G soldier diary

"Get in the car! Be careful where you step!" shouted the passer-by squad leader.

Xiaoyu followed me, and we boarded a ten and a half tons truck with a green tent outside.

Looking left and right, the car starts, without any shock absorbers, it feels like sitting on countless vibrating eggs.

The dormitory we live in looks like an ordinary old house from a distance; the concrete floor in front is just an ordinary concrete floor; the single battlefield in the grenade throwing area is just two pieces of grass with cheap obstacles.

But we changed positions on it day and night, were fucked by the squad leader, took baths, and were constipated and fucked.

I can't help but sigh that human beings are so amazing, they are very good at finding things to bother themselves.

The gates of the camp closed, and our carload of refugees said goodbye to this new training center.How many of these people are going to be with me for the next ten months?I suddenly looked forward to the new fate, even though Xiaoyu was on my right, exuding a charming smell.

"Hoo~~Finally." A Taiwanese native with a tattoo on his body took out his bruise and began to twitch.

"Hmph..." Xiaoyu looked distressed, his eyes hanging slightly.

should i do something

"Hey... It's so stuffy and sore, isn't it good? "I said.

"Huh? Otherwise, open the canvas!" the tattooed man said tugging.

The rear is the same as the ladder to open a slit of the canvas at the rear end, but in this way the vehicles behind will see us in the truck.

"That's right! It's fine if this is not the case." The tattooed man handed the bruises to the other soldiers, which made me disillusioned with the future.

Everyone was being transported in a daze like domestic animals.I used to see a bunch of soldiers in the car wanting to jump into the car and have some shocking scenes, but now that I got on the truck, I realized how helpless Dop is.Every turn, the body has to work hard so as not to fly out. After one or two hours, I got off the car at a place like Taoyuan Daxi. A man was in front of the team. There were already some small soldiers waiting in the square of a certain ㄇ-shaped building. us.

"I'm the personnel officer. You can also call me the platoon leader." The fair-looking man was in his early 25s and wore glasses.

Wait a moment! !

This long line is too sad~~~

He has a broad chin, divine eyes, and a bookish face.

It was Qiu Ze wearing glasses!

The petty bourgeois boy rushed forward! (The salary of [-] is a boy with a micro-financed salary, right?)

"The rest of your time, I will take care of it. You can smoke and drink later." Qiu Ze didn't have any majesty at all, he felt like a small soldier leading the team.

The other fresh meats were delivered one by one, and the platoon leader Qiu Ze issued a cruel order.

"We have to line up, come on, Taoyuan branch raise your hand..."

"Have! 』

"Row this way...then the Hsinchu branch raises their hands."

"Have! 』

"Keelung Branch."

"have! ’ I raised my hand.

With the determination to do so, I looked left and right at the other three people who raised their hands.

This is, the remaining ten months of partners! !

A small-eyed man in front of him turned around with his hands raised, with a little beard and narrowed eyes.Although the eyebrows are thick, they just look like a good father. I can't think of any corresponding stars.

Mature man I can't, sorry. (Apologize to whom)

On the right back, there is a boy with a small face slightly lower than me, with a melancholy expression between his brows wearing glasses, and his dark appearance after being exposed to the hot sun, a bit like Chen Kun in sadness, a handsome iceberg boy.

Platoon leader, I can do this. (Who the hell is asking for my opinion?)

On the left, a short man with a round face and high forehead raised his hands, wearing big black-rimmed glasses, and looked like a corrupt official.

Platoon leader, can I make a substitution?

The four of us lined up together, and Xiaoyu was squeezed away by the ugly and corrupt officials.

"Look clearly, this is your partner for the next ten months or so." The platoon leader reminded me that there are no fairy tales in the real world, reality is cruel, heartache is more real than happiness, and people live in sorrow and die in peace. (Have you started scribbling?)

Suddenly, I smelled a stench coming from the corrupt official, like the smell of a dead animal.

It wouldn't be such a purgatory without fairy tales, right?Can the platoon leader shoot him for a shot?

Bedroom.

"Wait three o'clock sharp. You have chosen your bed and housekeeping and assembled downstairs. Cultivate your relationship with your future colleagues! Start moving." After the lovely platoon leader Qiu Ze said softly, all the petty bourgeois boys were in a panic. Rushing out, looking for the best seats, some people are looking for plugs, and some people put down the oversized Whampoa bag directly when they see the lower berth.

Several people from the same unit who just met in pairs also began to pair up and become pillow people.

"Xiaofei!" Xiaoyu called out to me amidst the crowd of people on the bed.

"Hey~Hello. ’ I responded.

In the new team, Xiaoyu is right behind me, and we are no longer an arm's distance from the left front in the new training.

"Are you sleeping with someone from the same unit?" After Xiaoyu finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at a thin black charcoal boy who was pointing at the bed to Xiaoyu.The world is adjusted to microseconds, and someone comes and goes between our eyes.

"well…"

"That's from my unit..."

"Go ahead. "I smile.

Why explain?It is only right and proper to sleep together in the same unit.The moment of Zen has arrived, if you can stop the arrow of love to others unconsciously, I would like to be the last person you kill.I turned around slowly, out of Xiaoyu's sight and went to the cabinet.Although I couldn't see Xiaoyu, I could imagine his wry smile.I unzipped the green Whampoa bag and took out the clothes to hang.

You gone?

I turned to look at where he was standing just now.

Xiaoyu's thick back was walking towards that little Heitan.

Stand there for half a minute?

I sat on the bed, picked up a pen and opened the notepad I carried with me, and wrote many things about you.

Love is painful, pain is crying, crying is tired.Don't always force yourself in conflicts, persuade yourself to let go, close your eyes and let you go, burn the diary and start over.

"Do you want to sleep on the upper bunk?" A young voice, a melancholy look.

It's a sad boy.