"What ... Did I just hear someone say, Class A? Who?"
This was the first reaction of the crowd. Most of them had just been enthusiastically discussing the group leader’s old gossip and didn’t hear clearly, so they were a little dull and confused on the spot.
"Well, Captain Yang Wudong Yang of 439 said that Han Qingyu's fusion test result was A level."
There are clearly explained instructions, but the tone is not as sure, but it is simply referred to.
"Ah ... isn't it announced yet? How do he know?"
"A-level, real or fake? How long has it been since 425 had an A-level?!"
"It's Qingzi... Qingzi!"
The discussion of the four sidelines was from the rush, uh, dancing like a bee, and finally exploded like artillery battles.
At the same time, "Pa", the chief of staff raised his head and gave himself a slap on the forehead. He looked up to the sky and closed his eyes, wishing for his life. "Fuck you, uncle Li Wangqiang. Didn't you clearly agree to it last night? Go back and make a long-term plan...repay yourself." Said if necessary, you can press it. "
In fact, as a partner, the chief of staff can think of using his toes. It must be that the head of Li Gang and the old rival squeezed each other, but the crowded ... I took the A level to the face of others.
This shameless goods.
On the other side, Captain Li had originally proudly planned to follow him to continue to show off, and he suddenly saw theuts of the chief of staff ... when he returned to God, he stood up and stood up.
The remaining Han Qingyu faced the head of Yang Duan alone.
"You mean, my test result is A -level?" Han Qingyu asked very much because he did not know his test results.
The entire 425 except the leader of Li and Chief of Staff, no one knew it.
"Yes." Yang Wudong nodded, and while observing Han Qingyu's reaction, he explained: "Your regiment leader said that he and the chief of staff asked his senior sister last night to find out... to keep things safe."
"Wow~"
"It's really Class A, it's really Class A."
"incredible."
Amid the excitement and uproar, the future Captain Mira stretched out her arms... then paused... then put them down. Excitement turns to loneliness.
In the end, I stood silently in the corner, feeling sad alone: It's difficult, it's over... So, why did I kiss the banner at that time? I'm a foreigner, I'm a foreign girl, why should I be so shy?
425 The exciting scene was a bit heartbreaking, but it was still within Yang Wudong's expectations. What exceeded his expectations was the reaction of the A-level recruit in front of him.
Isn't he excited? Or were you so excited that you lost your mind?
Yang Wudong was about to open his mouth to remind him, but Han Qingyu raised his head first and spoke.
"What about the others?" he asked seriously and expectantly.
So, he actually still cares about this? Yang Wudong: "...Then I don't know."
"Oh, thank you, Captain Yang."
Thank you, big-headed ghost. Captain Yang said to himself.
"...Wait a minute," Yang Wudong thought of what he thought was the only possibility, "Do you actually not know what Class A is?"
Han Qingyu: "Yeah."
"..." Yang Wudong was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth without making a sound, opened his mouth without making a sound... After about ten seconds, he finally found an explanation, pointed at himself and said: "Look at me."
Han Qingyu looked at him.
"I have a fusion degree of B-, and my personal combat power ranks among the top 40 in the entire army... the top 37."
Yang Wudong paused for a moment when he said this, then moved closer, and then continued in a low voice: "You captain, you can't beat me now."
Understood, Han Qingyu nodded.
Then he unconsciously turned his head and glanced at Captain Li who was standing a little further away. He thought to himself that this meant that he didn't hear it. If he heard it... they might start fighting.
"So, remember, true strength is not measured by fusion detection, nor is it fed by source energy blocks... practice hard, and see you on the battlefield in the future."
"Finally, long live the Ninth Army and long live Bancha."
After Yang Wudong said that, he turned around and left.
Contrary to Han Qingyu's expectation, Captain Yang, who had just had a heated argument with his captain and seemed to be looking for trouble in an aggressive manner, ended up just saying these things to him.
"Thanks..." he wanted to say.
"How about I kick you, can you feel it?" Yang Wudong suddenly turned around.
"ah?"
"Yichengli...is here." Yang Wudong said this unexpectedly loudly.
Then, without waiting for Han Qingyu to respond, he took a step forward, raised his leg, "hoo", and swept over directly.
Han Qingyu could only hurriedly raise his arms to catch him.
"boom."
