Chapter 3 third quarter

"One step at a time, two moves—" the female colonel ordered with a straight face, "One!" Brush - Jiefang shoes kicked up. The female soldiers wore armed belts, and their eyes under the big-brimmed hats were staring ahead.Fang Zijun was standing at the head of the row wearing the rank of second lieutenant. She had a bit of heatstroke, and sweat was streaming down her jade-white cheeks. The female cadres sent to train the battlefield ambulance team of the General Hospital of the Military Region are not simple people. In 1979, they were heroes of the Southern Xinjiang Defense War, veteran battlefield ambulance captains, and leaders of the Military Commission met them.So the lawless female soldiers on the front line and in the rear are still a little afraid of her, not to mention that she is still the director of the Political Department of the General Hospital of the Military Region.

The team directly under the military region is concentrated in the chemical defense regiment station near the provincial capital for training. This is also a ravine, so the air is still very good.The playground is full of soldiers who are practicing in formation. The anti-chemical regiment gave up two military buildings and the big playground early on, and they are wronged to train in the small playground.The head of the regiment and the political commissar also repeatedly emphasized not to provoke these grandparents who have come from the front line, to salute first when they meet, to give way first when they meet, and to confine their soldiers for three days without asking the reason if there is a conflict.

Everything is to release the war energy of the officers and soldiers participating in the war. In another corner of the big playground, a group of cadres were sitting, all unarmed, smoking and chatting.Surrounded by He Zhijun.The leader was a company commander transferred by the chemical defense regiment. The little lieutenant who had never been to the front line did not dare to say anything to the grandpas of the reconnaissance brigade. They were served with good cigarettes and tea every day.The soldiers of the reconnaissance brigade were not so lucky. They were trained by the veterans of the regiment teaching team next to them. Although they were very polite, they were still troops after all, and it was normal for them to be stricter and a little harder.

The little lieutenant lit a cigarette for He Zhijun and said with a smile: "Captain He, the head of the Direct Industry Department of the military region will come to inspect tomorrow. Can you get up and take a few steps this afternoon? We are familiar with each other anyway?" "Why are you going?" He Zhijun didn't even look at him, "They all don't know the basic skills of leading soldiers? Don't go, you want to take a few steps by yourself!" The little lieutenant didn't dare to speak anymore and stood by the side, asking his correspondent to pour water.

"Our situation is unclear!" Geng Hui was worried. "The reconnaissance brigade was formed to fight the enemy's spy warfare. Now that there is no spy warfare, we may really have to go back to our respective homes." He Zhijun was thinking about something, and smiled wryly: "There is nothing wrong with going back. I have been promoted and have made military achievements and I will have a place to go back. It is a pity that the experience and lessons we have summed up in the long-term war against enemy agents will be wasted. These are bloody Lessons!" Major Lei Keming, the leader of the second squadron, was wearing myopia glasses and smoking silently.This is a scrawny soldier with neatly brushed hair, not a scout but a gentle university professor.

"By the way, we have all returned to the field army." He Zhijun looked at him, "What about you, Lao Lei? Are you going back to Beijing to be the conductor of the military band?" Lei Keming smiled: "What are you pointing at? Now I can only shoot but not command." "What do you think you are doing in the messy water of the reconnaissance army?" He Zhijun said with a smile, "It would be nice to be your art soldier, and now you have completely become a field army! It's okay, if you think it's boring to go back to the military band, you can follow me." Go to Army Group A's reconnaissance brigade as the deputy battalion commander of the reconnaissance battalion!"

"I might have to go back to Beijing." Lei Keming said, "Yesterday, Beijing called me, saying that the organization department wanted to select candidates, and asked me to prepare." "Which unit?" He Zhijun asked. "No." Lei Keming said flatly. "I can't get out of the army art troupe." He Zhijun thought about it. "Perhaps." There was no smile on Lei Keming's face. "My report to the military region has not been approved. It is unknown whether the reconnaissance brigade will be disbanded or retained. Let's prepare with both hands!" He Zhijun stood up and tied his belt. We have to save face too! Don’t make things difficult for the little company commander, get up!”

