiu was still hesitating.

Murong Mingxiao took out a cigarette, gave Gu Jiu a look, and then got up and walked to the corner of the office that he couldn't see. Gu Jiu had no choice but to follow.

After splitting the cigarettes, the two of them took a big puff.

"Do you have any inside information, tell me about it. Murong Mingxiao asked in a low voice.

Gu Jiu said, "There is no inside information." ”

"You are still pretending, when you were in the armed forces, the baby-faced battalion commander called you to talk for several minutes, you kid must know something. Murong Mingxiao glared at Gu Jiu.

"It's really nothing. Gu Jiu said, hesitated, and said, "Even if there are twenty of us, only half of us can really go to the combat unit." ”

"Huh?" Murong Mingxiao suddenly exploded.

Gu Jiu said, "I really don't know the specifics, when the baby-faced battalion commander was chatting with the regiment commander at that time, he said that." Don't tell anyone about it. ”

"I'm stupid to tell someone. Murong Mingxiao groaned, "I know that there is no way, now we are meat on the chopping board, and people want to chop and chop as much as they want." ”

"Anyway, it's all Unit 9527, it's the same everywhere. Gu Jiu said.

Murong Mingxiao glanced at Gu Jiu with disdain, "Please learn more common sense." Can combat troops be the same as logistics troops? I don't want to go to logistics and wait for death. A relative of mine has been in logistics for seven or eight years, and you know what happens when he comes back, and his-a-beer belly comes out. ”

"Such an exaggeration?" Gu Jiu's eyes widened, and he was also a little nervous, and he couldn't help but look in the direction of the office.

Murong Mingxiao said, "It's not an exaggeration at all. I tell you, if you have the chance, you have to express your attitude to the regiment commander and resolutely ask to go to the combat unit, and by the way, help me talk about it. The head of the regiment values you, if you make a statement, the head of the regiment will definitely agree. ”

Gu Jiu lowered his head, his voice was low, and said, "The head of the regiment doesn't value me, but sympathizes with me." ”

All of a sudden, Murong Mingxiao didn't know what to say, so he could only pat Gu Jiu's shoulder, and for a long time, he said: "Jiu'er, in the future, my allowance will be given to you, send it home, even if I borrow you, you work hard, and you will pay me back when you stay in the team and have a salary." ”

Gu Jiu raised his head and looked at Murong Mingxiao for a while before he nodded slowly.

With their relationship, Murong Mingxiao wanted to help Gu Jiu, which was something that he would have done a long time ago. But Gu Jiu has a hard temperament and is very clear, and he will resolutely not accept money. This may be Gu Jiu's last confidence-I'm poor, but I have backbone!

Liu Guisong came over like a mouse, took out the soft China, and stretched out his hand in front of Murong Mingxiao, "Dude, borrow a fire." ”

Murong Mingxiao looked at Liu Guisong and didn't react, and Gu Jiu hurriedly handed over the lighter.

clicked, Liu Guisong returned it to Gu Jiu, "Thank you, buddy." ”

Just stand on the side and smoke together.

"Dude, you're 107 too. Liu Guisong said, squinting his eyes in the smoke.

Before Gu Jiu could answer, Murong Mingxiao looked at Liu Guisong condescendingly and said, "Your height doesn't seem to be up to standard, right?"

In front of Murong Mingxiao, who was nearly 1.8 meters tall, Liu Guisong, who had just been stuck in the standard line, looked like Wu Dalang, and it was estimated that his nickname would not be the same as Shi Lei's - Dalang.

"Just passed, hehe. It's also magical, I measured my height in the morning, I met the standard, and when I measured my height in the afternoon, I was almost lost, and I was lost. Liu Guisong fiddled with his fingers and said in surprise, his expression was so rich.

Gu Jiu understood this, so he said, "In the morning, people's spine is in the most relaxed state, and in the afternoon, the spine is somewhat compressed, so there is some difference in height between the same person in the morning and evening." ”

"I thought there was something wrong with the machine. Liu Guisong is not stupid, he immediately understood, and suddenly realized.

Murong Mingxiao couldn't understand why a person like Liu Guisong could also enter 107. Not only was this man short, but he was also ugly. Those facial features have nothing to do with the word upright, but looking at this guy's emotions, it is obvious that the pass is smooth.