There was a muffled sound.
pain.
Heavy.
"squeak……"
This move was not comparable to Zhang Daoan's leg on the training ground. Han Qingyu stood in a right lunge to support himself while lowering his body to release the force.
But he was still retreating, his feet sliding on the dry loess on the ground, plowing two deep marks.
"Stop?"
"Stop!"
The exclamations from the instructors... In their eyes, retreating was normal. What was surprising was that Han Qingyu stopped.
Even Han Qingyu himself thought that he had stood still at a certain moment, but no... suddenly, a huge surge of force hit him.
It feels like you are confronting a continuous and steady wave. Although it is difficult, you still withstand it...and then, suddenly, a huge wave with completely different strength and speed hits you.
"boom!"
Only Han Qingyu himself could hear this sound with his senses.
It was too late for him to mobilize the liquid source energy.
The next moment, amid the screams, he finally lifted his feet off the ground, and at a very fast speed, he volleyed into the truck behind him.
"Wow."
There were exclamations.
Almost all of the people in 425 were caught off guard.
This is going to hurt.
Then, Yang Wudong moved. As if he had been prepared, he ran a few steps quickly, grabbed Han Qingyu's clothes, and pulled him back.
After landing, the two people stood very close to each other.
"I'm sorry, the kick is actually two levels of strength... and for insurance, I also added a layer of surge strength." Yang Wudong whispered.
Han Qingyu: "Yeah."
"I feel sorry for you... I want to give my children some confidence. I have actually inquired about the test result of 439, and it is best to just be a B-." Yang Wudong paused and said, "I don't want them to think that they are A-grade. How amazing.”
Han Qingyu said nothing for a while.
"At the same time, you should also give some confidence to your fellow recruits. Most of them are not so talented... It is not easy to persevere and survive."
Yang Wudong whispered finally, turned around, and walked towards his children.
"Forget it, let's get out of the way...Who made your captain not hold back and bully the younger ones? Haha." From a distance, he laughed loudly and said: "But you just saw it, as long as you are willing to practice , the degree of integration does not actually determine everything.”
…………
Four days and four nights.
The return route allowed 425 to arrive home two days and one night earlier than when he left. It's probably not accurate to say home, because in a few days, when the fusion test results come out, they will leave here.
More than a dozen trucks stopped one after another inside the 425 base.
Through the rear of the car, the recruits saw a person, Zhang Daoan.
Probably because the regiment leader and chief of staff were both there, Zhang Daoan, as the chief instructor, did not go with him this time.
"Strange."
When we got off the bus, someone murmured.
"What's wrong?" someone else asked.
"I actually felt friendly when I saw Instructor Zhang. He beat me badly."
"Ha... you're not a masochist, are you... Hey, why am I a bit like that too?"
"Probably because we are slowly becoming veterans too," another person chimed in.
Zhang Daoan stood like a statue.
The recruits passed by, greeted and saluted.
He returned the favor.
The same goes for 11 nights…
But when they arrived at Han Qingyu, there was something unexpected - Zhang Daoan saluted first, and kept it without letting go.
Han Qingyu had no choice but to salute him, "Instructor Zhang, are you?"
"Thanks."
"ah?"
"It's been seven years. This is the first time Lao Miao called me today..." Even though he was saying thank you, Zhang Daoan's tone was still stiff. Maybe he was afraid that if he didn't hold back, his emotions would pour out, "Lao Miao said he couldn't come, so let's I salute you on behalf of him and the 700 Reserve Station."
So, it was the incident before... The merit reporting materials had been approved, and the incident process and the situation of the parties involved had also been fed back to the 700 Reserve Station.
The Lao Miao mentioned by Zhang Daoan is the webmaster of the 700 Reserve Station, and one of the few people left with the red eraser back then.
He even left 425 in anger.
Unexpectedly, I owe another 425 because of a new recruit.
That night, the cafeteria prepared a sumptuous dinner for the recruits.
The lame Master Geng suddenly came over.
"Tuk."
"Click."
Put down a bowl of beef noodles and an iron plate of roasted lamb.
"These are the two things I am best at." He said to Han Qingyu, "For Xiaomiao, thank you."
At this moment, the recruits realized that the lame chef in the cafeteria, Elder Geng, was actually another veteran left behind by 425's strongest red eraser.
