"Cultivating an Army" Wilder Army Dad

Yu Zheng leaned close to Bai Cheng and muttered in a low voice, "Platoon leader, come out."

"Why?" Baicheng chewed his rice, squinting at the troublemaker.

"The platoon leader!"

There was a bit more gnashing of teeth in this voice, and Bai Cheng turned his head to look, and found that Yu Zheng's face was coming close to him, the voice came out from between his teeth, his expression was distorted, and he tried his best to suppress something.

Bai Cheng felt a chill in his heart, and obediently followed Yu Zheng out.

When he got outside and closed the door, Yu Zheng immediately said angrily: "Platoon leader, I have no position to criticize you, but isn't it too much to let these boys make such a mess!?"

"No." Old God Baicheng was still there, and said calmly, "If they want to fight, they can fight."

Yu Zheng opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, paced a few steps resentfully, then came back, lowered his voice and shouted: "Platoon Leader, you are favoring Zhile!"

This made Baicheng startled: "I'm partial to Zhile?"

"You know that Fang Jiang can't beat Zhile!"

"If he wants to fight, I will let him fight." Baicheng sneered, "If you want to hit the south wall, then hit it. If it hurts, you will know to retreat."

"Aren't you creating conflicts among your comrades?"

Baicheng narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Do you want to use the method of thinking about education again?"

Yu Zheng said seriously: "Do you think it's wrong?"

"Of course that method is correct." Bai Cheng said quickly, "But, all roads lead to Rome, it is better to use the method that has quick results than the slow one."

"But, they will cooperate in the future! They are comrades-in-arms! In this way, let alone fighting together, they are almost enemies!"

Baicheng said leisurely: "So, they should be glad that there is no war now."

"The platoon leader!"

"I know, I know." Seeing that Yu Zhengzhen was really angry, Baicheng hurriedly said, "It's only the first day, don't worry, I promise, those three little ducks will be obedient tomorrow."

Yu Zheng asked suspiciously, "Three?"

"Those three children in the compound."

Yu Zheng couldn't believe it, but he still kept silent. After all, Baicheng was the leader and he was the deputy, and he asked for this job. He couldn't turn around and complain to Zhao Lian.

That night, all the recruits in the special class slept like dead pigs, especially Fang Jiang, who was still muttering "Don't run, don't run" in his sleep, which woke up Zhile several times.

After finding out from his dream again, he slipped out of bed and stood in front of Fang Jiang's bed like a ghost for a while, until a sock hit him on the back of the head.Looking back, Baicheng was hooking his fingers at him on the bed, and was photographed as soon as he ran over: "Sleep!"

Zhile hesitated for a while, and for the first time did not obey, but whispered: "I can't sleep."

"Why can't you sleep?"

"do not know."

After observing Zhile's expression for a while, it should be the truth.Bai Cheng thought about it, took off his clothes and put them on the pillow, stuffed them over and said, "Hold this to sleep."

In a daze, Zhile climbed back to the upper bunk with the pillow, strange to say, hugging the pillow with the body temperature of Baicheng, he quickly fell asleep peacefully.

The next day, before dawn and the wake-up whistle did not sound, there was movement in the dormitory of the special class.

Fang Jiang woke up early in the morning, turned his head and stared at Zhile's bed board, wishing to turn his eyes into laser guns and pierce ten or eight holes on the board.The muscles all over his body were so sore, as if they had been kneaded by someone, it was extremely uncomfortable.

Zhile woke up when Fang Jiang looked over. His years of fleeing made him extremely sensitive to sight, and he could feel a strange feeling even behind his back.He opened his eyes and looked around, didn't move, pretending to be asleep.Although I don't quite understand the concept of "comrades in arms", anyway, I think these people will not threaten his life, just like last night, he was not allowed to threaten the lives of others in the defeated city.

Is this an act of mutual restraint?

Before Zhile could figure it out, the Baicheng on the lower bunk made a movement, and from Zhile's perspective, he saw Baicheng showing a head, and quietly stretched it out, patted his shoulder, and lowered his voice, "Are you awake? "

Zhile nodded.

"Get up when you wake up, let's start a small stove, you have to be the best in the class, don't lose to others, don't embarrass me!" This sentence was very loud in Baicheng.

Zhile is unclear, so: Aren't you a comrade-in-arms?Why are you competing again?

However, he didn't ask any more questions, and got up quickly.

Only then did Baicheng realize that a corner of the pillow was exposed from Zhile's quilt, and his clothes were still wrapped on it, he couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand and flicked Zhile's forehead, and lowered his voice: "I used to hold you too Papa’s clothes to sleep in?”

