New recruits always show off their power when they arrive. The army is not a harmonious place. Of course, many times there is friendship between comrades-in-arms, but that is a necessary social relationship between people. The warmth derived from it is not its own function, and it is definitely not society. Being gentle, courteous, frugal, giving way, or being a personal hero is all about being in the limelight. After all, this is an absolutely violent organization that always discusses and trains how to efficiently take away the lives of others. In the name of justice, doing necessary evil is not a sin, but most of the time, it is evil.
Shen Rusong, with his hands behind his back, stood under the bright sun like the recruits. From noon to dark, he and the veterans behind him watched for as long as the recruits trained, until the rest of the team moved in. Shen Rusong Then he looked at his watch, waved his hand, and shouted: "Dismissed! Let's go eat!"
Is it bitter?
Average level.
Not to mention Shen Rusong's three years of rigorous training in the non-commissioned officer school. When the ordinary conscripts were in the recruit company, no matter it was exposed to rain, sun, frost, or wind, they were practicing when they opened their eyes, and they were practicing when they were closed. Is it tiring to run cross-country in your sleep? Mud cross-country is indeed tiring, and I couldn't bear it at first, but how did Shen Rusong and the others get through it? Running up tunnels on the surface, all the way up, often starting at 20 kilometers, how do the hunters train? Run up the winding mountain road outside Longshan, specifically during the snow season. First run to Tianchi, an altitude of 2,600 meters, then swim to the other side with your hands tied, then continue running to the four-meter main peak Bailong Peak to pick edelweiss flowers. , and then run back.
Is this tired?
Maybe.
What about the survey team? What about the soldiers on the Western Front who have been exposed to high-radiation primeval forests for several months? Are you tired of fighting like a meat grinder with the Guptas in a large city filled with wind and sand? Yes.
What about the infrastructure soldiers who plant rice in the munitions farm in spring, plow fields in summer, cut veins in autumn, and repair water conservancy in winter? What about the mine soldiers whose service years are extended if they don’t dig enough coal every day?
Who is relaxed and who is tired? But at least there are people who are kind enough to get stamped.
This was what Shen Rusong was thinking when he watched the base civilian officer stamp the notice. Is it a kind of post-traumatic syndrome or something messy? Shen Rusong always feels that he is holding in a breath and can't get out no matter what. Maybe it's because he feels unhappy after giving up his credit, or maybe he's melancholy when the old person dies and the new person comes.
After dinner, during free time, Shen Rusong took the rare initiative to find Deng Feng. After the two had a good fight, their relationship was definitely not that good. The friendship between comrades was not bad, but in daily life, they were as close as brothers. It's not like that. Some estrangements and estrangements just exist, just like if you can't stand some people, you just can't stand them, but everyone has a tacit understanding not to break out.
This is the relationship between Shen Rusong and Deng Feng. Deng Feng is unambiguous in his daily training, and in combat, he fully displays the skills of veterans. Although he is unsatisfactory in maintaining the authority of the squad leader, this kind of thing is invisible and intangible. Why does the class have to pay so much attention? Deng Feng never looked down when his superiors or outsiders came, so the relationship between the two was not bad.
The moon is clear tonight. Standing on the base wall, the night breeze is refreshing. The sound of the bell coming from nowhere is clear and sweet. Shen Rusong puts his hands on the wall and scans the vast fields, far away. There is still lingering light on the horizon, as if the fine black satin of the rising night is hung with golden and red tassels.
Shen Rusong unbuttoned his discipline buckle, twisted his neck, leaned forward and gave one to Deng Feng, then sat on the steps, pointed at the few recruits who came to the playground for additional training and said, "Old Deng, what do you think of these soldiers?" Sample? "
"General." Deng Feng replied. His two fingers holding the cigarette were already burnt brown, and the calluses were worn layer by layer, making them very rough. He crossed his legs and scratched his crotch.
"A seventeen-year-old kid is still a kid no matter how much he practices."
Shen Rusong took a puff of cigarette, unaware that Deng Feng who said this was actually just twenty, but he looked as old as thirty. Shen Rusong was not much better. He had been exposed to the wind and sun for half a year. Traveling all over the place, I don’t know if the edges in my heart have been smoothed, but the wrinkles on my face have increased. The collagen may only be obvious to the young female soldier. He doesn’t look like someone in his twenties. He looks like he is twenty-six. appearance.
"Fighting, rebuilding, seventeen years old is not considered a child, he is a man."
"I'm still a bitch." Deng Feng smiled as soon as he said it. He squatted down and glanced at the squad leader who had a section of his neck exposed. Looking at this dark and capable brother who was laughing, how much resentment could he still have? Shaking his head and dusting off the cigarette, he wanted to say something but felt it was unnecessary.
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A cigarette costs a lot of money, and then Deng Feng smoked. The two chatted about each other's families, what they wanted to do during the vacation, and other leisurely topics. What was a bit unexpected to Shen Rusong was that Deng Feng was actually an only son. .
Talking about this, Deng Feng touched his thick black eyebrows like daggers and sighed: "My mother was injured when she gave birth to me, and she couldn't give birth to me anymore. It doesn't matter if there are two of them in the same building. The little boys are playing together and they are almost inseparable."
