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The next day at noon, Fugui returned to the dormitory tiredly. He originally planned to wash his dirty clothes, but opened the wardrobe, and it was empty inside. He asked An Xiuguo in wonder: "Strange, why are my dirty clothes gone?"

An Xiuguo shook his head blankly: "How could I know? We came back from training together. Isn't my comrades helping you wash it?"

Fugui shook his head and said, "Besides, they want to throw all the dirty clothes to me to wash, how could they help me wash?"

He closed the cabinet and suddenly remembered that he had just gone upstairs and saw the clothes hanger in the yard full of clothes. He stamped his feet and said, "I know who washed it." After that, he rushed downstairs and saw his clothes on the hanger.

He ran into the water room and saw Yanran lowering her head and washing a pile of clothes in the basin. Although it was cold winter, her forehead was covered with sweat and her chest was wet.

He rushed over and took off the clothes from her hand, and said blamingly: "Sister-in-law, you just got married, how can you do this? Don't you know that you can't work for three days after marriage?"

Yanran wiped her face with her cold hands and said with a smile: "It's nothing. I'm used to working in the countryside, so I feel uncomfortable when I rest like this."

Fugui pushed her away and said, "Come on, sister-in-law, hurry up and take a rest, I'll wash it."

Yanran smiled honestly and washed her clothes stubbornly: "You have been training hard enough, so how can you have the strength to wash clothes? Let me do it. Besides, Shengli has also said that you have been helping him over the years, thanks to you taking care of him."

Fugui rolled up his sleeves helplessly to help her lift water. Yanran was washing her clothes. Her curly hair moved with her forceful movements, and her bangs were stuck to her forehead by sweat.

She might have noticed that Fugui was looking at her, turned around and smiled at Fugui, and asked casually: "Fugui, have you gotten married?"

Fugui shook his head and said, "No."

Yanran looked at him disbelief: "Then you should have a partner, right? You are so handsome, isn't your girlfriend very beautiful?"

Fugui helped him dry his washed clothes and said, "It's average, it's also from the countryside."

Yanran stood up straight, rubbed her waist and sighed, "The countryside is good, not as delicate as the girls in the city. But it's really hard for you. To be honest, I feel sorry for you to see your training in the past few days. It's really not easy for you."

Fugui saw her rubbing her waist and frowning, and asked kindly: "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you? Are you tired? Come on, you can rest for a while, I'll wash it. You can just go and dry the washed."

After washing such a stack of clothes, she might be really tired. Seeing Fugui take her clothes, she stopped insisting.

When she hung the clothes on, Fugui had washed the remaining clothes. Fugui was about to dry the clothes on. The soldier who had been trained by Liming last night came in and saluted Fugui and said, "Report. I want to compete with you for shooting skills."

Fugui was stunned for a moment: "With me?"

The soldier nodded and said, "Yes, you are the best special forces shooting, so I want to learn from you."

Yanran took the clothes from Fugui and said, "You go, I'll dry them."

Fugui wiped his hand on his clothes, walked out with the soldier, and asked in confusion: "What's your name? Who asked you to come?"

The soldier said calmly: "Report: My name is Zhang Fengping, and it was our squadron leader who asked me to come."

They walked to the training ground, where there were already many new soldiers. When they saw Fugui, they looked excited.

Zhang Fengping handed the sniper rifle to Fugui. Fugui took it and checked it and said, "How to compare?"

Zhang Fengping squatted down and skillfully dismantled the sniper rifle and said, "We are better than the team to grab and shoot, and see who is faster and accurate." He pointed to a row of beer bottles placed dozens of meters away in front and said, "It also depends on the speed of shooting those bottles, each person has five bullets."

Fugui smiled, put the parts of the gun disassembled on the white cloth spread on the ground, and looked at Zhang Fengping and said, "How about we put our eyes on and set up guns, and then let go of our eyes and shoot the bottle?"

The onlookers applauded and loudly supported Zhang Fengping: "Zhang Fengping, blindfolded."

Zhang Fengping nodded and said, "Okay, just blindfold your eyes."

When they blindfolded their eyes, Jiao Ji walked up and said, "I'll call for a count, and it starts at three."

Fugui squatted there, holding his breath and hearing Jiao Ji shouting to San, quickly grabbed the parts that were most familiar to him but were dismantled, and quickly judged, and flexibly inserted each piece of machine with his hands. When he formed the gun and was lifted off the black cloth, he saw Zhang Fengping nervously forming the gun. Fugui closed his eyes and adapted to the light for a moment, then opened his eyes and raised his gun and knelt there for five consecutive shots. The five beer bottles broke in response. The onlookers applauded enthusiastically and looked at Fugui with envy.

Zhang Fengping also formed a gun at this time, but he only hit four beer bottles while shooting. Amid the soldiers' regret, he blushed and said depressedly: "It's still not possible, it's much worse than you."

Fugui patted his shoulder and encouraged him: "Your speed is already very fast, but you are too nervous, so the trembling of your arms affects your accuracy. As long as you train well and don't be eliminated, I believe you will definitely become an excellent sniper."