Zhile tilted her head and said, "I had it when I was a child, but when I grow up, I don't want it anymore."

"Then why couldn't you sleep last night?"

Zhile was also at a loss, frowning: "I don't know."

"It doesn't matter, don't think about it if you don't know, you are still young." After a pause, he heard a sound from Nanpu's bunk, and Baicheng laughed lewdly again, "So, you must not lose to other brothers in the class, understand? ?”

Zhile looked puzzled: "Aren't they comrades in arms?"

"For example, you and Dad are also comrades-in-arms, but don't you usually have contests?"

Zhile suddenly realized: "Treat them all as fathers?"

Baicheng was making the bed, when he heard the words, he got up quickly, bumped his head against the bed board, covered his head and grinned: "They are your brother at best!"

"Then are you my father?"

Baicheng anger: "Why are you so obsessed with recognizing a father?"

Zhile pursed her lips, lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes trembling.

Baicheng scratched his head helplessly, and said, "Yes, yes, little ancestor, I am your father."

Zhile pursed her lips even more fiercely: "Daddy is my daddy, you are my little daddy."

"All right, all right, I'm little daddy, but you can only call me that when we're both together, understand?"

Only then did Zhile turn from sadness to joy, her small teeth were extraordinarily white against the chocolate skin.

"Get up quickly, let's start a small stove!"

Zhile asked while getting dressed, "What is Xiaozao?"

"that is……"

Before the words fell, a hoarse voice sounded: "It's not fair, platoon leader, you are biased!"

Baicheng put away his evil smile, turned around, and said calmly: "Where am I biased?"

Fang Jiang gritted his teeth and said: "Why do you only give him a small treatment?"

"You don't think we're going to have an extra meal, do you? We're going to exercise!" Bai Cheng pretended to be surprised, "You want to follow the hardships? It's so cold, why don't you sleep more? You Are you okay?"

"You are the only one who is sick!" Fang Jiang immediately uttered evil words, "You hope that I will not be able to beat him for the rest of my life, right? You did it on purpose! Let me tell you, if you dare to treat him alone, I will..."

"How about you?"

Fang Jiang stared, opened his mouth, blushed so much that he could not speak: "I, I will file a complaint!"

As soon as the words came out, his face turned even redder.

The kids in their yard always teased him about "Daddy's baby egg" because he always said "I'll sue my dad" when he was a child.Later, after being ridiculed several times, this sentence became his forbidden sentence, and he disdained any words related to "complaint".At this time, Baicheng forced him to complain in person, which shows how exciting the "chasing battle" last night was.

"To whom?"

"Don't worry about it, anyway, take it or not!"

Baicheng pretended to sigh and said, "Okay, I'm afraid of you, come if you want to come, go!"

"Wait, you can't pull my brother down!"

Fang Jiang was really loyal, woke up the little boy and Wei Guang, and called the troublemaker.

The little boy woke up early, and could clearly hear the conversation between the two of them on the bed.He wasn't Fang Jiang, he knew in his heart that Baicheng deliberately provoked people.But when Fang Jiang called out, he didn't dare to disobey, he got up reluctantly with his lips pursed, and put on his clothes tremblingly.

The good guy is simple and straightforward: "Open a small stove? What small stove? It seems very interesting, I will come too!"

The mischievous face rushed in, as if he was deeply asleep, Fang Jiang shook him a few times, but he gave up when he didn't wake up.

Baicheng took all this into consideration, smiled slightly, and shouted at the top of his voice: "The platoon leader will open a small stove for extra training, is there anyone who wants to come? I will teach you and you will be the best!"

Fang Jiang unceremoniously complained a few words about the "TV shopping" slogan, and the little boy smiled dryly with a frowning face, only Wei Guang cooperated vigorously: "Platoon leader, have a piece!"

For a while, everyone in the dormitory woke up.

On the first day of training, the recruits didn't dare to be negligent, and they didn't know what to do. Now that the platoon leader has spoken, let's get up.In the midst of the busy schedule, only the troublemaker slept soundly, which was extremely eye-catching.

The sound of the conversation had already awakened the vigilant Yu Zheng. He was a smart man, and he could hear the mystery as soon as he heard it, and he was secretly funny.The soldiers were all awake, and his lieutenants couldn't sleep well, so they got up too.

After a while, only the troublemaker was left in the empty dormitory, quite cold.He poked his head out from under the quilt, glanced at the other empty berths, cursed bitterly, pulled the quilt, retracted and closed his eyes.