Shen Rusong talked about the embarrassing incident when he skipped class and took his sister to roller skating, and was caught and beaten by his mother on Bell Tower Street. The two of them were having fun until Shen Rusong saw someone coming and stepped on them. Cigarette butts, tied with a discipline buckle, remind Deng Feng to pay attention to his image in front of new recruits.
"Report!" The two recruits saluted the squad leader and deputy.
Shen Rusong recognized the female soldier as Mr. Jia, and the 1.9-meter tall man was named Xie Minghui. The two names sounded very close.
"Take a break." Shen Rusong said with his hands behind his back.
Before Shen Rusong said, "What's the matter?" Jia *** asked first, "Squad leader! When will we go to the front line!"
"I heard that the bandits like to stage ambushes, we have to attack first!" Xie Minghui's voice was as strong as his body, and his voice was very loud.
The smaller Ms. Jia stood with her hands behind her back, her face slightly rounded by her field green military cap. She loudly said, "We always attack first!"
"The instructor said that the Battle of Yanqi will be over in winter! But our company is fighting bandits in Beiqin! Squad leader! When will we be transferred to Yanqi!"
"Yes! Monitor! I want to ask this!"
Before Shen Rusong could speak, Deng Feng walked up to the two recruits, gestured at their heights, and said, "You, 1.7 meters?"
"Yes! Class deputy!"
"After you eat, go back to sleep and grow taller."
Jia *** blushed.
"You, 1.9 meters... 93 meters?"
"Ninety-two!"
"When you're full, press your legs. If you're shorter, the sharpshooters will pick tall people like you to shoot."
The two recruits just stood there with blushing faces, neither leaving nor saying anything back, until Shen Rusong slowly leaned against the wall, pointed at the two of them, and said, "You heard what the squad deputy said?" Now, go back to sleep or stay!"
The two of them were frustrated, turned around and took two steps before being stopped again.
"You didn't say it was! Monitor!"
The two had no choice but to turn back and salute before walking away.
Shen Rusong shook his head, and Deng Feng said playfully: "It looks exactly like when you first came here."
Shen Rusong laughed and said meaningfully: "The three firemen who took office also look like you. I haven't been here for half a year, but for three and a half years."
"Fighting, rebuilding, seventeen years old is not considered a child, he is a man."
"I'm still a bitch." Deng Feng smiled as soon as he said it. He squatted down and glanced at the squad leader who had a section of his neck exposed. Looking at this dark and capable brother who was laughing, how much resentment could he still have? Shaking his head and dusting off the cigarette, he wanted to say something but felt it was unnecessary.
A cigarette costs a lot of money, and then Deng Feng smoked. The two chatted about each other's families, what they wanted to do during the vacation, and other leisurely topics. What was a bit unexpected to Shen Rusong was that Deng Feng was actually an only son. .
Talking about this, Deng Feng touched his thick black eyebrows like daggers and sighed: "My mother was injured when she gave birth to me, and she couldn't give birth to me anymore. It doesn't matter if there are two of them in the same building. The little boys are playing together and they are almost inseparable."
Shen Rusong talked about the embarrassing incident when he skipped class and took his sister to roller skating, and was caught and beaten by his mother on Bell Tower Street. The two of them were having fun until Shen Rusong saw someone coming and stepped on them. Cigarette butts, tied with a discipline buckle, remind Deng Feng to pay attention to his image in front of new recruits.
"Report!" The two recruits saluted the squad leader and deputy.
Shen Rusong recognized the female soldier as Mr. Jia, and the 1.9-meter tall man was named Xie Minghui. The two names sounded very close.
"Take a break." Shen Rusong said with his hands behind his back.
Before Shen Rusong said, "What's the matter?" Jia *** asked first, "Squad leader! When will we go to the front line!"
"I heard that the bandits like to stage ambushes, we have to attack first!" Xie Minghui's voice was as strong as his body, and his voice was very loud.
The smaller Ms. Jia stood striding with her hands behind her back, her field-green military cap making her stand out.
Her face was a little rounded, and she loudly said, "We always attack first!"
"The instructor said that the Battle of Yanqi will be over in winter! But our company is fighting bandits in Beiqin! Squad leader! When will we be transferred to Yanqi!"
"Yes! Monitor! I want to ask this!"
Before Shen Rusong could speak, Deng Feng walked up to the two recruits, gestured at their heights, and said, "You, 1.7 meters?"
"Yes! Class deputy!"
"After you eat, go back to sleep and grow taller."
Jia *** blushed.
"You, 1.9 meters... 93 meters?"
"Ninety-two!"
"When you're full, press your legs. If you're shorter, the sharpshooters will pick tall people like you to shoot."
The two recruits just stood there with blushing faces, neither leaving nor saying anything back, until Shen Rusong slowly leaned against the wall, pointed at the two of them, and said, "You heard what the squad deputy said?" Now, go back to sleep or stay!"
The two of them were frustrated, turned around and took two steps before being stopped again.
"You didn't say it was! Monitor!"
The two had no choice but to turn back and salute before walking away.
Shen Rusong shook his head, and Deng Feng said playfully: "It's very similar to when you first came here. @·无码第一~~"
Shen Rusong laughed and said meaningfully: "The three firemen who took office also look like you. It's not half a year, but three and a half years." Shen Rusong shook his head, and Deng Feng said playfully: "And It looked like you when you first came here. "
Shen Rusong laughed and said meaningfully: "The three firemen who took office also look like you. I haven't been here for half a year, but for three and a half years.
