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The No. 6 sentry was located at the back door of the military camp. When they arrived, they saw Hou Yanfeng discussing with someone. Seeing that Dawn was coming, Hou Yanfeng ran over and saluted and said, "Report, this person is unreasonable and does not listen to dissuasion."

Fugui looked at the man and met him. He was the driver of the deputy director of the training department who came to the brigade to visit.

The man saw that Liming and the others came, walked over slowly, shook the camera in his hand, and showed a disdainful smile on his face: "Is this your captain? Haha, seeing that the snow scenery here is quite beautiful, I will take a photo to keep a souvenir. Why? You are not so fussy, right?"

Li Ming looked at him coldly and said seriously: "The special forces regulations are strictly prohibited here. You should have told you about this discipline when you come."

The man smiled indifferently: "What's the point of taking a photo? Is it illegal? You can't deal with our military regulations? Okay, don't you take photos, this is OK, right?"

Seeing that he was fearless, Fugui thought that this person was going to be unlucky. Sure enough, Li Ming stopped him with a calm face: "I'm sorry, hand over the film in your camera, and then wait for the team to handle it."

The man carried the camera behind his back and looked at Liming up and down: "What are you doing? I am Director Lu's driver, so I don't give you any face?"

Fugui saw that Liming's face was covered with frost. He knew that his temper was about to break out again. He was afraid that the matter would be a big deal, so he stepped forward and persuaded: "Comrade, this is our discipline, please abide by it consciously."

The man was about to speak when the "beep" sounded on the bbc on his waist. He took a step back, took out the bbcc and looked at it and said, "I won't be entangled with you anymore, the director is calling me." After that, he looked at Li Ming and wanted to leave.

Li Ming waved his hand, and Hou Yanfeng went up and grabbed the man. The man struggled a few times, threatening in a sarcastic manner: "Let me go, aren't you afraid that the director will deal with you?"

Li Ming looked at him coldly and ordered Hou Yanfeng: "If he struggles again, you will scold him and throw him into the snow and freeze him for a few hours."

Seeing that Liming didn't buy his account, the man shouted arrogantly: "I'll tell your captain later to see how he dealt with you."

Li Ming looked at him disdainfully: "Do you know how many military disciplines you have violated? First, take photos in the military restricted area; second, use wireless communication in the military restricted area. With these two, I can keep you from being confined for several days." After saying that, the order from Hou Yanfeng: "Confiscate his camera and the gadget that "Jiji" was calling out, and send them to the confinement room."

When the man heard this, he hugged the camera tightly and prevented Hou Yanfeng from approaching. Liming walked over and lifted him up, grabbed the camera and the bb-phone from his arms, threw it hard on the wall, and stomped it over and a few more feet. Yu pointed at him without his anger and said, "You put him in the confinement room for me. No one can let him out without my order."

Back at Liming's office, Liming threw his helmet on the table and said angrily: "It's such a fucking dog-to-dog. A little driver dares to come here to make trouble. If they don't hit their arrogance, they won't go to heaven in the future?"

Fugui poured him a cup of hot water and handed it to him, "Liaoming, you have done it today. It was a reasonable thing, but if you throw someone else's things, it may be difficult to deal with."

Li Ming saw him: "What's the difficulty? Not to mention a little driver, the commander came and violated our military discipline. I wouldn't let him go."

Fugui sighed, and he vaguely felt that Liming might have caused trouble in this matter. Sure enough, after a while, Officer Liu ran in: "Liming, the political commissar and the captain of the team are asking you to go immediately in the office."

Li Ming was stunned for a moment: "You will know so soon?"

Fugui smiled and said, "You put everyone in jail, how can you not know? Okay, I'll go with you."

When they walked into the office, Director Lu and the Political Commissar Captain were there, Fugui and Liming saluted: "Liming, Fugui report."

The political commissar looked serious and returned the military salute, then asked, "Liming, what's going on with Director Lu's driver?"

Li Ming put down his saluting hand and said as if nothing had happened: "Oh, he violated military discipline, took photos in the military restricted area, and carried a wireless communication device. After persuading the post several times, he ignored it and was locked up by me."

The political commissar nodded: "Oh, that's it." He took the tea handed to him by Fugui and said: "What about his camera and pager?"

