What is a veteran?

This is called veteran!

Don't tell me that training is your activist's business.

I don’t join the party, I take the make-up exam, and I don’t stay in the team to become a volunteer soldier. I don’t want anything to you, so I just retired and returned home.

In fact, most of the troops have a small group of such soldiers. They hold the rank of veterans, never miss the morning exercises, and never miss the late-order call. They will also be there for training. They just practice for a while and then yell to rest, and then sit under the shade of the tree, and they can't pull it up no matter how hard they are.

All of their training subjects are lingering between good and excellent. Occasionally, they don’t know which nerve they touch. If they get excited, they may get excellent results, but their level will always be as stable as a straight line and will not improve at all.

They are most keen to talk about what food the kitchen team has to eat at noon or evening, and whether there are any good dishes. They have great resentment towards the kitchen team always making steamed buns in the morning, saying why they don’t make buns, and then angrily criticize the mulberry and locust.

They like to show off their qualifications in front of new recruits, saying that they are veterans, and if they understand, they say, "You recruits are so bad, you know nothing." Then they pretend to be grandson in front of the squad leader, saying that you are the backbone, and we can't compare!

Then what I like most is under the shade of trees, the grass beside the equipment field, the cement piers beside the basketball court, and sitting on it to smoke a cigarette and chat for a long time. Every week, as long as there are indicators for going out, they will always be the most active ones. After they come back, they will yell at which factory their fellow villager introduced him to the beautiful girl.

In short, they like to test on the verge of violation of discipline. They know that in peacetime, as long as they are not serious violations of discipline, they will not go to military courts, nor will they be like when they are really war-breaking their superiors can kill you with one shot.

To put it in a fashionable way, I just rub it. If I don’t go in, what can you do with me?

That's right, this kind of person is a veteran.

When the soldiers get old, they become oily, and the older they get, the more oily they get.

Zhuang Yan seemed to understand Chen Qingming for a moment. In Chen Qingming's era, Zhao Fugui never dared to be so presumptuous.

But he knew very well that Zhuang Yan and he were of the same year as him, and he was in charge of the same year, so he didn't lose anything psychologically.

Moreover, it was not easy for Zhuang Yan to live in the Eighth Company, so he stayed in the team and came back. This incident had been spread throughout the company long ago, and it was said that Zhuang Yan offended the company commander and instructor.

Since that's the case, I'm afraid he will fuck him.

Seeing Zhao Fugui bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, Zhuangyan felt that if he really dared to draw his gun to enforce discipline during war, he would have broken up.

But it doesn't work now.

The troops have long said that they should lead troops in a civilized manner.

Zhuangyan has his own opinion on this matter.

Saying that you can't fight soldiers, Zhuang Yan believes that you can't deliberately abuse and torture soldiers like Chen Qingming, but I think of Yin Xiancong, or a squad leader like Lao Qi. When you can't run, you wave your belt behind you and thrust you a few times to cheer you up? Is it a matter of asking you to aim at the gun, and you are holding the gun and aiming at the birds on the tree to play, and come up and kick your ass?

Obviously, this is not the case either!

Say not to scold the soldiers.

Most of the grassroots officers and soldiers in the army opened their mouths and said "I'll fuck" or "I'm mom". Is this a scolding?

This doesn't count. In the army, this is just a tone expression. There is no such scolding, and maybe it doesn't have that flavor.

For example, a company commander mobilized before the five-kilometer cross-country competition organized by the battalion. One of them said: "We must do our best later, dare to fight, and achieve the best level. We must win!"

The other person came up, and rolled his sleeves, and shouted: "Mom, what are you all doing like a slut! Who are we? We are the 8th Company that is so fierce! Not the big guys! Later, I will run with you. Whoever runs slower will I suck whom! I won't believe it anymore. They are all one egg and two legs, and we can't beat the other companies of their company!"

You said, when you put it together, who is so excited about it?

If the troops heard the previous company commander, at most they would shout a few slogans of "must win". After listening to the subsequent company commander's mobilization, they would be sure to scream like blood, "Fuck the 7th Company of the Ninth Company!", "If you can't beat them, I am my grandson!"

This is the unique conduct of the troops.

It was originally a serious armed force, an upright violent group. Isn’t that a joke?

Want to be civilized and gentle?

This is not a university campus, and the people who are here are not scholars. Among these soldiers, there are dead houses like Han Xiaobei, some guys who are as sticky and slick as the candy like Zhao Fugui, and some people who only graduated from elementary school like Niu Dali and are strong enough to support people who are stronger than themselves. They really have to be polite and lead their troops, so they have to be taken into the ditch of Yihongyuan.

You cannot beat, scold, or touch or punish. This is not a soldier, this is a master! You are responsible for someone!

Zhuang Yan really wanted to beat Zhao Fugui up, and he believed that he had definitely the strength.

I think if Zhao Fugui is a parallel person in training, if he is naked, it will be fine to deal with him three or five.

He stared at Zhao Fugui, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were like two bayonets, piercing Zhao Fugui's eyes.

Zhao Fugui wanted to hand over the cigarette to Zhuang Yan, but the cigarette was halfway through, and it froze.

After being stared at Zhuang Yan for a full half minute, Zhao Fugui felt his backbone chills, as if he was squatting in the morgue at twelve o'clock at night.

Gudu—

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and then squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying.

"Lao Zhuang...your face..."

He swallowed again.

Because the solemn smiled stranger and his eyes were more fierce.

Of course, Zhao Fugui knew what level of solemnity was.

In the entire company, there is no one else who can do something with Zhuang Yan except Xu Xingguo. Even Yan Sheng is not good.

Moreover, when he was a recruit, Zhuang Yan was a famous soldier in the company, the only recruit who dared to fight with Chen Qingming.

Zhao Fugui asked himself that he didn't have this courage and strength.

"Squad leader..."

He changed his words.

"You seem to want to hit me...I'll tell you..."

He subconsciously moved backwards and looked around like a coward.
Chapter completed!