[Soldier Assault] Doujin——Samsara

(110 six) life

From the narration after waking up on the 39th, I didn’t hear any thrilling words, but when I got out of the ward, Dean Zhao couldn’t help but hold Yuan Lang and just said: It’s not that luck is so good every time. Miracle.

Yuan Lang's gloomy face was noncommittal, and he said: In the future, he will only experience more and more tests, and this is not a big deal.

Obviously just now the messenger from the railway came to invite the leader of the third squadron for a visit, but his mouth was only mean, so Wu Zhe could only babbled dumb words: Bad man, luckily Chengcai didn't hear what he said just now.

Passing by Qi Huan, the dead man also reminded: wake up all the pumpkins at four o'clock in the morning.

What?Cai Knife questioned that there was no such item in the plan.

Looking at Qi Huan with sinister eyes, Wu Zhe hurriedly said: Yes.Yuan Lang left very dissatisfied.

He was afraid that something would happen to the pumpkins again, and he would feel distressed. Besides, there was still a meal at Tie University, and our lives would not be easier tomorrow.

Looking at the back of the rotten man, the hoe said good things for the rotten man, good words that all old people understand.

The railway had just returned from the military area, and its gloomy face was just like the group of pumpkins that had been driven up in the middle of the night.

Seeing that Yuan Lang didn't say anything, he just buried his head and walked to the office.The call was made by Director Zhao of the hospital. The situation he stated might be a bit alarmist, but he couldn't help but pay attention to it.

what happened?The railway asked formally.

It is the custom of the railway to speak good words for Yuan Lang, and it is inevitable to stop Dean Zhao's mouth first.

It's no big deal, there are broken fishing nets confiscated in the reservoir, and Lao Zhao made a big fuss.

There were two cigarettes left in the cigarette case, and the railway company thought it necessary for him to explain the reason why he made an exception to intervene with Pumpkin—the University of Science and Technology put pressure on the military region, and if it affected the introduction of talents in the military region?

He just needs to be independent and tempered, Yuan Lang insisted, although he observed that the physical fitness of this pumpkin might be worse than Wu Zhe, but he insisted.

Well, have you considered the whole army sniper contest?

Yes, Yuan Lang was very straightforward, snatched the last cigarette in the hand of the railway, put it on his mouth, gestured, and went out.

When the pumpkins were driven back to the dormitory exhausted, Shen Yixing put on his equipment and set off. Seeing his posture, Qi Huan couldn't help but calmly said: If you don't want to be deducted points, you should make up for last night's 30 kilometers of armed swimming and 10 kilometers of rapid march.

The soldier, who was even weaker in the rain, discovered at this time that the No. 40 pumpkin was missing.

He wanted to ask something, but swallowed the words again, his head started to hurt again, and he simply set off, ignoring the dead old A behind him.

He was submerged just yesterday, wouldn't he have any psychological problems?Wu Zhe looked at the back that looked like himself, and couldn't help but say.

He's not Xu Sanduo, he's not that sentimental, the rotten guy is always merciless to the hoe's twat.

If he had to be as strong as Xu Sanduo, he wouldn't be in the hospital every day.Hoe is not to be outdone.

It's normal for anyone to have an accident that day. They just want to learn how to survive from adversity, which we can't teach.

Yes, if it was me, I would have drowned long ago, Captain, I am afraid that you will not be able to find me when you turn into a nuclear submarine, right?

I can't be bothered to look for you.

The pumpkins barely knew how they got into the cafeteria, and Jiang Ruidong saw his roommate's appearance, and said with the last of his strength: his brain must have been smashed, he was crazy...

After eating breakfast like sleepwalking, I saw pumpkin No. 39 appearing in the electronic classroom of military theory subjects.

The instructor is very satisfied with the current teaching object. The eight pumpkins have concentrated all their attention, quickly digesting the international ordnance materials flashing on the screen, and responding to the instructor's questions at any time.

For some reason, starting from the final stage, the first pumpkin the instructor touched was always Jiang Ruidong, and the last one was always Shen Yixing.

Later, Pumpkin No. 5 in this issue once concluded that the speech on No. 28 had the most comic effect, while the answers from No. 39 were always the most standard and comprehensive.

But on the shooting range, No. 39 became the object of everyone's ridicule, even though the old A's couldn't find a reason to deduct points.

However, no matter when, Shen Yixing's innocent smile always makes the dead old people feel helpless and frivolous.

Then, the pumpkins who have been tempered are like the gravel on the Gobi Desert that has been ravaged by strong winds countless times, desperately spinning in place, enduring all the harsh natural environments, and taking the painful torture as a landscape to look up to.