"Cultivating an Army" Wilder Army Dad

It was evening when Zhile saw the green tent from the cliff, the sky was overcast and the temperature was close to zero.He only wore a thin layer of cotton padded clothes next to his body, covered with bundles of woven dead leaves, and a hat made of dried grass on his head, which was almost frozen into an ice lump.

He was already used to this kind of attire, and he didn't feel cold. Standing behind the tent, he yelled loudly, "Hello!"

Immediately, countless poles popped up from all directions, aiming at him.

Zhile didn't panic, she sniffed, she was already used to such scenes.He followed behind his father, no matter he was no stranger to gunshots or siege, anyway, he was going to escape in the end and go back to his father.

He is not afraid of many people, these people are all wearing clothes, as long as they wear clothes, they will eventually leave the forest.For him, no matter which forest is like home, from the mountains in the northeast to the tropical rainforest in the southwest, he can live with ease.

The one who wears the clothes will leave, and he alone will stay.

"I'll send a letter to Nanmo." Zhile said vaguely, after a long time of not speaking, the old man also seldom talked, and his speech became fluent.But it didn't matter, he didn't want to talk to anyone anyway.

The people holding the guns were all wearing green clothes and their faces were smeared in a mess. Zhile thought this kind of people were very strange.

According to his limited knowledge, these people didn't come to play, but he didn't have a clear idea of ​​the concept of playing. What's the fun in the woods?He has "played" with these forests since he was a child, and he just thinks they are very common. He sees them every day, what's new?

A hand reached out and snatched the letter away like lightning. He took the opportunity to take a step back and hid in the shadow of the cliff. Being used to hiding, he didn't like being exposed to so many eyes.He took a step back, and so many poles moved with him, always facing him steadily.

He knew that it was called a gun, and there were many kinds, but no matter what kind it was, it would sound, generate heat, and hit a kind of iron stone.The iron stone killed his little python, and even grazed his body. To this day, there is still a long faint scar on his leg.

Dad was very angry that time, he had never seen Dad so angry.That time was also very painful, so painful that he couldn't help crying. Although under the training of his father, he had already gotten used to not crying, but that time, he really couldn't help it.

Zhile stood quietly in the shadow of the snowy night cliff, like a ghost, his eyes were flooded with water, he saw the surrounding environment clearly, and he heard vague conversations in his ears, but he didn't understand the contents of it.

In any case, he didn't want to bother with these things.He just came to deliver the letter, and after delivering it, he could go to find his father after listening to the recipient's message.

It was warm inside the tent compared to the coldness outside.

A lieutenant colonel, wearing regular uniform, stands out among a pile of camouflage uniforms.His face was understated, but what he said made all the camouflage uniforms look ugly: "You think I want this? I can't help it! What's your brain thinking? Ah? Who do you think that person is? Who do you think you are? His grades are excellent, but you dismissed him?"

"He is too selfish. If a soldier like this is really ready for battle, he will probably let his teammates die. I am the captain, and I must be responsible to my team members." The man standing opposite the lieutenant colonel only had his mouth moving, and his other facial features seemed to be frozen. , "Soldiers can't do it, just change."

Nanmo raised his eyebrows: "Baocheng, do you think this is all right? You talk to me, what are you looking at!"

"We're in a drill."

"Drills are more important than your future? Short-sighted!"

"This is the best opportunity to test this batch of soldiers."

Nanmo's face stinks: "You are very good at leading troops, aren't you?"

"If you don't know how to bring it, how did you make me the captain?"

"That's good." Nan Mo raised one hand, holding the letter that Zhile sent just now, "You go and bring someone for me."

"Take someone?" Bai Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, "I thought you would demobilize me."

"How old are you?" Nan Mo said indifferently, "You have been cultivated with great difficulty, do you think I will let you go away like this? Am I the kind of person who does not make good deals?"

Baicheng stood still and looked straight into Nanmo's eyes: "Report to the captain, how much do you think one life of my soldier is worth?"

The voice of Baicheng is not loud, not like a soldier at all, but as soft as a gentle singer.He has a good voice, as long as he doesn't roar, he can always attract people's hearts.

Nanmo straightened his waist, looked at the guy he pulled out with one hand, raised a small arc at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand and patted Bai Cheng's shoulder, and repeated word by word: "I'm the kind, do A person who is not worth buying and selling?"

Baicheng also smiled, a small smile, which disappeared in a flash, so fast that it was almost invisible.It was already doomed to leave the "Qianlong" special brigade, but he knew that he would come back.

