Reborn in the 70s as a military doctor and meets a special soldier

Before the target practice, Song Wei was obviously fine, but she turned around and cried.

Seeing the wetness in Song Wei's eyes, Lu Jiu didn't care about avoiding suspicion. He walked straight to Song Wei and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

This question attracted the attention of other instructors.

Facing the x-ray-like gazes, Song Wei felt like she was dead for the first time.

She just said that she shouldn't be emotional, why should she shed tears like others? What should she say now?

I was moved by your excellent shooting results?

Although this is true, it feels shameful and pretentious to say it out loud...

As expected, some emotions can only be understood.

In the end, Song Wei could only come up with the almost-used excuse: "I just got sand in my eyes."

The straight man and everyone suddenly realized it, but Lu Jiu didn't say anything on his face, but he was still a little worried in his heart. But after all, he was leading troops, so he could only put aside his personal emotions for the time being and find a place where no one was around later. Ask nicely.

Lu Jiu closed her eyes and put her clothes in order, then turned to face Father Song and stood at attention: "Reporting to the leader, the aerial shooting mission has been completed. Three of the shots missed and seven hit. Please give instructions."

"Well done, keep it up."

"Yes!"

After the two talked, someone suddenly made a report.

"Report! Chief, we also want to take on such a challenge!"

It was as if Lu Jiu's performance just now had ignited the passion of the boys, and they were all eager to give it a try.

Dad Song glanced at the time: "I agree! You are a true hero in facing the difficulties! Everyone, work hard!"

As a result, the shooting range suddenly became lively.

The ten broken iron basins that Wen Xinghan picked up were definitely not enough. Later, someone ran to the canteen and took out the remaining broken iron basins.

Later, when the cooking team wanted to take the iron basin to repair, they found nothing. After searching around, they found it at the shooting range. Moreover, the iron basin with only a small hole in it was shot into a sieve.

The squad leader of the cooking class puffed his beard and glared: "Who is so unethical? They won't even let go of the broken iron basin. What the hell are they doing? From now on, we'll all eat with our hands!"

No one dared to say anything about this.

Of course, this is a later story.

At this time, the squad leader of the cooking class was happily cooking a feast for the upcoming art soldiers.

At four o'clock, the literary and art soldiers should have basically arrived. The company in the hands of Luo Cang, the literary and handsome man, has been disbanded. They are now part of the mobile force, and naturally bear the responsibility of external relations.

When the time came, I went to the camp to meet the art soldiers.

It wasn't until the end of the target practice that Song Wei and the others went back together.

Before arriving at the camp, I felt that the atmosphere in the camp was particularly different. When I arrived at the camp, I saw that an open-air stage had begun to be set up, and female soldiers were busy carrying props back and forth.

There is also a training venue on the side of the stage. At this time, the actors in the musical instrument group have set up their instruments and are rehearsing intensely, while the dancers are putting on makeup and costumes in the tent next door.

Many male soldiers couldn't help but feel reserved when they saw this big scene, showing rare shy expressions.

But most of them were still immersed in the pleasure of making iron pots, and they were all talking about arcs, crosshairs, etc., and they didn't even notice that there was a group of art soldiers in the square.

Liu Yu was a member of this heart-locking love party. A little girl came over carrying a large pile of curtains and accidentally bumped into Liu Yu.

Liu Yun carried her aside like a chicken, and then continued to discuss the key points about shooting with Zhou Chaoyang, without even looking at the little girl, let alone stopping.

The little girl was confused. She didn't even have time to apologize. Liu Yu left only the back of her head. She blushed fiercely when she looked at Liu Yu's back.

"Man Yue, why are you standing here in a daze?"

"Huh?" The little girl suddenly came to her senses and ran quickly with the red silk in her arms.

Finally, she stopped and looked in Liu Yu's direction again, but unfortunately she couldn't see Liu Yu's face clearly from the beginning to the end.

Qiu Manyue tilted her head, a little surprised that she would care about the stranger she met by chance. Then she thought about it, maybe she was used to being surrounded by stars, so she felt a little uncomfortable being suddenly ignored.

She didn't think any more and ran towards the stage holding the red silk in her hand.

……

Even if it is a party, the rules of the special training camp have not changed. 5:50-6:20 is the eternal dinner time.

The only thing that has changed is that the cooking squad leader usually prepares meals, but today it has become a reunion dinner for the whole family.

The dishes are also quite generous.

There is a pot of fried meat with tofu and fruit, a pot of fried meat with fungus and yuba, and a pot of Chinese cabbage. In the Chinese cabbage, you can vaguely see the oil residue made from the fat.

All in all, meat can be seen on every plate.

These young guys are overloaded with training every day. Grass has long grown in their stomachs. Their eyes suddenly glow green when they see meat. They don't care whether the table next to them is a beauty or a fairy.

When the leader opened the meal, everyone picked up their chopsticks, stuck their butts out, and started devouring their food. Whoever was slower would lose.

Song Wei liked watching such scenes very much, and it always seemed to stimulate her appetite.

If she had a camera, she would have loved to record these scenes so that the younger generation, who would eat meat until they vomited in the future, could see how the older generation cherished food.

Unfortunately, I couldn't take pictures.

"Don't look around while you eat."

Song's father couldn't help but knock on his daughter's table. At this moment, Lu Jiu also gave Song Wei a piece of meat.

The old man and the young man looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.

This family of three looked so happy and happy, which made Wen Xinghan and others sour.

However, in addition to being Lu Jiu's father-in-law, Father Song was also the leader of this inspection, so everyone could only feel sour in their stomachs, but still looked like they were immersed in eating.

Qiu Manyue ate the whole meal, her eyes kept rolling. She was looking for the person who ignored her. Unfortunately, everyone during the meal had taken off their military caps. They had dark crew heads and looked almost exactly the same.

Completely unrecognizable.

He immediately noticed something was wrong with her after becoming friends with her, and he couldn't help but laugh: "What on earth are you looking for? Have you met the type you like here?"

Qiu Manyue blushed and shook her head with evasive eyes: "No, I just took a look."

"Our goddess is sometimes interested in men? This is really strange."

"Speaking of which, there are too few people in this company. Usually when we go to condolence performances, there are tens of thousands of people, but here there are only more than a hundred people, and I don't know what unit it is."

"Not only that, but you can see that only one family member came, and he was in a wheelchair."

"Really unusual."

"Could it be...the widow of a martyr?"

Everyone in the art troupe couldn't help but think about it.

Others may not know it clearly, but performances by art troupes also have standards.

Different specifications, program content and program quality are different.

This time, they received the highest performance requirements.