Rebirth: Don't Want to Be Hot-blooded

Faced with Xia Lan's doubts, An Chuxia could only sigh helplessly, "It's already been done, what else can we do about it?"

Xia Lan looked at her with a look of despair on her face and asked, "Why, is it so unfair to be my correspondent?"

An Chuxia came back to her senses and said hurriedly, "I don't feel wronged, I'm just afraid that I can't do the job."

After a brief contact, An Chuxia roughly understood the work of the correspondent.

It wasn't like she knew nothing before. After all, she had watched a lot of military dramas, so she knew the routine that Miao Lian used to torment Xiaozhuang.

But film and television dramas are, after all, artistic processing, and she cannot use them as a standard. If something goes wrong, the embarrassment is a small matter, but she cannot afford to compensate for the delay in important work.

As expected, the TV show was still portrayed conservatively.

The other people who were eating together were all communicators for the company commanders. They not only had to ensure their own training, but also had to take care of the company commanders' lives and work.

The correspondents in their grass-roots units have much more to manage and are almost becoming omnipotent.

Now An Chuxia understood why Miao Lian sent Xiaozhuang to be a communicator. What kind of troublesome soldier is this? Once he gets into this working state, he will definitely not think about anything else.

But on second thought, she wasn't much better.

Maybe the staff communicator doesn't need to take care of warehouses, organize guns, etc., but there will be more other things.

Why does it feel like... I not only have to be a soldier, but also a corporate slave overnight?

Xia Lan didn't buy her answer, and said directly, "I don't care what you think, but you have to do it well for me."

"I can give you time to adjust, but...it shouldn't be too long."

An Chuxia nodded slightly, indicating that she understood.

After dinner, Xia Lan did not take her home but took her directly to the company.

Seeing that it was not the way back, An Chuxia looked at Xia Lan in surprise, but did not ask.

"You can't train just by following me, so I'll find a place for you to train." Xia Lan saw her surprise and started to explain.

An Chuxia was stunned, "But this... is not the way to the medical team..."

Before she could finish her words, she suddenly realized something. Xia Lan was not sending her to the medical team or the communications company.

The communications company is too far from the regiment headquarters, making it inconvenient for her to go there for training every day. The only possibility is the medical team, but now the direction is wrong, so where should she go?

Sure enough, Xia Lan had no intention of throwing her into the medical team.

As soon as she entered the barracks, she saw the company commander and the communicator who had just eaten at the same table. If she remembered correctly, this was... the combat squad?

"Hey, what brings Staff Officer Xia here?" I heard a teasing voice as I entered the company commander's office.

Xia Lan was not angry either, she walked in directly, "This is my new correspondent, An Chuxia."

In one sentence, the company commander of the combat squad, Liao Yifan, instantly understood what she meant, "You want to send her here to train?"

Then he looked at An Chuxia with amusement, "You are not mistaken, we are a combat class, you throw this weak little girl to me for training, aren't you afraid of getting tired?"

An Chuxia could tell that although he was joking, there was obvious contempt and even disdain in his tone.

But no matter whether this was intended to provoke her or he really looked down on her, An Chuxia didn't want to care. She had not yet recovered from the result of being thrown into the combat class for training.

I stood at attention, not knowing for a moment how to face such a situation.

Xia Lan glanced at her, sighed secretly, and then said, "What's wrong with a female soldier? She is my communicator. How can she do it without some skills?"

He said provocatively, “And it’s your ability that you can bring her out.”

Liao Yifan didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this, "It seems like I have no choice but to accept this person."

"But let's make a deal first. Don't start crying in front of me in the middle of practice. I can't stand it."

Xia Lan also looked at An Chuxia with amusement, "It should be... not?"

An Chuxia came back to her senses and stood at attention, "Report!"

Just when the two thought she was going to promise something, she said directly, "I can't promise whether I will cry or not!"

"Puff..." Liao Yifan, who was drinking water, spat it out.

He coughed and looked at Xia Lan, "How did you get such a soldier? I've seen many troublemakers, but this... is nothing?"

Xia Lan also looked at An Chuxia helplessly, "Playing badly?"

An Chuxia didn't expect that her nickname would become so popular. Everyone in the combat squad knew that they had a female soldier. Although she was the staff officer's communicator, it was quite rare for a female soldier to train with the combat squad.

Then, when Liao Yifan's correspondent Tian Xi took her to familiarize herself with the environment, everyone looked at her with curiosity as if they were looking at a giant panda.

Seeing this, Tian Xi introduced the situation and hurriedly led the people away from the scene, "They are just new and curious. Our company has never seen female soldiers come to our place."

An Chuxia nodded. She was not angry, but she felt a little uncomfortable being treated like a monkey in a zoo.

Fortunately, she ran fast. I believe that once they get used to it, they won’t look at her strangely anymore.

Tian Xi saw that she was not unusual, so he smiled and said, "We usually train with Class 1. I will give you a schedule of their training plan later. Then you can arrange your training according to your own schedule."

"In fact, being a communicator is not bad. The time requirements are not that high. Apart from completing my job duties, I can do everything else according to my own ideas. It can be regarded as the most free position in the military camp."

After hearing this, An Chuxia could only sigh helplessly, "But this freedom means there will be more things to do, right?"

Xia Lan threw her here not only to find a place for training, but also to hand her over to Tian Xi to learn how to be a qualified communicator.

Although Tian Xi is not very old, he is considered a qualified master. He not only helped her find the training class and familiarize her with his daily work, but also took her to the armory.

He took out the key and opened the door while saying, "Although I'm not the custodian here, I have to come and check every few days."

"I need to know the situation of all the company members, weapons, and even training. When the company commander asks, I need to be able to answer at any time."

An Chuxia was not surprised to hear this. The position of correspondent was really like... the chief eunuch of the imperial palace. There was nothing particularly professional about it, but he had to be in charge of everything.

In the armory, not only are the guns and bullets neatly arranged, but even the replacement parts are laid out horizontally and vertically. Whether on the shelves or on the ground, everything is spotless.

It's hard to believe that this is a place where a group of men come every day, but when these men are soldiers, it makes sense.