The next days of recruit training, like a frying pan. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

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As long as he is free, Zhao Ying will burn yellow paper with me to worship Guan Gong.

As soon as Sima Jian said help me touch my bones, the fortune teller Wang Hu took the opportunity to touch my bones and pinch my bones, and those hands became gentler and gentler every time.

My cousin didn't have time to pay attention to me, so he went to the dormitory next door to fool the newcomer.

In addition to watching and coaxing, Zhang Er also opened the market to bet on how long my chastity can be maintained.

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The only happy hour was when the old gun taught me to play with a gun, and every time I watched the old gun dance that spear impermeable, I imagined that one day in the future, I would ride a white horse in white clothes and kill the majestic scene of the past in the midst of thousands of hosts.

I am destined to be a hero, the heavens are entrusted to the people, must first touch their muscles and bones to suffer their minds, empty their bodies and actions to mess with their actions, although I walk in the night, but no amount of suffering can not stop my heart yearning for light, so the old gun marksmanship I practice very seriously, there is difficulty to step up practice, there is no difficulty to create difficulty to practice.

Seeing my diligence and good appearance like a model youth, Lao Gun Lao Huai was pleased, and he couldn't wait to teach me all the secrets of his ancestors, and arranged for his two hundred catties of yellow flower girl to add vegetables to me, and instructed his daughter to cook me alive when she had the opportunity.

For this reason, I would like to thank the old monk who often appeared in my childhood, if it were not for his quotations and admonitions, I would have been harassed by his daughter, I would have raised the butcher's knife to kill demons.

The days are as the old monk said in childhood, and they pass inadvertently between the fingers.

When my chastity was about to bend, I finally waited for a turning point, and the recruit training came to an end, and then we all pulled out the camp and dispersed to several quasi-front-line positions for a one-year internship.

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Of course, our recruit eggs are just doing logistics, smelling the real smell of blood by the way, and mobilizing for the later training.

Half a year later, the six comrades-in-arms in our dormitory have run in a deep relationship, before leaving, everyone drank a big drink, Wang Hu drank my waist and cried so much that the sky fell apart, as if I was going to die heroically tomorrow.

I could tell that he was really sad and couldn't bear to be separated from me.

And I'm glad I was finally able to get rid of these fools for a while and take my first steps as a hero.

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The old monk in his childhood said that life is like a spring dream, and after the climax, he still opens his eyes to the broken world.

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Dogday's life really played with me fiercely again, and our six friends broke up and set off, and when we arrived at our destination, we all got together again, and we were arranged to serve in the same riding camp and sleep in the same barracks.

The old gun also came, and his mother brought his daughter over, and the beautiful name was that the girl came to the military camp to work as a part-time cook to subsidize the family.

"Fate," I wept.

"Fate" Wang Hu was also so happy that he burst into tears, and his orchid fingers trembled slightly.

"Fate" The old gun girl carried a half-person-high iron pot, and her tears flowed very charmingly.

The life of the dog day has made many heroes short of breath and how many beauties have lost their faces.

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Our internship location is located in the north of the Daqing Empire, not to the northernmost part, where dead birds are dried in summer and frozen dead in winter, but fortunately, the primeval forest is abundant.

The opponent of the Great Qing Empire here is the Great Thunder Country, a half-nomadic and half-forested people, and the Great Thunder people are tall and big, and their skin is called white.

Ever since I met the enemy woman, the daughter of the old gun family dug the mud from the puddle every day to cover her face, and every day when we met, she told me to give her three months, and she would definitely be so white that she was snow and I couldn't tell the difference between her and snow.

I calculated the time, and in three months, I should be able to close the mountain with heavy snow, and when the time comes, I will bury her on the spot, which is really stupid and unclear.

The environment here determines that the battle can only be cavalry, and most of the logistics we do in the barracks are to take care of the war horses and repair the riding equipment, and the scout of the cavalry on the Daqing side has a very strange name, called the horse wind, describing the white horse as smooth as the wind.

Immediately the wind often has to go out to mow the grass in a group, the meaning of mowing the grass is to go around the enemy camp, maybe you can meet a lone opponent to pick up a few heads to grab some battle achievements back, there is no sign of aggression on both sides recently, the knights are panicked.

Cutting grass is such a handsome and exciting thing, of course I want to try it, and by the way, rehearse my heroic posture of killing the enemy immediately. Of course, I have to learn to ride a horse first.

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In order to allow the knights to lend us horses to learn how to ride, I gathered all of us to discuss a solution.

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"Why don't we teach them marksmanship in exchange?" suggested the old gun, holding a cigarette stick. Everyone shook their heads together, thinking that the land marksmanship of the old gun was not used on horseback.

"Why don't you burn yellow paper with them and worship brothers?" Zhao Ying proposed, and everyone looked at Zhao Ying like idiots.

Sima Yi seemed to have found an opportunity to show off his knowledge, and excitedly suggested: "Why don't I help them order a dragon's lair?"

We were silent, giving people to the cemetery on the battlefield, Sima Yi was purely looking for death.

"Why don't you give them the tobacco leaves of the old gun?" Zhang Er's proposal was a bit reliable, everyone turned their heads to look at the old gun, and the old gun pulled out his waist knife, revealing a look of death and death.

"Do you want to send Wang Hu to them?" Zhang Er saw the anger of the old gun, and quickly changed the topic.

Everyone looked at Wang Hu together, Wang Hu's face quickly turned red, and his little finger pushed me, as if asking me if I was willing, and looked like he wanted to refuse and welcome. When it's my turn to pull out the waist knife, a soldier can be killed, but not humiliated, even if he is humiliated, he can't be humiliated by a man.

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The old gun girl saw that I was angry, and she raised her hand anxiously and heartbrokenly to relieve the siege: "Why don't you send me, anyway, I am also a yellow flower girl, and the knights are stationed at the border all year round, and they must be very lacking in love." ”

The words shocked everyone silently, this is a plan that everyone is happy about, but no one dares to nod at this time, the old gun squatted on the ground and smoked violently, his eyes were deep.

"Dad" The old gun girl saw that everyone didn't dare to speak for a long time, and her tone carried a trace of deep resentment: "Don't you often talk to me about dedication? ”

"The woman is not staying" The matter has come to this point, the old spear chief sighed and stood up, held the hands of me and his daughter, and said to the girl affectionately: "Girl, Daddy can't persuade you, although there are many handsome guys on the cavalry side, but you have to remember an old saying." ”

"Is that the sentence that doesn't pursue eternity for a long time, but only cares about what you once had?" the girl said.

"No" Lao Gun lamented his daughter's stupidity: "It's better to have a bird in the forest than a bird in your hand, girl." ”