The little lieutenant hurriedly smiled when he saw the scout cadres getting up: "Captain He, all the leaders! How do we go?" "Go as you want." He Zhijun said, "Let's go, didn't the chiefs say that? We are all recruits here, here for training." "How dare you!" The little lieutenant also smiled and tied his belt, "I'm thankful for you guys to get out of our regiment, isn't this the same as letting you guys take a vacation? Look at your red faces, the chicken is delicious, right? " "What chicken?" He Zhijun wondered.

"Brothers, don't hide it from me!" The little lieutenant smiled, "Many chickens from our regiment's family yard have disappeared these days. According to my judgment, they must be in the stomachs of you guys! If you want to eat chicken, you can Tell me, I asked the cooking team to prepare. It’s not that the wife of our political commissar found me this morning and refused to forgive me—she lives on the fourth floor, and the chickens are raised on the balcony. There is no one else who can go up except you. The younger brother is also in the regiment You bastards, don't make things difficult for me, will you?"

The scouting cadres looked at each other in blank dismay. "Who stole other people's chickens?!" He Zhijun was angry, "Who did it?" The cadres didn't understand, and they asked each other whether you did it. This is impossible. I don't eat chicken. He Zhijun's eyes drifted to the soldiers of the reconnaissance brigade who were in the training queue, and he was not angry at all: "Chen Yong!" "Here—" Chen Yong flew a few steps out of the queue and ran over to stand at attention. He Zhijun walked around him several times, and Chen Yong was a little nervous.

"Captain, I..." Chen Yong chuckled, "I'm also hungry." "Damn it, I'll kill you!" He Zhijun stretched out his hand and touched his waist. When he found no gun, he untied his belt and slapped him. Chen Yong didn't dare to hide and let the armed belt draw blood on his face.Several cadres hurried up to hug him, but Chen Yong stood there motionless. "Haven't you ever eaten chicken?!" He Zhijun was furious, "You're out of your mind?! This is theft, do you know that?! You only know that little bit of martial arts, right?!" Chen Yong didn't dare to move, the little lieutenant turned pale and hurriedly persuaded He Zhijun: "Captain He, I'll just say that. Don't be angry, don't be angry, isn't it just a chicken? Our political commissar said it's a reward for everyone, it's all right! " "You are ashamed!" He Zhijun roared, "Those who lost scouts! The army asked you to learn those skills to kill the enemy, not to steal chickens! Get out of here today!" Chen Yong lowered his head, Geng Hui came over to pull him away and handed him a roll of money: "What are you still doing standing here, hurry up and apologize to others!" "Yes." Chen Yong said, "Instructor, I..." "Forget it, forget it, you didn't mean it." Geng Hui smiled wryly, "But you have to have a long memory, this is already off the front line! You are on a mission at the front line, and you stole chicken from the enemy's police station on the way to eat. Shame, it’s a good time to steal a chicken and steal the house of the political commissar of the People’s Liberation Army, you! Go.” Chen Yong saluted and ran. He Zhijun had calmed down, and shouted loudly: "Come over here, all the reconnaissance brigade! Mom can't deal with you, can you?! Stand up straight for me, in a military posture for two hours! You are not afraid of death, but you are also afraid of standing in the army!" Zi?! Look at what kind of dick thing is walking in your queue?!" He strapped on his armor and stood in front of the team. The scouts stood upright, motionless. The little lieutenant looked very moved: "Captain He, forget it, I'm really fine." "I said two hours and it was two hours!" He Zhijun said, "I just want to clean up these boys!" Chen Yong ran to the family home and passed the queue of the battlefield ambulance team of the General Hospital of the Military Region. He was stunned for a moment by a familiar face.But Fang Zijun, who was suffering from heatstroke, collapsed at this moment, and the female soldiers ran over and surrounded her.Chen Yong didn't dare to stay, and continued to run forward.