Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing had only sung a few lines when he was carried off the stage by two guards.

The soldiers looked miserable and wished they could drag He Daqing out and shoot him.

With so many reporters from domestic and foreign newspapers and TV stations present, he made such a fool of himself, yet he still shamelessly expressed his feelings through song.

The most important thing is the reporters from Hong Kong, Macau and Taiwan. They can understand what you are singing.

In a simple office, He Daqing tilted his head and listened to the teachings of a political commissar.

"He Daqing, ah, He Daqing.

Boy, how come you are so good at causing trouble?

I just need to talk about treating the prisoners well as mentioned above, and the issue of the photos can be barely passed.

What are you showing off behind? Do you think you can sing such lascivious music at will?"

He Daqing's confused mind finally reacted.

At that time, the songs sung were military songs and red songs, and what mattered was the question of stance.

The songs I sang could indeed be performed on stage after the reform and opening up, but they are obviously not suitable for the current social environment.

"Commissar, I know I was wrong."

He Daqing tilted his head, looking as if he accepted the punishment.

The political commissar was even more furious when he saw He Daqing's obedient appearance.

"He Daqing, why are you pretending to be a sheep?

Where did your usual ferocious energy go..."

He Daqing breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he could curse, which meant that he could still be saved.

A day later, He Daqing, carrying his bedding, walked alone towards the headquarters of the 168th Regiment.

The organization took a cold approach to He Daqing's case and asked him to report back to the 168th Regiment.

He Daqing has been busy at the headquarters for most of the past half month, but all his work has been in vain.

I had thought that, with the credit I had gained this time, I could stay in the headquarters and get a civilian job or something.

In fact, it almost succeeded. He Daqing was fluent in foreign languages ​​and could write and do arithmetic, and the headquarters really lacked such a clerk.

But one wrong move led to the complete loss of the whole game.

It’s not that He Daqing wanted to climb the ladder, it’s just that the 50th Army was too miserable.

The 50th Army was originally Chiang Ching-kuo's old subordinate, but later restored order.

In order to prove their loyalty, the 50th Army fought bloody battles on the battlefield of South Korea, and used the blood of the Americans to turn the name of the 50 Bears into the 50 Fierce Warriors.

He was so angry that he ran away to a bald man with a bent head, cursing.

Damn it, if you were so brave at the beginning, why would I be so harsh on Baldy?

Despite its impressive military achievements, the 50th Army suffered huge casualties.

As a result, the 50th Army has not yet recovered. Most of the soldiers are rookies, stationed in some dispensable places, just for training.

Even if they are biological children, they cannot be treated equally, let alone the 50th Army who were adopted.

Whether it is the distribution of weapons and ammunition or the distribution of other supplies, the 50th Army's priority is behind other armies.

Thinking of this, He Daqing wanted to slap himself a few times.

He had a bright future, but now he has to return to the 168th Regiment and become a private.

Fortunately, the pile of medals that were awarded have not been taken back. With these things in hand, who dares to look down on me, He Daqing?

Liu Dabiao hid in the woods, roasting a potato that he got from somewhere.

Seeing He Daqing coming over cursing, he took the initiative to greet him.

"He Daqing, come, come, sit here.

I baked a potato and split it in half.

Tell me, how did Lieutenant General Walker get killed? Did you play tricks on me, you white woman?

In the past, He Daqing would have been willing to brag to Liu Dabiao.

I was already feeling annoyed, and Liu Dabiao dared to mention white women, which immediately made me angry.

He scooped up some dirt with the sole of his shoe and kicked it towards the potatoes on the fire.

"A potato is considered a treasure, what the hell..."

At this time, He Daqing returned to his ruffian nature.

He is timid when he sees someone he can't afford to offend, but acts domineeringly when he sees his comrades.

Liu Dabiao dug up the loess and took out the potato seeds.

"He Daqing, are you born in the year of the dog?

I'm inviting you to eat potatoes with good intentions, why are you so mad?"

"Oh, a potato, you dare to invite me to eat it? Or half a potato?

Go pick up some firewood, I'll treat you to a meal..."

After He Daqing finished speaking, he took out a chicken from his bag.

Liu Dabiao swallowed.

"Where did this chicken come from?

Could it be that he got it from his fellow Koreans?"

"Why do you care where I got it from? I'm just asking if you want to eat it?

If you don’t want to eat, I’ll leave.”

"Eat, why don't you eat.

We have fought for the South Korean country and it is not too much to eat one of its chickens, right?

Let’s go, into the woods, into the woods first.

I have been thinking about your craftsmanship, He Daqing, for a long time..."

"By the way, tell me what's going on with our group now."

“In the last battle, we suffered heavy casualties and we haven’t recovered yet.

Even the battalion commander died, let alone the others.

By the way, why are you back?

Didn't the headquarters keep you and treat you as a model hero?"

He Daqing's eyes turned and he looked at Liu Dabiao eagerly.

"Hey, don't mention it.

It’s all my fault for having a foul mouth. I have annoyed many superiors.

By the way, our regiment has the honor of having a battalion commander.

What do you think of me, He Daqing? Can I take over?"

Liu Dabiao glared.

"He Daqing, what are you thinking about?

I, Liu Dabiao, am not dead yet. No matter who else takes the turn, it won’t be your turn.

Hey, put the chicken down, put the chicken down.

You definitely have no chance of becoming battalion commander, but you can try for the position of platoon leader.

I just happen to be short of a platoon leader. I'll talk to Lao Li and it will definitely work out."

“Hey, Brother Biao, don’t worry about the platoon leader’s matter.

Is there any vacant position in the company commander's pit?

You know how capable I am, He Daqing. I am more than qualified to be a company commander..."

Captain Li was holding a small cup filled with tea and took a sip.

"Ha~"

He let out a false breath and pretended to be drinking.

"Hey~"

Old Li sighed.

It makes me angry just thinking about it. I, Lao Li, am the leader of a group, but I can't even have a drink of wine.

The young American soldier not only had wine to drink, but also had a lot of cigarette butts, which he threw away.

The door creaked open.

He Daqing walked in holding two oil-paper bags.

"Captain, are you drinking?

I brought you two snacks, please try them.

Oh, and there are two bottles of Shaodaozi."

Captain Li's eyes lit up.

"He Daqing, you are here, what else did you bring? Sit down, sit down.

Tell me what's going on, or I won't be able to eat this dish with peace of mind."

"Hey, it's no big deal.

Isn’t our regiment short of a battalion commander?

Look at me, how am I?"

"Wow~

Did you get kicked in the head by a donkey to dare to think like this?

Take it, take it, I don't want your things. "

"No, no, the battalion commander can't do it, the company commander, it's also... "