Gu Jiu timidly walked into the gate of the Ministry of Armed Forces, looked up at the national defense building with military emblems and national flags, and his mood suddenly became sacred, but he was still a little timid, for fear that one action would attract a burst of reprimand. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What's the fuss, hurry up. Murong Mingxiao, who was walking in front, turned around and shouted.

"Oh, good. Gu Jiu hurriedly followed.

The two of them are classmates, and they are in the same village, Murong Mingxiao's father is the village head, Gu Jiu's father is an old ruffian, and when it comes to his son, the father's temperament is to change and inherit from below, Murong Mingxiao is like a ruffian, but Gu Jiu is a good child.

In front of the defense building is a large open space, standing in a mess to accommodate young people and parents, the scene is chaotic, but the noise is well controlled. Military uniforms always give people a solemn feeling, and when the people who are fried come here, they control their voices when they speak.

These young people are all adapted young people who have been selected by the physical examination, and they are waiting for the final political examination and the home visit of the cadres who receive the soldiers, that is to say, when the mystery is revealed, who can go and who can't, there will be results in the next few days.

These days are also a time for parents to show their talents, looking for a way to find a way to stuff money, and stuffing money in a variety of ways. In economically underdeveloped areas, serving as a soldier is the way out, and it is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The economy of the Yangtze River Delta region is developed, and there are generally no people who are willing to serve in the army, and when the local government introduces various incentive policies, it is difficult to complete the annual conscription task.

For example, somewhere in Dongguan, a local young man with household registration who is willing to join the army, before he arrives in the army, takes 100,000 yuan with flowers first, comes back after military service, and gives a house. It is such an encouragement policy that makes other regions envious, and it is still difficult to carry out the conscription work.

Murong Mingxiao's family background is good, but his father still feels that it is better to be a soldier than to do anything. Eating imperial food is not only eating imperial food, but also social status. To a certain extent, among the various professions, theoretically the highest social status should be the military, which is higher than that of civil servants.

It's mostly a matter of perception.

Gu Jiu's situation is typical.

Rural families, high and low, similar to Geng Shuai's family, barely went to high school, and when they saw the cost of going to college, the whole family was sad, and there was only one way, to become a soldier. When you go to the army to study, you don't spend money, you still have money to get, no matter how bad it is, you should strive to stay in the team and eat long-term imperial food, which is better than farming. It is gold that shines anywhere, and sometimes it is self-comfort in desperation.

The captain officer of the armed forces department stood on the steps and loudly arranged the ranks, and all the young recruits who had passed the medical examination were hurriedly lined up.

"Two meters from the front and back!" said the captain, who simply walked down and took a few other contract workers to set the distance between the pacesetters, and then let everyone see them.

Murong Mingxiao and Gu Jiuyi were next to each other, and Murong Mingxiao whispered, "What are you doing, there was no such thing before." ”

"What was it like before?" Gu Jiu asked in a suppressed voice.

"Generally speaking, it's a direct home visit, and it's okay to leave, and there's no such thing as a whole gathering. Murong Mingxiao said, "The armed police officer who left my cousin last year is in Beijing, you know this." ”

Gu Jiu was envious, since he was a child, Murong Mingxiao gave him the feeling that he knew everything, and he was like an ignorant child, who didn't understand anything.

In a blink of an eye, seeing the three officers standing on the side of the steps, Gu Jiu asked in a suppressed voice, "Mingxiao, those two leaders are so young, what are their ranks?"

Murong Mingxiao looked over and said, "Both of them are majors, they are really young, I know the major next to them, he is a section chief, almost forty years old." ”

"That's amazing. Gu Jiu suppressed his voice and said enviously.

Li Mu and Li Jiu stood there, observing the team while talking to an accompanying section chief of the armed forces department on the side.

"Commander Li, there are many soldiers who go out of our county every year, and they are advanced counties in conscription every year. These are all good seedlings that are one in a hundred. The section chief said proudly.

Indeed, the happy region produces good soldiers, which also has a reputation in the army. If you look at it according to the provinces, it is said that the most capable of playing with life are the Hunan soldiers, and the most squeamish are the Guangdong soldiers. But it is not absolute, good soldiers can be produced anywhere, and bad soldiers can be produced everywhere.

Relatively speaking, Li Mu prefers Sichuan soldiers, especially those from western Sichuan. He is a Cantonese native, but in his heart, he doesn't like Cantonese soldiers.

It can be summed up in one sentence, there are many faults and hypocrisy.

Of course, Li Mu's view is also one-sided, after all, he does not have the opportunity to contact all the Guangdong soldiers, or Sichuan soldiers.

"In the past, it was the Hong Kong garrison that had this treatment, and they picked it first, and then the other troops after they finished. The Hong Kong Garrison is good, hehe. The section chief smiled.

Li Mu smiled and didn't answer, he couldn't be clearer about what kind of style the Hong Kong garrison was. The people in Hong Kong are all obedient children, and there are requirements for physical appearance and appearance, which is very different. In the whole army, only the Hong Kong Garrison has such a requirement for recruitment: the facial features must be upright, and the height must be more than 1.72 meters.

In Li Mu's eyes, the Hong Kong garrison is a vase in the army.

The real life is not in Shenzhen, but in Huizhou, once something happens, a rush can enter the port. Therefore, every time Li Mu sees something news happening in Hong Kong, a small number of stupid people making trouble or something, he can't help but laugh. The government doesn't even bother to take a look, and it's really not even a clown who jumps off the beam.

"Captain Li, the team has been assembled. "The captain officer of the whole team ran over to report.

Li Mu really doesn't look down on these cadres of the Armed Forces Department who don't have a military taste, but although they wear military uniforms, they have always been in the place, and it is normal to have no military taste.

Nodding, Li Mu walked down, without him saying anything, Li Jiu walked to the last row of the line, and the two began to look at each other one by one.

And they shall take fifteen of these men and take them away.

Murong Mingxiao suddenly became excited, and said to Gu Jiu in a low voice, "Stand well! It must be picking troops! The troops that can pick troops first must be good troops!"

Gu Jiu hurriedly raised his chest, opened his eyes wide, and his heartbeat accelerated.

"Comrades, cheer up, and if you pick the right one, you can go to Shanghai!" shouted the section chief.

Shanghai!

O metropolis!

The Pearl of the Orient!

In an instant, it was as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, each one was taller than the other, even if there were only a few ribs.

Li Mu suddenly remembered the scene when he participated in the conscription, it was only five years ago, and in a flash, he had grown into a major and deputy regiment, like a dream.

At that time, Wu Jun also said something like this: "I belong to the 31st Army! Does the 31st Army know it! I am in Xiamen! Do I want to go to Xiamen?"

It should be said that many people are attracted by the place name Xiamen. It's a beautiful and beautiful city with a developed economy, and there must be a lot of beautiful girls!

As a result, I arrived in Xiamen, got off the train in Xiamen, loaded the military card, and opened the highway for four or five hours, and went directly to the mountains.

It's too late to regret it.

When they first saw the dilapidated auditorium, Li Mu and his gang could hear the sound of heartbreak.

Shanghai, yes, Shanghai is also under the jurisdiction of the Military Region, but the 107th Regiment has nothing to do with Shanghai.

Thinking that he also had to learn from the old platoon commander Wu Jun to be a big fool, Li Mu had mixed feelings in his heart...... (To be continued.) )