Reconnaissance squad leader Song Ruimin carried the washstand and left with wireless squad leader Huang Zhonghe and telephone squad leader Xiao Gao.
Wang Ke came to the yard and looked at the starry sky above his head, thoughtfully.
The landlord, Uncle Geng, and his family were having dinner. Wang Ke thought for a moment and walked towards the company headquarters.
The old platoon leader Hu Zhijun has not returned yet, and the lights in his room are still dark.
"Report!" Wang Ke stood at the company door and shouted.
"Come in." In the room, the bearded company commander Tian and instructor Ding were both there. When he saw it was Wang Ke, the bearded company commander Tian stood up, holding Wang Ke's bone-yellow pencil case.
"Well, command platoon leader, come on, come on, um, thank you!"
Wang Ke walked in the door and saluted with a bang.
"Company commander, you're welcome, we have arranged to make another batch."
"Command platoon commander, you are very professional, better than those issued by the artillery unit." Instructor Ding also came over. When you take the company's affairs as your own business, you will grow.
"Well, command platoon leader, I have assigned a soldier to you today, Wang Mingsheng. Well, you must lead this soldier well."
"Yes. Company commander, instructor, we will."
"Commanding platoon commander, there is some slight controversy over this soldier Wang Mingsheng, but the deputy company commander has always told us that this is a good seedling. After joining your reconnaissance squad, the rest will depend on you." Instructor Ding also stepped forward. Pat Wang Ke on the shoulder.
"Understood." Wang Ke puffed up his chest and said loudly.
"Well, platoon leader, are you okay?"
"Yes, company commander. I would like to report to the company that our gas masks need to be carefully inspected." It was Wang Ke's turn to talk about business at this time, and he directly pointed out the topic.
"Well, I heard the deputy company commander came back and said, um, um, you guys encountered a poisonous lake on the top of a mountain. What does this have to do with our company's gas masks? You, eh?" Bearded company commander Wang Ke heard this When I said this, I immediately started laughing.
"Company commander, what if Staff Officer Hu comes back from the regiment and arranges for us to train there?"
"No, commanding platoon commander, chemical defense training is a new topic, and the regiment alone may not arrange it casually." It seems that instructor Ding fully agrees with the company commander's opinion.
"However, company commanders and instructors, many of our soldiers have privately removed the protective membranes inside the gas masks. If we really pull the company there, at least more than half of them will suffer non-combat attrition."
"Well, well, well, we know about this. If we really want to pull him over, let's talk about it." Company Commander Bearded Tian still didn't believe that his superiors would really pull the company to the poisonous lake for training.
"Then company commander, instructor, I'm going back."
"Okay, let's go back. Tomorrow's company training schedule will be notified before breakfast tomorrow." Instructor Ding sent Wang Ke to the door. Wang Ke turned around, saluted the two company leaders, and then went back.
Halfway through, Wang Ke felt a little worried and turned to the wireless class and telephone class. Tonight, the protective diaphragm must be put back. If it is lost, find the company clerk immediately and replace it.
Back at the reconnaissance squad, Song Ruimin and the entire squad had returned, and they were holding a squad meeting.
"Have the gas masks been checked?" Wang Ke asked.
"Report to the platoon leader, all inspections have been completed. Gu Maolin's has been put back, and the others are 100% intact." Song Ruimin was recognized as the second best Wang Ke in the company. He stood there and stood at attention with a big mouth.
"Where's Wang Mingsheng's?"
"Wang Mingsheng's situation is also normal. But platoon leader, we have just divided the work. I want Wang Mingsheng to take over Niu Suozhu's gun counter and let him take over as the second gun counter and calculation hand." Song Ruimin said one more thing.
"Why is it arranged like this?" Wang Ke asked: He knew that in addition to Song Ruimin, the current focus of the reconnaissance squad is Ma Zhuo Zhao Mingming, while Gu Maolin and Digua Liang Xiaolong are both steering wheel operators. There is no shortage of people in calculations, but there is a shortage of people with equipment.
"Reporting to the platoon leader, our whole class can now operate the steering wheel and gun mirror, but the gun mirror is more precise. I am thinking that we should use Wang Mingsheng's expertise and let him study on precision instruments."
What Song Ruimin said was very reasonable, but Wang Ke believed that Song Ruimin must be hiding Xiao Jiujiu. The artillery mirror is usually located in the main observation post, or command post, which means there is no need to run sideways. If there are any mistakes, they can be corrected in time. It seems that Song Ruimin is still worried about Wang Mingsheng.
"Okay, let's arrange it like this for the time being. But recently, Niu Suozhu is still the main one, with Wang Mingsheng as the supplement."
"yes."
"Let's have a meeting." After Wang Ke said that, he looked at Wang Mingsheng specifically. The boy lowered his head and said nothing. Wang Ke couldn't ask where he had just found him.
Wang Ke walked back to his room and had nothing to do. He washed his face first, then sat there and thought carefully about the ridge of the elephant's leg and the possible problems that may arise in interleaved training. , I always think of Poison Lake.
If the company really goes there for training, besides gas masks, what else should we pay attention to? For example, if someone is really poisoned, how to detoxify?
Wang Ke really broke out in a sweat just thinking about it.
Not long after the class meeting, the lights-out whistle blew in the distance. Lying in bed, Wang Ke still had to solve these three problems, but it was too messy. He searched his guts and dug out all the high school chemistry at the time, but he still couldn't find a complete solution. I fell asleep unconsciously.
