Special Forces: Start the battlefield to send food and annihilate mercenaries

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The sound of "killing" resounded throughout the training ground.

Every fighter is sweating and training hard.

Because they are soldiers of the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company!
Looking at the familiar environment, familiar people.

Thinking of leaving this lovely place, Ye Zhengyang's heart was full of reluctance.

"You kid still knows how to come back!"

A loud voice sounded.

"Chen Pai!"

Ye Zhengyang stood at attention and saluted.

"Stinky boy! It's ok, I didn't expect that in addition to being good at cooking, you are also good at fighting!"

With a smile on his face, Chen Pai patted Ye Zhengyang on the shoulder.

"Chen Pai, don't praise me. I haven't learned your Foshan Shadowless Foot until now."

Ye Zhengyang has a good relationship with the fighters of Yehuhu's reconnaissance company.

After all, everyone eats the meals he cooks, so can the relationship be bad?

"Okay, let's go, Miao Lian is waiting for you, remember to cook more food at night, everyone hasn't eaten your food for a long time."

Chen Pai smiled and waved his hands.

"Okay, take care of Chen Pai, I promise to let everyone eat well and be full today!"

Ye Zhengyang smiled and agreed, but in fact he also missed the life of the cooking class a little bit.

"Everyone, stop and tell you some good news!"

Chen Pai shouted, and the soldiers who were training stopped immediately.

"Chen Pai, what good news?"

"Ye Zhengyang is back!"

After Chen Pai's words fell, the soldiers cheered immediately.

He was used to the food cooked by Ye Zhengyang, but it was hard to swallow food cooked by others.

"If you want to eat more at night, hurry up and train! Drain all the energy in your body!"

After Chen Pai finished speaking, there was laughter on the training ground.

But after laughing, everyone started training crazily.

Not for anything else, just to eat more at night!
"Brat, stand up and let me see!"

Miao Lian looked at Ye Zhengyang with a smile all over his face.

"Yes!"

Ye Zhengyang stood at attention.

"You really can hide it, kid. If it doesn't happen, don't you even plan to tell me?"

The smile on Miao Lian's face gradually disappeared.

"Miao Lian, what you said is wronging me. When I first left the company, I said that I would not go to the cooking class, but I would go to the combat class. Or did you say that Yehuo's cooking class is also in the combat class?"

Ye Zhengyang looked aggrieved, two years, is it easy for him?
Well, it's easy to dawdle in the cooking class.

"You kid is still blaming me!"

The smile on Miao Lian's face reappeared as he spoke, "Didn't you prove it with your actions? What I said is not wrong. Yehuo's cooking class is the fighting class, right?"

"You are the company commander, and you are right."

Ye Zhengyang didn't dare to argue with Miao Lian either.

The nickname of Taolu Miao is not for nothing, and it is uncertain when it will be used.

"I really miss you."

Miao Lian sighed helplessly.

"Miao Lian, are you reluctant to part with my braised pork?"

Ye Zhengyang mercilessly exposed Miao Lian's tricks.

"If you know it, do it now!"

Miao Lian said angrily.

"Miao Lian, how are the monitors doing?"

Ye Zhengyang put away his smile and asked.

"Xu Lei and Zheng Yi have nothing to do, they will return to the team in a few days."

"Where is our monitor?"

"A bullet hit the spine, the spinal nerves were damaged, and the lower body was paralyzed!"

Miao Lian said in a deep voice: "He chose to retire early and go back to the place to recuperate. He also left a letter for you."

After speaking, he opened the desk drawer and took out a letter.

Ye Zhengyang quickly opened it.

"Zhengyang, when you read this letter, I have already returned to my hometown. Forgive me for not saying goodbye to you. I don't want to say goodbye to you because I still look forward to seeing you. Well, this sentence is yours. Said, here is what I said."

"Zhengyang, you are a good soldier. I have no education and I don't know what to say as the squad leader. You have to work hard! Don't forget that you are a soldier in the cooking squad of the Yehu reconnaissance company!"

"I plan to open a restaurant after my injury is healed. My legs don't work, but my hands still work, right? I plan to use your name as a restaurant signboard. Isn't that an infringement? Since you don't object, then I will be You promised, remember to come and see your old squad leader and your goddaughter when you have time later."

"Finally, thank you for your kindness! Investigative Company! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The old squad leader Fu Gaopeng.

"It's poorly written!"

Ye Zhengyang folded the letter and put it away, and wiped away his tears.

"It's poorly written, with no writing at all."

Miao Lian echoed from the side.

"Then why are you crying?"

Ye Zhengyang said.

"I made it with fake eyes. I'm not crying, but you are really crying."

Miao Lian quickly wiped his eyes.

"I blew it in the car when I came here."

Ye Zhengyang didn't forget to emphasize, "You really can't sit in a convertible off-road vehicle."

"Okay, let's get down to business, stand at attention!"

Miao Lian rubbed his face and gave a serious cry.

Ye Zhengyang immediately calmed down and stood up.

"In view of Comrade Ye Zhengyang's excellent performance in heroic killing of the enemy in battle, the leaders of the military region have decided to award Comrade Ye Zhengyang a personal first-class merit!"

After Miao Lian finished speaking, he took out a red box and a certificate.

"Because of the particularity of this battle, it cannot be disclosed to the public, so I can only honor you here."

Miao Lian said apologetically.

"Thank you Miaolian!"

Ye Zhengyang received the medal and certificate.

"Don't be in a hurry and thank you. You have brought your two crutches to the end. I'll change them for you."

Miao Lian untied Ye Zhengyang's epaulettes as he spoke, took out a pair of new ones from his pocket and put them on.

Mao, second lieutenant!
"Miao Lian, all the rewards are given to me alone?"

Ye Zhengyang was not happy, a first-class merit is already very heavy.

Now directly to the dry, he can't laugh at all.

"What are you thinking? You have already been notified of the collective second-class meritorious service of your cooking class, or are you still waiting for you to come back?"

Miao Lian gave Ye Zhengyang a blank look.

"Thank you Miaolian!"

A smile appeared on Ye Zhengyang's face immediately.

"Happy now?"

Miao Lian asked.

"Well, happy!"

He won first-class merit, and was promoted to second lieutenant, and there was also a collective second-class merit, so the fool is not happy.

"Then hurry up and make braised pork for me!"

Miao Lian lifted his foot and was about to kick it.

Ye Zhengyang dodged nimbly and ran out quickly.

Soon he returned to the place where he lived for two years.

Cooking class!