Li Ming stood straight: "After many warnings, he still refused to listen, and later I fell."

"What? Is it falling?" The political commissar almost sprayed out the tea that had just been drunk in his mouth. He looked at Liming in disbelief: "You fell? Liming, why did you fall someone's things? He violated the discipline and could criticize and educate him. If he is dissatisfied with it, he will still have a superior leader to deal with it, but it will be wrong for you to fall someone's things."

Li Ming twisted his neck, and Fugui was afraid that he would say something angry, so he said first: "Political Commissar, I have been there all the time, this is the matter..."

Li Ming stubbornly interrupted him: "Fugui, there is no business for you." After saying that, he looked at the political commissar and said: "Political Commissar, our special forces team is carrying out extremely dangerous tasks. Our confidentiality system is also for the safety of all team members, which is to prevent hostile elements from destroying or retaliating. Therefore, the discipline we set is that we cannot take photos here, not communicate with external communications, etc. If we cannot enforce the order, how can I convince my team members not to communicate with their homes? How can I explain their personal safety?"

The political commissar relaxed his tone and said, "Comrade Li Ming, I didn't say that you did something wrong to stop it, but it's also wrong for you to damage other people's valuables at will."

Director Lu stood up and coughed a few times and said, "This is wrong with me. I didn't educate my driver well. I should review it, haha. However, Comrade Liming, I think he has been criticized and educated by you. Besides, you have also thrown things. As for people, I think it's better to let go."

Fugui looked at Liming beside him and always hoped that he would nod his head and agree. But Liming's lips curled up and said firmly: "It's impossible. He must be responsible for his behavior. Two days of confinement will not be enough to be less than a minute." After saying that, he sighed, looking at the political commissar with increasingly ugly faces, saying: "As for me throwing his camera and pager, I will let you punish me!"

His answer was beyond the expectations of others. The political commissar turned pale with anger. He slapped the table in anger and shouted: "You... you are such a stubborn donkey... you actually contradict the superior leader. Do you have any organizational discipline? OK, don't be afraid of punishment, right? That's good..."

Fugui was secretly worried about Liming. Although he knew Liming's temper, he didn't expect that he would not buy the chief's account. He knew that the captain had always admired Liming and looked at him with help, hoping that he could say something to ease the atmosphere.

Sure enough, the captain interrupted the political commissar and said, "Comrade Li Ming, considering that you have damaged other people's belongings and contradicted the superiors, you should go back and write a copy of the inspection now, and you must be profound." After saying that, he glanced at Director Lu: "Director Lu, look..."

Director Lu nodded and said, "Yeah, you can decide for yourself."

The captain stood up and said, "Okay, you will hand over the inspection tomorrow. Also, dawn, your marriage leave has arrived? You will get back the day after tomorrow to get your marriage. But remember to come back on time. If you dare to delay the holiday, see how I deal with you."

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On the day I went back to Dawn, I was wearing a formal outfit with silver stars shining and looking energetic.

The captain who saw him off with everyone held his hand and praised, "Liaoming, don't wear that camouflage uniform when you don't train in the future, and you will still look energetic in formal clothes." After saying that, he pondered for a moment: "You go back this time and hurry up and get the wedding done. You must not be overly fake. If there is not enough time, let the bride come to the army. I have specially approved it."

"Really?" Li Ming almost jumped up with joy: "Captain, you are wise!"

"Don't be too happy too early." The captain looked at him seriously: "You have a bad temper and don't bully others after marriage. If I were to know, I would never let you go."

"Then I can't bear to bear it, that's my wife." Li Ming said with a blushing face: "Can I let her bully me? Captain, then I'll leave." After that, he jumped into the car and waved to everyone: "See you next year, brothers."

As soon as he left, Director Liu hurried over and looked at the far away Cheying and asked, "Where is Dawn? Is he leaving?"

Sateng asked in a muffled voice: "What are you looking for him?"

Officer Liu shook the pages of paper in his hand, held his glasses and said with a wry smile: "You look at the inspection he wrote. I read it for a long time, but I really can't figure out whether it was him writing an inspection or a letter of self-praise. Look, I'll just take my mistakes and end up writing them passionately, and I praised myself as a flower. Can such an inspection be explained? He has to rewritten it."