In the middle of the night, Wang Ke was awakened by a slight noise again. He listened carefully and found that the sound came from his empty shell box. The sound of "rustling" sounded again. It was similar to the feeling of a mouse chewing on the box, but it was not. Wang Ke reached out and put the three flashlights he had just bought into the bed. Using his hand, he unscrewed the back cover, reinstalled the upside-down battery, and screwed the back cover back on.
Then he quietly took it out, pointed it at the box, and suddenly pushed the switch, and a sharp flashlight light illuminated the two boxes. The one above belongs to Gu Maolin, and the one below belongs to Wang Ke. If there is a mouse, it will definitely run away in a hurry.
But there was nothing. The sound of "rustling" is gone. So fucking weird. Wang Ke jumped off the fire bed, shuffled his shoes, and came to the box. Even if he didn't shine, there would be some residue left after chewing for a long time, but there was nothing around the box.
After Wang Ke's fuss, Gu Maolin muttered: "Platoon leader, go to sleep. You must be so stupid, and you don't want to be lonely anymore."
"Well, maybe it's this thing." Wang Ke responded in a low voice, then took out the key and opened his box. Shining a flashlight on the mahjong box revealed that the lid was indeed not tightly closed. Wang Ke opened the lid of the box, and one of the four chickens on it had already reached the lid.
Wang Ke thought for a moment, and it was probably this "dishonest" Yaoji. Okay, since you figured it out, I will simply take you out to prevent you from messing around in the box.
Thinking of this, Wang Ke put the Yaoji into the right pocket of his military uniform.
At that time, soldiers' uniforms only had two pockets on the top. Wang Ke on the left has already installed the newly purchased bronze pocket watch, and Wang Ke on the right has installed this Yaoji.
Using the light of the flashlight, Wang Ke took out his pocket watch, opened the cover, and saw that it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night. Wang Ke simply put on military pants and a top, and went to the next room to check the shop.
Lifting the door curtain and turning on the flashlight, Wang Ke walked to the small courtyard. The night scene in the countryside is quiet. The jujube trees and cypress trees in the yard cast a large group of dark shadows in the moonlight. A gust of wind blew by and the leaves swayed, adding a bit of mystery.
In the distance, there are a few birds chirping. Wang Ke walked towards the west wing. He pushed it away gently and turned on the flashlight towards the ground. In the scattered residual light, he saw five people sleeping on the fire bed. The head of the kang is Song Ruimin, the end of the kang is the Niu Suo Zhu, and in the middle are three recruits.
Wang Mingsheng slept between Digua Liang Xiaolong and Niu Suozhu, with one hand stretched out from the quilt. Wang Ke stepped forward and was about to cover him with a quilt when something suddenly seemed to be kicked under his feet. When he lowered his head, he saw that the shoes of three recruits were scattered on the floor.
Wang Ke bent down and gently arranged the shoes of the three recruits in order. Each pair of shoes must have the toe facing outward and be placed directly under the pillow. This way, even if there is an emergency gathering, when you jump off the kang, your feet will be able to jump off the kang immediately. Insert into shoes.
This is the consciousness of being a soldier, the consciousness of fighting.
After placing the shoes, Wang Ke stood up gently again, stuffed Wang Mingsheng's hands into the quilt, and pulled the quilt up for him. Then prepare to exit the room quietly. The light of the flashlight flashed, and Wang Ke suddenly noticed that Wang Ke Mingsheng's eyelids moved.
Wang Ke stood there, watching quietly, then opened the door curtain and walked out.
Just as he was closing the door, Wang Ke heard a turning sound in the back room behind him, followed by another sigh.
It was Wang Mingsheng. He was still up at two o'clock in the middle of the night, at least not soundly asleep. What on earth was this recruit thinking? Standing in the yard, Wang Ke thought that he must talk to this guy tomorrow.
Go back to the house, take off your shoes and clothes, and go back to sleep.
No matter it’s cloudy or rainy, it’s always sunny if you’re in a good mood. We can't let this kid go forward with ideological baggage.
Wang Ke closed his eyes as quickly as possible. When he woke up again, he took out his pocket watch and saw that it was exactly four-thirty. Just when he turned over, Gu Maolin got up almost at the same time as him.
Put on your hat, clothes, and trousers, then squat on the kang and fold the quilt.
The quilt was folded here, and Wang Ke took out the socks from under the pillow. He put on his socks, put the pillow under the quilt, stepped off the bed and put on his shoes. When he opened the curtain and walked to the small courtyard, he had already tied his belt.
In the courtyard, except for Wang Mingsheng, the five people from the reconnaissance class were already standing in a line. Looking at the courtyard gate, the wireless class was already here and the telephone class was running towards this side.
Without saying anything, Wang Ke waved his hand and commanded the platoon to run directly eastward from the entrance of the courtyard, doing the usual ten-kilometer run before going out for the drill.
Habits become natural, and these ten kilometers, together with climbing trees on the way back, have become conscious actions of the command platoon. No one regards long-distance running as a burden anymore. On the contrary, if I don’t run for a day, I feel uncomfortable.
During the gap between running, Wang Ke heard the conversation between the old squad leader Huang Zhonghe and the reconnaissance squad leader Song Ruimin behind him.
"Wang Mingsheng didn't come?"
"Well, this bear soldier was making sesame cakes all night long."
"Burning sesame cakes" is the code word of the army, which means tossing and turning and insomnia.
