Chapter 8 Section VIII

The first row of the reconnaissance company of the Night Tiger Regiment was called at night.Sergeant Chen Yong, the acting platoon leader, finished the roll call, and turned to a second lieutenant next to him: "Report to the first platoon leader! The reconnaissance company has finished the roll call late, please give instructions! Acting platoon leader Chen Yong!" "Bring them back from each class, wash up and get ready for bed." Second Lieutenant Xiao Le, who had just taken office, waved his hand, "Dismiss." The soldiers dispersed, and Chen Yong also went upstairs after undoing his belt.Xiao Le patted him on the shoulder: "I said old brother, you have nothing to say?"

"What are you talking about?" Chen Yong chuckled, "It's only natural for me to give you the position of platoon leader after you graduate. Don't think that I will argue with you like a child!" "If you didn't make a fuss about going to the front line, the place to go to the Luyuan Academy would be yours." Xiao Le handed him a cigarette, "I regret it too. That's it, the battle is over. You've had a good time, first-class hero and battle hero!" "Ball!" Chen Yong asked him to light a cigarette. "It's useless for our brothers to say those false words. I have already overdue my service, and I must transfer to the volunteer army this year. Tell me when the time comes, I can't leave the army."

"It's a pity that you don't mention it." Xiao Le sighed, "A born fighter, I can hear about you everywhere in the Luyuan—the number one scout warrior on the Western Front who came from a Shaolin layman's background!" "The reporters are talking nonsense. As long as I can stay in the army, it doesn't matter whether I am a cadre or a volunteer." Chen Yong smiled, "Let's go, the lights are about to go off." The light-off signal blew, and the lights in the military building went out one after another.The barracks entered the dreamland of the night, quiet and peaceful.

There are rows of dormitories, and Chen Yong's beds are neatly empty.It was common for the soldiers to go to bed early, and Chen Yong was lying on a rope tied from the window to the door, snoring like thunder. There is no trace of war, only a quiet camp.