"Where do you want me to go?"

"111."

Baicheng was stunned: "Nanjing?"

"Ah."

The First Group Army of the Nanjing Military Region, formerly the First Field Army of the New China, is a veteran field army with a long history. The first division, the amphibious mechanized infantry division, the first regiment, has the famous "sixth company of hard bones" in the army, which can be said to be Advertisement among the infantry throughout the military district.

"Captain?"

"Go to the recruit company."

Bai Cheng was a little dumbfounded: "Platoon leader?"

"You want to be the monitor?"

Baicheng's face was calm, but he was very depressed in his heart. It would be embarrassing enough for him, an active major of the special forces, to go to the recruit company, and he could only be the squad leader. He blinked his eyes and bargained: "At least be a company long."

Nan Mo stared: "Do you think your family runs the army? You can be whatever you want!?"

"It's too embarrassing to be a squad leader." Baicheng quickly calmed down and replied softly, "Aren't recruits choosing squad leader now?"

"Choose your size!" Nan Mo said angrily, "Be the platoon leader, you must take this soldier by your hand!"

"Which one?"

When talking about this, Nan Mo hesitated. After thinking for a while, he still passed the letter from Zhi Le, and Bai Cheng quickly scanned it, and commented: "The name is quite special."

Nanmo: "..."

Those who have heard the name of Baicheng can understand that he cares about the name. In the army, no matter how capable you are, with such a name, your first impression will definitely be bad.This is an inherent disadvantage, and he has no choice but to fix it by staring at other people's names.

Nan Mo cleared his throat and said, "You know the details. In short, I'll put people in for you. When I'm selected next year, you can bring me a good knife back to Qianlong to participate in the training."

Baicheng stared at the letter for a while, and said, "His father is a fugitive."

"I know his father." Nan Mo said very frankly, without concealing it, "I was only 16 years old when I participated in the Sino-Vietnamese War, a scout, and later became my squad leader, and then..."

Nan Mo didn't go on. The identity of "fugitive" already explained everything. No matter what the reason is, the current stain has discredited the glory of the past, and it can no longer be washed away.

Baicheng thought more rationally: "How did he find you?"

"I contacted you before coming here."

"Captain, you are... not in compliance with the regulations?"

Nan Mo rubbed his eyebrows: "Don't worry about other things, you have to take this baby with you. His father sent the baby because he still has a conscience, and he doesn't want the baby to follow him to the end. And, think about it, this weather , this baby traveled through your practice area all the way to touch the tent to show up before being discovered, such a baby, you don't want it?"

The defeated city was instantly moved.

The officers in the army, not to mention the special forces, even the field troops, are like a wolf seeing a sheep to those good seedlings. Every year when recruits go to the company, it is when the company commanders "dinner", countless eyes burst into tears. The old wolf of green light rushed forward and used all means to grab the cub he liked.

A 16-year-old boy, single-handedly, without any standard equipment, crossed nearly ten kilometers of mountains and forests on a cold night in November, without relying on a map, and quietly touched a tent surrounded by soldiers. What does it mean? ?

A born scout!

"Where is the man?"

"I'm waiting outside." Speaking of this, Nan Mo had a headache again, "Be careful, you have been tricked, if you can't do it, just arrest him, oh, don't get hurt."

The letter clearly stated that Zhile was deceived. The former "old squad leader" even reminded that "extraordinary measures can be used if necessary." Want to vomit blood, this is simply a ticking time bomb!

"I gonna go see."

Baicheng rushed out with green eyes, touched the back of the tent lightly, and saw three selected soldiers pointing their guns at the dark place foolishly.He widened his eyes, and after looking for a few seconds, he realized that there was a vague silhouette of a young man. The woods were not quiet. He heard the breathing of the soldiers, but the baby did not.

Taking a few steps closer, he saw Zhile's appearance clearly: a bundle of branches and leaves, with a bird's nest on his head, was quietly crouching in the shadows, long and thin, like a young sapling that has not yet grown.

Baicheng only looked at it for a second, and Zhile looked over sharply, maybe it was an illusion, he saw a light flash in the child's eyes, like a wild cat in the dark.

Baicheng's heart was beating very hard. He had seen many young soldiers, how cruel, fierce and skinny, he had trained them all, but there was really no such thing as Zhile.

Strictly speaking, Zhile is not like a person at all, but an animal, a beast boy living in the forest.