Zhang Fengping nodded and said tenaciously: "I will definitely not be eliminated. I will become the best sniper like you."

Fugui smiled: "So confident?"

Zhang Fengping nodded firmly and said, "It's certain, if you don't believe me, please wait and see."

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Zhang Fengping's confidence was indeed a little reasonable. Fugui stood at the door and looked at the first group of eliminated soldiers. The group of soldiers carrying backpacks looked back at the military camp that would always be a memory for them. The expressions of frustration and nostalgia were written on young faces. Fugui searched for the familiar faces, but until those backs gradually disappeared into the vast Gobi Desert, those familiar faces did not appear.

Fugui breathed a sigh of relief. He finally knew why he was focusing on Ji. Zhang Fengping and others felt that good, because he could see his former shadow from their faces. Their tenacity is the reason for their confidence.

He looked at the mountains in the distance. Although it was already March, the Gobi Desert was still cold and there was no sign of spring. Fugui suddenly remembered the ancient poem he read when he was a child: The spring breeze does not cross Yumen Pass. Perhaps this is a corner forgotten by the season, and the footsteps of spring will always come here late.

When the spring breeze blew warmly, the tall poplar trees in the yard finally sprouted tender buds quietly, and the empty Gobi also showed a hint of spring.

This moment is what wealth has been looking forward to for a long time, not because of the warmth of spring, but because he can embark on the way home this season.

He took leave from the squadron leader and felt his steps very relaxed, breathing the breath of spring hard, as if he felt the air was filled with happiness and warmth.

I met Xiaoyu and Jinhui in the yard. When Xiaoyu saw him, he rushed up, hugged him excitedly, and pounded his back hard: "Fugui, we can go home!" Before he finished speaking, his voice choked: "We can finally go home and take a look."

Fugui hugged him, his eyes filled with tears: "Yes, we can go home and take a look."

Xiaoyu let go of him and said excitedly: "I'll pack up my things, and we'll go together later." After that, he jumped to the dormitory building.

Fugui returned to the dormitory to sort out his things. Xiaoyu rushed in with an excited look on his face: "Fugui, have you packed up? Hurry up." After saying that, he helped him stuff the clothes Fugui had sorted out into his bag: "It's good this time. I just met Liming, and I don't know how he fooled the captain. The captain actually promised him to drive home, and just took us along the way. At least there was a way to take care of everyone on the road."

Fugui said disbelief: "Driving the captain's car? Is it true or false? He isn't bragging, right?"

Xiaoyu helped him tidy up his clothes, zippered up and said, "Really, I just saw the captain's car parked downstairs, and his team members were helping him clean up things." After that, he helped Fugui lift his bag and said, "Go away, stop being too slow."

They went downstairs and saw that the captain's car was parked downstairs. Jiao Ji, Cheng Chun and others were helping Li Ming to organize the package. Yang Aiguo stood beside the car and said something to Jiao Ji with dissatisfaction. When he saw Fugui coming, he picked up his bag angrily and said, "I won't take his car, let's go together."

Xiaoyu pointed to the car and said, "Why are you still carrying a bag? Why don't you put it in the car?"

Yang Aiguo held their hands in anger and said, "If you don't take his broken car, let's take the train back by ourselves."

Fugui said puzzledly: "What's wrong? Why are you so arrogant with whom?"

Yang Aiguo threw the bag on the ground hard: "Who else can you do with? Liming." After saying that, he raised his fist and shook it: "I want to beat him now!"

Xiaoyu asked in confusion: "What's wrong? Didn't you agree to go back with him? Why did you change your mind?"

Yang Aiguo glared at him and said hatefully: "Have you agreed to you? Go up and ask now, what does he say?"

Xiaoyu put the bag on the ground and said, "Let's go up and take a look."

When they went upstairs, they saw Jinhui and Du Shengli was arguing with Liming. When Du Shengli saw Fugui, he seemed to see the savior: "Fugui, come and judge, I asked him to bring me a bag home, but he actually asked me for one hundred yuan of gas."

Fugui looked at Dawn in disbelief: "It's true? Then how much does it cost to give you if we take your car?"

Li Ming said with a smile: "You can't give it to others, but others can't. For the sake of your comrades, you can just give it 200 yuan of gas. You also know that the captain's car is very fuel-intensive, so it will cost more fuel if you pull one person."

Xiaoyu stared at him disbelief: "You guy is jealous of money? Don't say that the troops' cars don't need tolls, burning oil is also from the troops. Even if you refuel yourself, you can't care about the money we need, right?"

Leon Lai put on his military uniform and put his shoulders on the major's shoulders in front of the mirror and said slowly: "I borrowed the car. If you have the ability, go and borrow it."

Yang Aiguo rolled up his sleeves and rushed up to grab his front and said, "I think you just deserve a beating. Brothers, beat him together."

Li Ming smiled and said, "Look, you know you are a group of reckless men. To be honest, I'm joking with you. I just hope you can say a few good things to me so that I can be proud of you. If I had known that you wouldn't say good things, I wouldn't have joked." After that, he looked at Fugui and others: "Let's go, what are you waiting for?"
Chapter completed!