"Wow—"

The solemn firewood dispersed without any signs, and all the firewood scattered all over the ground and rolled everywhere.

"Fuck!"

Zhuangyan took his own pick and was stupid.

After a while, he remembered that he wanted to rescue his two bundles of firewood, so he hurriedly picked up the firewood, and as he did Yang Songlin, he tied it up, but he couldn't make a pick. The firewood was tied tightly, and the pick couldn't be inserted into it. When it was loose, the pick was inserted into it and the shoulders on his back dispersed again.

After several failures, Zhuangyan began to collapse.

Tiredness and anxiety surged out like spring water in the spring. The more anxious you are, the more difficult you are, the more difficult you are, the more anxious you are.

After failing his last effort, Zhuangyan kicked the firewood in anger and then kicked the firewood all over the floor.

He sat on the side of the road, betting with him, and not willing to move again.

Take out the kettle, unscrew the lid and put it next to your mouth, and there is no water.

Shake, there was no sound, because it was empty inside.

The water was drunk.

At this time, the anxious mood was like the scorching sun above the head, burning the solemn heart.

"Male Gobi!"

He cursed hatefully, but he didn't know who he was scolding, maybe who was scolding him.

Really so tired...

Sitting on the cement road, the sweat on Zhuang Yan's body dripped down her clothes, and a clear watermark was printed on the cement road surface. Her hands were sore. When she opened her eyes, the newly-made bubbles on it broke again...

Chai couldn't do it well, he was so anxious that he was helpless. The extremely depressed and tired feeling made people feel like they were going crazy.

"Dududadadadada--"

The teaching team in the distance heard a melodious sound of trumpet, which was to collect the trumpet, indicating that lunch time had come.

Soon, there was another sound of the uniform and loud queue slogan "One, Two, Three, Four" - the gathering was about to have dinner.

He was only more than 500 meters away from his brigade, but he couldn't go back.

Zhuang Yan suddenly felt a strong sense of frustration and a sense of powerlessness.

After being admitted to the teaching brigade and participating in the pre-subscribe team leader training, Zhuang Yan was once full of confidence and thought that he had nothing to do. As long as he was willing to do it and endure hardship, he would definitely be able to do it.

However, facing the small pile of firewood in front of him, he caught it blindly.

Suddenly, a green Beijing Chekino drove over from the division headquarters and drove towards the direction of the teaching brigade at lightning speed.

Zhuang Yan suddenly felt a little panicked.

Although this cement road is only more than three meters wide, in addition to passing through the teaching team, it can also lead to the 271st Regiment Cannon Battalion and other places, and is a main road in the huge camp of the division headquarters.

It is not this road that makes the stern, but this kind of car.

In the 1st Division, the Beijing Cherokee is usually driven by division-level cadres. When the Cherokee was seen from a distance, the man bounced up from the ground, moved the firewood to the side of the road, and then stood attentively. When the car passed by, he saluted a military salute.

He saw the license plate clearly.

It is the No. 3 car in the division.

It is said that this is the car of the famous Deputy Commander Cai of the 1st Division.

Although this deputy commander Cai has never met before, he is said to be a character who has fought the Southern Xinjiang battle, has outstanding achievements, has ruthless training, and is afraid of everyone's eyes.

As a private, Zhuang Yan was of course a little nervous.

Because the road was too narrow, although the firewood was solemnly dragged to the side of the road, Cherokee slowed down and walked around carefully.

When the car left, Zhuang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and continued to sort out his own firewood, but no matter how hard he tried, the hateful firewood did not obey his command at all, and the situation did not improve at all. Twenty minutes passed, but Zhuang Yan still couldn't sort out the firewood.

Standing under the scorching sun, he felt like he was going crazy.

The dark green Chekino appeared in sight again, this time he drove from the teaching brigade toward the division headquarters.

After passing by Zhuang Yan's side, the car stopped beside him and stood at attention nervously.

The glass window rolled down. There was no Deputy Commander Cai with the rank of colonel in the car, but only volunteer soldiers with an arrow hanging on his shoulders.

The volunteer soldier stretched out his head, looked at the solemn, snorted coldly, and said loudly: "You recruit egg! Why haven't you done it for so long? Are you still the pre-order squad leader of the teaching team? It's useless to not get a bundle of firewood! Be a nonsense squad leader?"

After saying that, he threw it to Zhuang Yan with a pair of eyes, retracted his head, raised it to the car window, and kicked the accelerator, leaving behind the roar.

Zhuangyan stood by the roadside and was stunned for a long time before she came to her senses.

A feeling of grievance, desolation, helplessness penetrated the shoes and socks on the soles of the feet from the hot cement pavement, and ran through the blood throughout the body...

He grabbed a piece of firewood, threw it aside, sat on the ground, and suddenly burst into tears.

I kept asking myself why I came to join the army? Why did I live a good life at home? Why did I suffer from it? Why did others get a bunch of firewood here that I couldn’t live with me when I was having dinner?

These questions stuttered his throat like numbness, and tears hit the ground.

Cry, cry, cry well, and it will be a good time to cry.

No, you can't train home, so you can't tie up your firewood well; you are too stubborn, so you have to fight to teach the team; you are cheated by your father, and you have cheated on the front-line combat troops, so you have been in trouble for three years.

But you are wrong again. This is a military camp. The military camp is a place to train soldiers. There are guns here, some sweat and blood. There is no shortage of flying youth and dust here, but there is no tears here, and there are no weak people here.

Have you cried?

Then you cry well, and you will feel comfortable after crying...

A hand suddenly slapped his shoulder, jumped solemnly, stopped crying, and looked up and saw Luo Xiaoming standing in front of him.

"Squad Leader..." He stood up suddenly, and just opened his mouth, and after saying a little, his tears slid down unyieldingly.

"What a cry!" Luo Xiaoming said disapprovingly, "You always urinate! Are you like our soldiers like us men? What should we soldiers do? You shed blood and sweat but not tears! Remember!"

After passing, Luo Xiaoming walked to the firewood and cut it out in a few seconds. The bundle of firewood that could not be prepared became obedient and soon became stronger than what Yang Songlin had tied for him.

"Go back with me!" The acting captain Luo Xiaoming spoke like a division commander.

After saying that, lifting firewood was like carrying a load of light grass.

Zhuang Yan followed behind the acting captain Luo Xiaoming and walked towards the large cement marble arch of the teaching team in the distance. There was a red banner hanging on the gate - bleeding, sweating, and tears, skin, flesh and blood, and no back-up - XXXXXX troops teaching team.
Chapter completed!