Police Chen Shu

In this lonely border station far away from the city, we really need people like Xiaopang who can liven up the atmosphere. Today he will joke with you, and tomorrow he will fool around with you. The life can be said to have a little bit of flavor, and time It can also go by faster.

Zhu Yiba looked at the cigarette in his hand, somewhat dumbfounded: "Squad leader, you..."

"Oh, platoon leader, don't follow those young people and call me squad leader. If you still think highly of me, just call me Lao Wang! This kind of relationship between us only exists between the best and the best. .”

The squad leader waved his hand and felt that the new platoon leader who was born in the military academy in front of him was too immature. If he didn't know that the other party came from the hellish special service platoon, he might have to fight with him. How could he put down his airs and talk so quickly? The other party is a brother-in-law.

"Squad leader, you are not allowed to smoke at the shooting range. This will not happen next time." Zhu Yiba shrugged and insisted on calling him squad leader. After all, he was older and a veteran of the third period, so he should be treated with respect.

The squad leader was stunned. It turned out that the platoon leader had been staring at cigarettes for a long time.

"Report to the platoon leader, there are more than a dozen under the squad leader's bed!" The fat soldier loaded up the QBZ with a few clicks, carried it on his shoulders, and stood majestically under the tree, still not forgetting to complain in front of the leader.

"Damn fat man, get out of here! Be careful I don't kill you when I go back at night!" The squad leader directly threw the kettle in his hand.

Even though this fat soldier with a red badge on his shoulder was wide and fat, his movements were very agile. He twisted half of his body with the tip of his toes, and not even a hair on the kettle touched him.

After a few bangs, the fat warrior rolled on the grass, and a lot of fine grass dust stuck to the brand new pot.

Zhu Yiba watched the two people quarreling happily, and deliberately added a spoonful of oil to the noisy pot and said, "Huh? Under the bed? When I checked the hygiene this morning, there was nothing underneath. It was empty."

The fat soldier who had already run far away was holding his belly and laughing, then straightened up and said: "The bottom of the bed! Platoon leader, the cigarettes have been stuck under the bottom of the bed with transparent tape by the squad leader."

"Damn fat man! I owed you everything in my previous life!" The squad leader couldn't stand the crime and pointed at the fat soldier and yelled.

The fat warrior laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight: "Who told you to let me eat steamed buns before!"

Zhu Yiba asked: "What kind of steamed bun scalp?"

The squad leader was a little helpless: "When Little Fatty first came here, he peeled off the skin while eating steamed buns in the cafeteria. Then the stationmaster saw it and said it was a waste of food. The stationmaster asked me to remember it for him."

Zhu Yiba asked curiously: "How do you give him a long memory?"

The squad leader touched his nose and felt a little embarrassed: "I just use a colander to fish out the dumplings he lost from the swill bucket at night and let him eat them all."

Thinking about it now, the squad leader couldn't help but get goosebumps all over the floor.

But the new platoon leader in front of him just smiled calmly, without the surprise expected by the squad leader.

The squad leader was confused and couldn't help but ask: "Platoon leader, you... don't feel anything?"

Recalling that during the devil training week, Zhu Yiba was forced by Wolf Tou to eat the leftover food vomited out by his comrades. Zhu Yiba did not think there was anything wrong with the squad leader's approach.

In wartime, in the wilderness, it would be good to have someone who stutters. It doesn’t mean that you have to be as perfect as they are, but wasting food in the canteen does require a lesson that will be remembered deeply.

After the break, the three returned to the shooting range to start training.

The squad leader stood beside Xiaopang, guiding the opponent's shooting movements seriously and attentively. His eyes were serious and focused, his voice was steady and powerful, and his thick lips slowly conveyed his many years of shooting skills and experience.

The chubby boy also lost his previous teasing expression. He stared at his round eyes and listened carefully to the monitor's explanation. His fat hands held the handle of the gun tightly. Although his movements were stiff and deliberate, they were full of effort and seriousness.

Zhu Yiba, who was observing from the side, glanced sideways at the warm sunshine above his head, and suddenly enjoyed the comfort of this moment. This kind of leisure time in the rear troops was something he could not imagine in the special service platoon in the past.

For a moment, he still questioned whether he had slacked off.

Time passed quickly, and the one-hour target training was over. With the squad leader's "dismissal", Xiaopang turned into that weird guy again.

Carrying the QBZ, he quickly ran to Zhu Yiba's side: "Platoon leader, I heard that there is a guy in your special service platoon who is very good at eating chicken! Can you tell me about it?"

"To be honest, we are very good at eating chicken." Regarding the soldiers after the exercise, Zhu Yiba did not want to be too serious and said with a smile, "Every time I come back from duty, it's like eating a chicken alone. Normal operation."

"Haha! Platoon leader, I'm talking about the game of chicken!" As soon as the fat man finished speaking, he suddenly reacted and made a grimace as if he had eaten shit.

"Oh, you are talking about mobile games." Zhu Yiba saw it and deliberately teased: "The instructors usually keep the mobile phones in the special service platoon. Squad leader, now that the training is over, shouldn't you give out mobile phones? Already?"

The squad leader glared at Xiaopang, then turned to Zhu Yiba and said righteously: "Platoon leader, the ideological consciousness of the new comrades is not high enough at the moment. I suggest strengthening the intensity of daily training, increasing the number of night training, and striving to reduce the distribution of mobile phones. Time, let comrades concentrate on safeguarding the security of the motherland’s borders!”

The expression on Xiaopang's face at this moment made him almost cry.

"Ha ha!"

Zhu Yiba and the squad leader looked at each other and laughed.

At this time, a thin soldier ran over and started shouting "Banzuo" and "Banzuo" from a distance.

The squad leader glanced guiltily at the platoon leader who was sitting next to him happily. When the little soldier ran up to him, he jumped up with a bang.

"Class, class! What kind of look are you looking at? Didn't the platoon leader see it when he's sitting here?"

The little warrior covered his painful head, turned to Zhu Yiba who was sitting, and said aggrievedly: "Seat in rows."

"Still arranging seats?" The squad leader jumped up and screamed again, scolding, "Huang Mao, use your pig brain to think carefully! Why, when we sit together, are we going to shout 'arrange seats'?" "

Zhu Yiba finally couldn't help it and burst out laughing.

This day is much more comfortable than the pressure of being out in the field every day in the special service platoon.

Because I found a photo of my life when I was studying in QQ space. The hair in the photo was dyed orange and looked like a non-mainstream. In addition, I had just joined the army and was the youngest soldier in the class, so I was labeled "yellow". The nickname "Mao Boy" is simply Huang Mao.

Huang Mao stood at attention and reported: "Platoon leader, squad leader, and station leader asked you to go to the conference room."

The two looked at each other, calmed down, stood up quickly, threw the rifle to Huang Mao, and ran to the conference room.