Special Years

At night, the small bungalow on the hillside is quiet.

Under the dim light, Zhu Dekang was lying on the bed with martial arts as usual, watching with relish.

Various passwords came from the training ground in the distance, and the soldiers of the Eighth Company were training at night.

When it was about to finish the exercise, Zhuang Yan walked into the door sweating profusely in a vest, carrying a bucket and a change of clothes. He was about to take a shower, but was stopped.

"Hey! Wait."

Zhu Dekang put it down, sat beside the bed, and pointed to the small bench in front of him.

"Sit down, I have something to tell you."

Majestic hesitated for a moment, put down the bucket, and sat down on the small bench.

Zhu Dekang asked: "You went to training just now"

"Well, Squad Leader Li is also there." Zhuang Yan said: "He said that I was not stable enough to hold the gun, and that I still had problems with standing shooting in the second practice, so I trained my hand strength all night tonight, and my hands were sore when I held it. ."

"It's a small thing to be sour. Your training intensity is really a piece of cake now." Zhu Dekang stretched carelessly and said, "I went to the company commander today and asked him to approve the members of the cooking class to also participate in the teaching brigade. Advance selection of squad leader personnel.”

"What!" Zhuang Yan didn't come back to his senses all of a sudden.

"I said, I will go to him and ask him to approve the cooking class to participate in the selection, but he has not agreed." Zhu Dekang said: "This matter is estimated to be discussed with the instructor and the deputy company commander. It is estimated that these two days There will be results, so don't relax, starting from tomorrow, I will take you to train together, as long as you listen to me and practice hard, I guarantee that you are no worse than anyone in the squad!"

Zhuang Yan understood this time.

But he couldn't understand why Zhu Dekang helped him like this.

If it was just because Chen Qingming's contempt for the cooking class had irritated this veteran at noon today, then at that time he had completely swelled Chen Qingming's face with his military literacy of absolutely dominating the entire company.

He didn't need to go to the company chief in person for a recruit who had only known him for more than a week.

"Squad leader..." Zhuang Yan was a little embarrassed. If the cooking class was included in the selection of the teaching team, the biggest beneficiary would be Zhuang Yan.

"You wonder why I help you" Zhu Dekang asked.

Nodding solemnly, he didn't speak, it was a default.

Zhu Dekang bit his lip, as if making a choice.

After a few seconds, he made up his mind and said, "It's not your fault that the pig died."

"What?" The solemn mind couldn't turn around again.

Why is this suddenly pulled from the selection of the teaching brigade to the pig?

"Actually, it should be my fault that the pigs died..." Zhu Dekang said: "Before you came, I fed them... I fed them some strange things... Actually, I just wanted to do an experiment... …”

Zhuang Yan looked at Zhu Dekang in astonishment.

eat something weird

what the **** is that weird

"Old monitor...you said those pigs...died from eating strange things"

Zhu Dekang shrugged: "Actually, I thought about it later and thought it was possible."

"What did they eat?" asked solemnly

With an unnatural expression on his face, Zhu Dekang said, "My hometown is on an island. When I went back to visit my home this year, relatives on the island killed pigs. The meat was especially delicious, with a umami of sea water. I doubt it. , he said that pigs usually rush to the beach and eat shellfish and seaweed from the sea..."

Zhuang Yan had already guessed what Zhu Dekang was going to say.

"Old squad leader, you probably also fed the pigs something from the sea, right?"

Zhu Dekang swallowed his saliva and said, "Some time ago, there were a lot of seaweed and other things on the beach in front of the water police station, and a large area washed up to the shore. I thought that it was similar to grass, so I went there. When I was collecting the glutinous water, I brought some back by the way..."

"I understand..." Zhuang Yan almost didn't laugh out loud and said, "You brought back all those things and fed them to the pigs, right?"

At this time, Zhu Dekang lost the momentum of a veteran, like a primary school student who did something wrong, scratching his head and said: "Well, I did bring it back to feed the pig, after feeding it for a while, the pig was a little diarrhea, and I stopped. Hey, I thought it was because I broke my stomach, but I didn't expect something to happen to you later..."

Solemnly remembered that the small pier over the water police station often docked some large speedboats with four motors commonly known as "big fly", as well as small gunboats. These boats were more or less oily and discharged into the sea.

Generally, in this case, the fish on the nearby sea surface looks fine, but they will smell of diesel oil when they are caught and eaten. It is estimated that things such as seaweed are also polluted to some extent.

Daring that Zhu Dekang wanted to raise a group of pigs like their hometown, that's why he came up with such a bad idea, which turned out to be self-defeating.

Zhu Dekang said: "Actually, I'm not sure if there is a problem with eating that thing. I've been thinking about it over and over for the past few days, and it's possible. I yelled at you in front of the company commander and deputy company commander that day. It's quite wrong."

Zhuang Yan said, "That's why you're thinking of compensating me."

Zhu Dekang shook his head: "No, every yard is a yard, let me tell you this, because we do things upright, we carry our own blame, and we can't let you, a new recruit, suffer a dumb loss, I will find a chance to tell the deputy company commander about this. Clear. As for helping you win the coaching team, it has nothing to do with you. I was just thinking..."

He solemnly looked at Zhu Dekang and waited for him to continue talking.

Zhu Dekang seemed to organize the next words in his mind, but maybe he didn't know where to start.

After thinking for a long time, he said, "You know, in my first year as a soldier, I was more diligent than anyone else, and I didn't fall behind at all in training, but in the third year, I failed in the military academy because my cultural class was not good. After that, I knew that I was finished, so I asked to go to the cooking class and became the squad leader. I thought I would just be discharged from the army, but when I visited my home that year..."

"I go home, but I wake up at 5:30 every day, and I can dream about getting up. I feel as if I don't fit in with the local life. After being a soldier for a long time, the life of the army will seep into your blood. , so I applied to stay in the team, and after the fourth year, I stayed for the fifth year, and what I thought was to become a volunteer..."

He raised his head to look at Majestic and said, "But I know that my chances of turning into a volunteer soldier are very small."

Solemnly comforted him: "Old squad leader, your military is so good... It should be no problem to switch to a volunteer soldier."

Zhu Dekang scolded bitterly with his foul language: "You new recruits know a bird! You think that the volunteers are so good for a combat unit like ours, and they can fight a lot, no matter how good my military is, as long as I'm not competing If you get a name from the top, you are also a piece of garbage, and if you turn to a volunteer, unless you are a technical talent, you are a piece of shit!"

This is a heavy topic~www.wuxiax.com~ Zhuang Yan suddenly found that he understood Xu Shiyou a little bit.

Every year, so many young people come to join the army. It is not a star and a half that they want to be admitted to the military academy and become a volunteer soldier. However, there are only a few indicators for a company's examination and promotion, and the competition is not cruel.

Perhaps the reason why Xu Typical is so desperate is that he himself has a sense of crisis.

There was silence for a while.

Zhu Dekang added: "I saw you practicing the single and parallel bars the other day, and suddenly felt that you are a good soldier, man, if you pursue one thing seriously, it is worthy of being looked at by others. Yes, but I can fulfill you, solemnly—"

Zhuang Yan subconsciously responded: "Here!"

Zhu Dekang said: "Remember, to really go to the coaching team, train well, be a good soldier, at least don't embarrass our cooking class."

Zhuang Yan nodded vigorously and hummed.