The captain took the inspection, looked at it for a few seconds and smiled slightly: "He may only be able to write such an inspection. I see, just this inspection, without changing a word, is a very good year-end commendation summary."

Secretary Liu looked at the captain and asked tentatively: "Captain, how can I hand over such an inspection to the political commissar?"

The captain handed him the inspection: "You can find a way for yourself." After that, he left.

Officer Liu took the inspection, stared blankly at the captain's back, and said with a wry smile: "What can I do? At worst, I can hand it over to me when he comes back."

Liu Long went up and hugged him, and said softly, "Director Liu, I think you'd better forget it. He's back in the honeymoon period and is in a good mood. When you asked him to write a check at that time, he still didn't stare at you? You must have annoyed him, right? Do you still don't know his temper? If you are annoyed, but your relatives don't recognize you. If you don't say scolding you, you will be helpless even if you beat you up. You should think about it."

Secretary Liu stood there with a sad face and said in embarrassment: "What you said is right, what should I do? Such an inspection is really impossible to submit an office to the political commissar."

Du Lei teased him with a smile: "Director Liu, I'll give you an idea. Just delay your time and help him write a copy? Anyway, you write every day, this little thing won't hurt you, right? First, it saves him from being angry, and second, you will be less scolded. The best of both worlds, just have fun secretly."

Secretary Liu stood there and hesitated for a while, and finally sighed and said, "That's all I can do. Oh, I'll do it for him to write."

The Gobi Desert behind the snow is even more vast, and it is white everywhere, blending into the gray sky. Fugui rubbed his hands and looked at the hazy snow scene. Suddenly, he felt a sense of sorrow. In the snowy winter, the falling snow is always the deepest call in his heart. The snowy wild lingers in the wind, but the wanderer who is wandering around the ends of the earth suddenly has a deep and bitter nostalgia in his heart.

Fugui was pulled by Yang Aiguo and Jinhui along this unchanging yellow dust road, silently enjoying the snowy scenery in the desert.

The beacon tower in the distance is still standing in the gray world. The thick dust of history buried its glory, and the long river of time has eroded its face to be difficult to recognize. Now the broken walls only arouse the sadness of people's tribute. The dead grass under the snow, the long yellow sand, and especially the broken brick holes on the walls of the beacon tower, are like eyes that have seen all the vicissitudes of life, making people dare not look at it. Only its standing figure will make people imagine its former glory, let others linger and moan, and search for the shadows that have been mottled by the years for thousands of years.

Xiao Yu, who was chasing behind, sighed at the vast snow scene, "It's so beautiful, but unfortunately there are no plum blossoms. If there were a few plum blossoms here, I would rather be a bachelor than stay here for the rest of my life."

His words made Fugui's heart move, and it was ten years since his fingers! I remember that the first time I stepped on this vast Gobi Desert was also a cold season. Born in the south, he was always attracted by the majestic scenery here. Although the years have ruthlessly changed his face, and although the war has scarred him, he has no regrets. He is already very satisfied that he can live with these comrades who share the joys and sorrows day and night, and can exchange his youth and blood for peace in the motherland.

"The scenery of the north is frozen thousands of miles away, and snow falls thousands of miles away. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there are only the vastness; the river is suddenly surging..." Xiao Yu stood on a snow hill with his arms open, letting the cold wind be frigid, like a general who has experienced many battles, looking at the vast snowy fields and singing loudly.

Yes, at this time, the Gobi Desert is no longer as sad as the autumn, and the white world is full of a white world, vast and magnificent, vast and heroic. Especially the piles of snow hills that bulge along the low beaches, drawing a hazy arc in the vast snowy field, like a long dragon running through the sea of ​​clouds, building a towering Great Wall outside the empty and cold border, silently protecting the tranquility of the border.

"We are building the bricks and tiles of this Great Wall!" Fugui looked at his comrades in the wind and snow and thought silently: "This Great Wall is built by the flesh and blood of his comrades. It is a chord of blood that tightly condenses every brick and tile together. It is precisely because of them that this Great Wall has an additional spirit - a spirit of fearlessness and a sense of home! With this spirit, the Great Wall will be stronger and more majestic!

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