Chapter 6 Section VI

Geng Hui carried his things on his back: "Captain, I'm leaving." He Zhijun smiled wryly: "Don't call me the captain, the reconnaissance team has been disbanded." "That's also my team leader." Geng Hui smiled strangely and shook hands with him, "I'm going to be the deputy political commissar of Army Group A's reconnaissance team first, and I'll wait for you in the team." "Okay." He Zhijun nodded, "You should familiarize yourself with the situation first, and I can start working after I go!" Geng Hui saluted, turned and left.

He Zhijun sat on the bed and looked at the dormitory with fewer and fewer people.Lei Keming and Xiao Zhao, the deputy squadron leader of No. 1 Squadron, went to talk to the organization department from Beijing, and most of the rest of the people also went back to their original units. The reconnaissance brigade of the A military region has really become such a natural section or even a sentence in an unknown corner of the war history since then, and it disappeared. Lei Keming and Xiao Zhao packed their things when they came back. "Are you leaving too?" He Zhijun asked. "Captain, we are going to work in Beijing." Xiao Zhao was very excited.

"You work together?" He Zhijun was puzzled, "Are you also going to the art troupe?" "No." Lei Keming's face was very flat, "I didn't go to the art troupe, the General Staff Intelligence Department asked us to leave. The car is downstairs, we will leave immediately." He Zhijun nodded: "Then do it well, and don't lose the members of our Spike Reconnaissance Brigade." "Yes." The two stood at attention and saluted. He Zhijun watched them go out, and the dormitory was empty again, and he really became the captain of the bare brigade.He smiled wryly, stood up and looked at the soldiers of the chemical defense regiment who were practicing outside.Without the pressure of the veterans who participated in the war, the soldiers of the chemical defense regiment were alive and well.Even the people who participated in the war disappeared, and the last trace of that war disappeared from He Zhijun's eyes.

Did it really disappear?He Zhijun felt desolate for a while, turned over, picked up the washbasin and toilet utensils, and went to the water room to take a shower. After a basin of cold water poured over him, he became much more awake, and looked at his strong but bruised upper body in the mirror.Scars are the medals of soldiers, and every scar is a medal, a story of iron and blood.These stories have really become the past, and the one-month training life has made him used to the peaceful environment of the military camp. He woke up suddenly - although he was off the battlefield, he was still a soldier!

He wiped himself hastily, and ran back into his uniform, cap and belt. He wants to do the exercises, and he does the exercises alone. As long as he is alone, the reconnaissance team will not disappear! This belief made him, who was not young, excited, and he ran to the playground.The officers and soldiers of the chemical defense regiment watched the black-faced lieutenant colonel come out in amazement, and ran to an open space with a very standard posture.He was panting heavily, not because of exhaustion but because of excitement, a kind of unavoidable excitement, he had never been so excited after coming off the battlefield.

"The Spike Reconnaissance Brigade of the A Military Region of the Chinese People's Liberation Army is now starting roll call—" he shouted himself, in a thick voice. The officers and soldiers of the chemical defense regiment stopped their training and looked at this combat hero who came down from the battlefield.He Zhijun's name was no stranger to them, and the military newspaper and the "Battle Song" of the military region had reported stories about him and his legendary reconnaissance team at length.This scout hero, whom the enemy calls "Spike Fang" in awe, is the idol of these young soldiers.

"He Zhijun!" He called his own name, and then shouted loudly: "Here!" Then it was quiet and everyone looked at him. The emotions in He Zhijun's heart were complicated. "Captain, and me." A voice came from behind in a low voice. He Zhijun turned his head and saw Chen Yong wearing an armed belt. "You haven't left yet?" He Zhijun was surprised. "I'm going back to the Night Tiger Group by car tonight." Chen Yong said, "I saw you having sex, so I hurried over here. I'm not late, am I?" "No!" He Zhijun nodded, "Not late, you are a good soldier!"

"Yes, please give instructions to the captain!" Chen Yong stood at attention and shouted. "Chen Yong, do you still remember the Shaolin military boxing that you made up yourself?!" He Zhijun asked loudly. "Remember!" Chen Yong shouted. "Get me one!" He Zhijun said sharply. "Yes!" Chen Yong took off his military cap and put it aside, walked back to his original position and stood up.Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he shouted loudly and raised his hands, kicked his legs in the front, punched his back, and fell to his side.Immediately, the fists and kicks were like a whirlwind, and the killing sound of one person was also loud. The officers and soldiers of the chemical defense regiment around were all dazzled by seeing this group of scouts in their hearts.