When he went to the army hospital for a physical examination a few days ago, Murong Mingxiao noticed this person and couldn't figure it out.

The head of the regiment is broken, right?

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Liu Guisong, and I run a hardware factory at home, which is in the west of the city. Dude, where are you. Liu Guisong took the initiative to say.

Gu Jiu said, "We are farmers from Shengli Village. ”

Liu Guisong was surprised again, his expression was very exaggerated, in fact, it was his habit, he was a somewhat arrogant and cheerful person.

"Victory Village, Tuhao Village, hahaha. Liu Guisong said, "Your village is amazing, I went to it once, and the village is so neat, almost all of them are small villas." ”

Gu Jiu pointed at Murong Mingxiao and introduced, "His name is Murong Mingxiao, my name is Gu Jiu, Mingxiao's family is a mine, and their family is rich." My family is a farmer and very poor. ”

Liu Guisong looked at Gu Jiu, others would have an inferiority complex when they said this, but Gu Jiu seemed to be talking about other people's things.

couldn't help but glance at Gu Jiu a few more times, this comrade-in-arms is not simple, and his personality is very tough.

People are poor, but they have backbone!

Liu Guisong is a typical poor family background, before he went to junior high school, the family environment was similar to Gu Jiu's, in junior high school, his father went out to build a hardware factory, from a small workshop to the current regular factory with 100 workers, but also experienced a lot of hardships.

There is a fundamental difference between the rich second generation like him and the rich second generation who was born with a golden key, and his tutor is also quite good, so Liu Guisong has no arrogance, treats people generously, has a natural personality, and rarely blushes with others. Therefore, he has a lot of friends and are willing to be friends with him.

"Shake hands, we will all be comrades-in-arms in the future, I have poor congenital conditions, and my brothers will take care of me in the future. Liu Guisong smiled and stretched out his hand to Murong Mingxiao.

Murong Mingxiao hesitated and shook hands with Liu Guisong, and Gu Jiu took the initiative to shake hands with Liu Guisong.

In the future, he will be in the same army, and it is a good thing to communicate his feelings in advance, Murong Mingxiao looks down on Liu Guisong, but he doesn't want to make the relationship very stiff. At the root, they have no contradictions, but they can't get used to seeing another person with such poor external conditions as they can enter 107, and they feel that they have forced 107 to be lower.

The cadres who received the troops walked out of the office, tidying up their clothes as they walked, and they all put on unsmiling and serious expressions.

The waiting room was quiet all of a sudden, and it used to be talking in a suppressed voice, but now it was so quiet that even a needle could be heard. However, the staff at the train station did not take it seriously, and shouted loudly to go out to the platform to pick up the train.

The train is coming.

Among the cadres who received the troops, the highest position was Li Mu, who was also the head of the receiving corps, and he was the one who gave orders before boarding the train.

Li Mu glanced at it and said loudly: "All units organize boarding!"

Naturally, the leading cadres of various units below organized the recruits to stand up, organize the procession and prepare to go to the platform, waiting to board the train.

The parents outside the door began to get excited, all crowded to look inside, but they didn't dare to step through the door, and some of them shouted to their children, and finally said a few words.

The recruits didn't look back, and followed the team from the waiting room to the platform. At this time, whoever turns back is not a real man. Men are ambitious in all directions, and lovers are all cowardly.

The fog was accompanied by a cold wind, and the atmosphere became more and more solemn under the lights, and there was some solemn atmosphere. There is no scene of reluctance to part on the platform, there is a group of recruits who have been simply trained in a queue and are ready to board the military column and go to the army in an orderly manner.

Needless to say, the officers stood there, and with a few words, the ranks were in order.

The military train is not a military train in the real sense, but a fixed-line train, which specially frees up a few carriages to get on and off the train from the starting station to the terminal station. The military transport coordinator communicated with the people in the railway department to ensure the smooth movement of troops.

On this day, hundreds of thousands of recruits traveled across the country to the troops by different means of transport, mainly by rail. All the recruits of the garrison on the Tibetan plateau were sent to the garrison by military planes.

"Get on board!"

After the last count of the number of troops in each unit, Li Mu issued the last order as the commander of the receiving corps.

There was no time to think, and there was no time to think, the recruits boarded the train.

This time, it should be the boiling fire of the battlefield and the battle, and there will be thousands of nostalgia to talk to? )