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"Place a seat, I want to take a leave." During the break, Huang Mao ran over, lowered his head, and said cautiously.

Although the word "seat arrangement" sounds a bit awkward, it still reminds Zhu Yiba of the fun things about "arranging seats" before, and he joked: "I'm asking for leave to find a seat in your class, why are you looking for me?"

"The class leader said that he was heartbroken and asked us not to bother him these days." Huang Mao didn't notice Zhu Yiba's amusement and answered honestly.

This old boy is still lovelorn. The question is, has he ever been in love?

Zhu Yiba suppressed his laughter and continued joking: "Then let's find your deputy."

Huang Mao said with a serious look: "The deputy director said there is no precedent for this and asked me to come to you."

Come on, there really is a deputy leader. Zhu Yiba complained in his heart, but he also used this to make a request to the young and honest Huang Mao: "Okay, I will approve the leave for you, but after the agreement, you can only call me 'Platoon leader', you can't call me 'platoon seat' anymore."

"Hey!" Huang Mao didn't think much, nodded and agreed.

Zhu Yiba took out a notepad and signature pen from his jacket pocket, lowered his head and wrote down Huang Mao's incident, preparing to go to the instructor to ask for personal leave tomorrow morning.

"By the way, why are you asking for leave?"

"My wife came to see me with the kids, and I wanted to take them to the town to eat something good, and then walk around to see if I could buy something for them to take back."

"Oh, you have to accompany your wife and children when they come, otherwise wait, what!" Zhu Yiba suddenly raised his head, widened his eyes like bells, and said in surprise: "Huang Mao, you have a wife and children? "

In such shock, he forgot to call the soldier by his name, and the nickname came out of his mouth.

Huang Mao nodded mechanically: "Yes, it's my wife and children."

Zhu Yiba closed the notepad and said dubiously: "I remember you are only 19, how come you are married? Do you have children? Male, female."

"Girl!" Huang Mao's whole person changed when he talked about his own child. Although he looked silly when he smiled, he could tell that he was very happy.

"Place your seats, it's early for us to have the baby."

At this moment, Zhu Yiba, who was a little stunned, forgot that Huang Mao mentioned the word "seat row" in front of him again, and thought in his mind: He got married before he reached the legal age, and had a baby, and with this Comparing guys, the squad leader is a scumbag.

"Why do you still want to be a soldier after getting married?" Zhu Yiba asked.

"I'm not married yet. My dad said that when I retire and go back, I can welcome my wife into the house." Huang Mao smiled, with happy eyes.

Zhu Yiba was completely speechless. People usually get on the bus first and then buy the ticket. I guess this girl only got into the business after serving in the army.

Those stupid guys even nicknamed me ‘yellow-haired boys’?

Little did they know that everyone is already a ‘yellow-haired old man’!

Tsk tsk, far ahead! Far ahead!

He is a talent that he had underestimated before.

Finally, Zhu Yiba added: "Don't mention this to anyone in the station. Do you understand?"

Huang Mao put his feet together and said loudly: "Yes, row of seats!"

As soon as the schedule meeting ended in the evening, the instructor at the station slipped over and called Zhu Yiba out alone.

The instructor is mainly responsible for the ideological work of the soldiers in the station. Even the station commander Wang Hai has to oversee the ideological education, so Zhu Yiba is naturally among his business scope.

He first chatted with Zhu Yiba about his recent work and life at the station, and then paid attention to his parents who were far away from home, as well as his younger brothers and sisters at home.

Although Zhu Yiba is an only child and has no younger siblings, this does not prevent him from offering his cousins ​​to cater to the instructor's concern.

Feeling that the foreplay was almost done, the instructor took the initiative to hand him a cigarette.

Zhu Yiba, who had been strictly forbidding the squad leader from smoking, couldn't think straight for a while and didn't dare to reach out to pick it up. After all, the disciplinary assessment in the station was designated by the middle-aged man in front of him.

And the first one on the list is that smoking is strictly prohibited in the station.

The instructor smiled and put the cigarette into his hand: "I have done so many border defenses and led soldiers for so many years. You are the most special one."

Zhu Yiba, who was taking out his lighter and preparing to light a cigarette, was stunned. The first thing he thought of was his former special service status: "Why is it special? Is the instructor a soldier who has never led a special service soldier?"

The instructor chuckled: "What's wrong with the special service? You don't have one pair of eyes and two nostrils? You, on the outside, seem to be getting along well with everyone, but on the inside, it's like everything has nothing to do with you. To put it nicely, it means being emotionally stable; to put it worse, it means being independent.”

People who do ideological work speak well.

Can “independence and independence” be considered a bad word? This is a big compliment! Especially for people like him who have to go to the mountains for a walk whenever they have time.

Taking this to the extreme is the guy in the mobile squadron who wears a ghillie suit every day with only one pair of eyes exposed. He is a legend in the squadron.

After joining the army for several years, he often ate in the same cafeteria, trained in the same dormitory, and slept in the same sex ground. As a result, most of the soldiers had never seen the real side of that person.

Zhu Yiba was wandering somewhere else, so slowly that he didn't know where he was thinking.

The instructor still had a good attitude, like an elder who cared about his children, and said patiently: "What did you do in the special service platoon? Were you a sniper?"

"I'm from the infiltration team."

"Infiltration team, this is dangerous work, not easy to do."

"Fortunately, my comrades are quite capable. To be honest, after so many years of missions, I haven't encountered any life-threatening situations."

"Didn't you encounter any danger? This is a good thing." The instructor took a deep breath from his cigarette and said softly, "Yes, thanks to the efforts of your comrades, you don't know the horror of death."

Zhu Yiba was a little sensitive. When he heard the instructor's words, he just thought that the instructor was still following the station commander Wang Hai's wishes and came to teach him without caring about the safety of the soldiers.

He wanted to refute, but the instructor took the lead and said, "But Zhu Yiba, you have to know that the soldiers in our station are all big-headed soldiers in the true sense. A good fighter who is good at fighting and scolding is not really a matter of skill. , but not enough for the elite special service platoon."

The squad leader who has unrequited love, Huang Mao who "arranges class seats", and Pistachio Chubby.

These soldiers are indeed quite daunting.

The instructor didn't give Zhu Yiba time to think, and asked: "You said, if you really go to the battlefield, can they help you? Give you the help like your comrades in the special service platoon that will make you fearless of death?"

Zhu Yiba understood what the instructor meant. Just as the stationmaster Wang Hai said a few days ago, he must protect these young people who are dedicated to serving the country as much as possible so that they can retire and go home safely.

However, since you have chosen to be a soldier, how can you still be afraid of danger?

Zhu Yiba was still dissatisfied, but on the surface he was much calmer than when he confronted the stationmaster Wang Hai before, and said: "Instructor, I understand."

When he returned to the station, Zhu Yiba felt a little irritable. He felt that tonight's chat with the monitor seemed to be teasing his heart.

The special duty platoon I specially selected when I joined the army is not so popular now when I think about it.

For a moment, he also wanted to go back and find his childhood sweetheart, but then he thought something was wrong. There were so many childhood sweethearts, and he didn't know which one was suitable and which one still remembered him.