No matter how moved it is, Zhuang Yan understands very well that if you live up to Yin Xiancong's hope, you can only rely on actions.

After dinner, Zhuangyan returned to the bungalow, packed up her belongings, and prepared to move them to a row.

While packing up, Zuo Xiaoheng, deputy classmate, came.

"Lao Zhuang!" He walked in with a smile, "I'll help you move things."

Zhuangyan looked behind him, and there was no one.

So he said, "What? Didn't you ask for help?"

The reason why I asked this is not because Zhuang Yan felt that Zuo Xiaoheng should be privileged.

However, the old rules in the army: if the new squad leader takes office and the squad deputy comes to help get things, then no one comes to help behind him.

This seems a bit strange.

After all, the army still pays a little attention to the rank of seniority. As the rank of Zuo Xiaoheng, no one follows him, which shows that his prestige in rank of 3 is not high.

"Hi!" Zuo Xiaoheng shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The youngest soldier in the same year said with a helpless look on his face, "Lao Zhuang, you don't know. The company commander asked you to be the third squad leader. This is not to promote you or use you. This is to push you into the fire pit!"

While folding his clothes, Zhuang Yan asked, "Oh? How do you say this?"

Zuo Xiaoheng came over, put some solemn miscellaneous items into the yellow bucket one by one, and said, "Oh... the third squad is the most difficult squad in the entire company."

Putting everything in the bucket, he simply sat directly to the edge of the bed, looked at Zhuang Yan and said, "Didn't you not know who brought the team from Class 3 in the past?"

Zhuang Yan was stunned and immediately remembered: "Chen Qingming's class."

"By the way!" Zuo Xiaoheng said: "After you went to the teaching team, Chen Qingming did not pass the military academy because of the complaint. In the second half of the year, he just passed by and waited for retirement. He didn't care about training anymore. The whole class used to be the most ruthless, but later he was the one who was the most ruthless, and even the company commander had no choice but to deal with him. After all, he had no hope, so what else could he do with him? Later, he was discharged from the army and Niu Dali took over the third class. You also know what kind of squad leader Niu Dali was. He didn't have much training mind at all, and he would bark like a mad dog. In the first year, there were still people who were afraid of him. In the second year, who would pee... so he couldn't control it. Now, you are here, you are pushing it on you, very clean."

Zhuang Yan said: "So, the training in Class 3 is the worst?"

Zuo Xiaoheng said: "Of course the worst, this is not all, and the worst style in the entire company is also the third class. Who are the three classes? You don't know. When we were recruits together, we were not a good-looking guy. Zhao Fugui, Guo Xiaoli, Fang Dabao... These are all living treasures!"

Of course, these names are not unfamiliar with the solemn nature.

We were all soldiers of the same year and were in the same platoon back then.

The people Zuo Xiaoheng named were the worst training that year.

Chen Qingming likes to mess with people, but in military training, he is a product that is left nine streets behind when compared with Yin Xiancong.

Therefore, the soldiers he brought out were of no match for other squads.

There was no pre-order leader sent to the teaching team in Class 3, but usually three were released.

The difference between heaven and earth.

In addition, if you really gave up on yourself later as Zuo Xiaoheng said, you can imagine what the situation would be.

"How many new recruits have been added this year?" asked Zhuang Yan.

Zuo Xiaoheng said: "There are few new recruits this year. The third squad has only one new recruit, but..."

Speaking of this, he shook his head again.

Zhuang Yan said: "This recruit is also very bad?"

"The first in the new recruits company." Zuo Xiaoheng said: "My name is Chen Hao. His family is a businessman. He is an old smoker. He is a first-class person, but he is diarrhea after training. Especially when he runs five kilometers, he cries his father and mother and rolls all over the ground. He originally wanted him to go to the kitchen team, but Li Chuangcheng saw this soldier and dared not accept it. He said that the kitchen team is not short of people..."

"Company Commander, I gave up on our third squad and stuffed the worst and worst squad here. They all gave us three nicknames, called the garbage recycling station. All the better soldiers were sent to our second squad. The third squad is the master who doesn't love her father and mother doesn't love her."

Zuo Xiaoheng's scolding made Zhuang Yan feel a little headache.

If there are many veterans in the third squad, there is only one new recruit...

In fact, you can also think of it with your toes that if the veterans were diarrhea, the recruits would definitely go bad, and what's even more terrible is that the recruits themselves are not good soldiers. This can be said that the weasel met a skunk and went stinking together.

It was the first time Zhuangyan encountered this situation.

He led the recruits.

New recruits are good.

Because when we first joined the army, everyone was a piece of paper and had a great sense of awe for the army.

However, the veterans in the second year were different, and the veterans in the second year were generally started to get oil. Moreover, the situation in the Iron Eighth Company was even more unusual, because Zhuang Yan's soldiers this year specifically accounted for almost 80% of the company. In this way, there were cases where there were very few soldiers in the third year, very few soldiers in the first year, and very many soldiers in the second year.

If these soldiers are of good quality in the second year, then after the new recruits join the company, they will make rapid progress with the help of the sect.

Once these second-year soldiers have low quality, the newly joined recruits will be assimilated soon.

Zhuangyan was only the second year soldiers, and many of the members of the third squad were their own soldiers of the same year.

How to bring it?

Zhuang Yan and Zuo Xiaoheng walked towards the row of houses, and along the way, he had been considering this issue.

"Ouch! The new squad leader is here!"

As soon as Zhuang Yan entered the door, he saw Fang Dabao sitting by the bed raising his head, holding a cigarette in his mouth, but the person did not stand up, as if he was not seeing the squad leader of Class 3 walking in, but a passerby who had nothing to do with him.

In the row of rooms, the beds of Class 3 are in the innermost.

The people in Class 1 and 2 were training on the training ground, but the eight people in Class 3 sat here neatly and smoked and chatted.

No wonder Zhang Jianxing concentrated the worst people in this class.

Those who are close to red are red and close to ink are black.

What I fear is that I am afraid of mutual contagion and influence each other. Class 3 is like a plague, all of which are pushed together and are centrally isolated.

"Damn it, the squad leader is here, don't you stand up?" Zuo Xiaoheng felt a little embarrassed.

Zhao Fugui said: "I said Lao Zuo, just save money. They are all soldiers of the same year. What kind of squad leader is not a squad leader? Don't put on airs in front of revolutionary comrades!"

"That's right, why bother!" Guo Xiaoli also agreed.

"You guys are really helpless!" Zuo Xiaoheng was a little embarrassed, but cursed helplessly, "No one believed you were a soldier!"

Zhuangyan blocked Zuo Xiaoheng in the railing and signaled him not to speak.

The battle with these soldiers was a battle. Zhuang Yan felt that he still needed to touch the details of these people.

If the future is long, we should not rush to control the poor soldiers.
Chapter completed!