Chen Yong kicked in the air with a split leg and fell to the ground. Carp straightened up and made another combined punch with the last kick of the kick before slowly closing the momentum.His forehead was sweating, and he slowly retracted his legs and returned to the military posture. The officers and soldiers looked dumbfounded, but He Zhijun had a sad pride. "Is it to persevere, or to protest?" He Zhijun immediately turned his back and saluted quickly: "Hello, Chief!" The old man had an intriguing smile on his face: "Take it easy." "Yes!" He Zhijun turned around, "Relax!"

Chen Yong rested a little, his chest still rising and falling. "What's your name?" The old man strolled over, but he didn't bring any entourage with him. "Chen Yong, the reconnaissance of the Night Tiger Regiment..." Chen Yong shouted and changed his words, "Chief, I am from the Spike Reconnaissance Brigade!" The old man smiled: "You go, I have something to say with He Zhijun." "Yes!" Chen Yong saluted, turned and ran back to the military building. The old man looked at He Zhijun and smiled: "Give out the fuck to everyone who can see and tell them that your reconnaissance team has not disappeared, right?"

"Report to the chief!" He Zhijun yelled, "No! I'm doing the drill because I'm still a soldier!" The old man nodded: "That means sticking to it?" "Yes!" He Zhijun said, "Stick to the belief of a soldier!" "I give you two choices." The old man smiled, "First, serve as a staff officer for me in the military region; second, continue to be a staff officer in the intelligence department of the military region. The two choices are standing still, positive regiment, yours The ranks are all colonels. Which do you choose?" "I want to go down and lead the troops." He Zhijun was very surprised. "Commander Liu of Army Group A has talked to me and asked me to lead their newly formed reconnaissance brigade." "Liu Yongjun? What he said doesn't count." The old man was also a little surprised and then smiled, "Dug someone under my hands, did he eat the guts of a leopard?" He Zhijun swallowed his saliva: "Deputy Commander, I am originally from the A Army." "You don't need to do this." The old man smiled slyly, "I transferred you to the military region agency from the position of the reconnaissance company commander at the age of 24. You have not been in the agency for as long as in the A army. You are considered a member of the agency. " "Deputy Commander, I don't want to stay in the agency anymore." He Zhijun said with a bitter face, "This agency made me feel moldy. I finally got to lead troops on the front line. Don't let me go back to the office again." "It's not that easy to run - I said two options." The old man ignored him at all. "Nothing else?" He Zhijun looked at the old man's face and said after knowing that he had no choice: "Then I'll go back to the intelligence department of the military region." "Why?" The old man was a little lost. "I don't want people to say that the old army commander is nepotism." He Zhijun said, "I am the son of the deputy commander's comrade-in-arms, which is equivalent to half an adopted son. I will be a staff officer by your side, and others will gossip about you." "Are you afraid that others will gossip about you?" The old man sneered, "You used to go to my house for dinner before you mentioned it, but you haven't been there since! You think I don't know about your flamboyant taste?" He Zhijun dared not speak. "I never force anyone to be by my side, you report to the intelligence department of the military region." The old man turned around and left. "Old Commander, I didn't mean that!" He Zhijun ran a few steps, "Don't be angry!" The old man turned around: "There is such a kind of soldier who was born for war. When there is no war, the army needs to put him aside, and he cannot be reused or let go. Letting him go is a loss for the army, and it will cause trouble if he is reused. Your little soldier is exactly this kind of soldier." He Zhijun was taken aback for a moment, but he still didn't fully understand. "Remember it, I'm not angry." The old man smiled, "I have a very good temper, otherwise I wouldn't be close friends with your father. Take my daughter to my house when you have nothing to do. My wife misses your daughter very much. " "Yes!" He Zhijun saluted. "Be prepared to be shelved, you will become a heavy artillery that is shelved in the warehouse. In the period when there is no war, you have to be shelved like this." The old man looked at him. Your blackness." "Am I going to stay in the agency like that forever?" He Zhijun had a bitter face. "If you don't sharpen your temper, it's hard to become a master!" The old man turned and left. He Zhijun recalled the old man's words, with a wry smile on his face.