"Cultivating an Army" Wilder Army Dad

"I'm going to give Fang Jiang a new quilt."

"No need." Bai Cheng raised his eyebrows, "I'll change it for him tomorrow."

Yu Zheng was taken aback: "You don't need to do this?"

"Do you think he really intends to sleep on the wet quilt?"

When Baicheng asked, Yu Zheng's heart moved, he glanced through the crack of the door, and found Fang Jiang sitting on the bed, and glanced at the door from time to time, as if he was expecting something.

"You mean, he did it on purpose?"

"He shouldn't have thought of it." Baicheng took out a pack of cigarettes, thought about it, and stuffed it back, "However, there are people around him who can think of it. Do you think these three big courtyard boys and soldiers are very interesting? Jiang is the overlord, taking care of his mindlessness and unhappiness, Lu Qi is a dog-headed military advisor, and Wei Guang is a bastard who charges into battle, isn't it fun?"

Yu Zheng rolled his eyes: "Platoon leader, what should I do if something goes wrong after sleeping with the wet quilt all night?"

"It's none of my business to sleep wrong?" Bai Chengyi said in an irresponsible tone, "I didn't tell them to sprinkle water."

"But……"

"Okay." Bai Cheng compared the watch on his wrist, "It's time to eat."

There are always many things in the army that Zhile doesn't understand. For example, when it's time to eat, they don't go directly to eat, but stand at the door of a "canteen" and start singing.

Why do you sing when you eat?And whoever sings loudest will eat first?Totally illogical!Incomprehensible!Soldiers, aren't they supposed to fight?It's fighting like Dad, but what kind of fighting is it like now?Does singing count as fighting?What are you fighting for?

Zhi Le stood at the entrance of the cafeteria with a straight face, staring at Bai Cheng's straight figure standing beside him, expecting "Little Daddy" to explain, but unfortunately, what he was waiting for was Yu Zheng's order.

"Army within an army, prepare to—"

"Wait a minute." Baicheng finally spoke. He looked inside the cafeteria and asked, "It's a pig. Did you sing last night?"

"Sing it!" Wo Shizhu's voice was still very powerful in this occasion where howls kept coming and going.

"What was the chief cook's reaction?"

"He said I don't want to have a hot meal in the future!"

"Very good!" Bai Cheng was full of ambition, "You sang the Internationale last night, right?"

"Yes!"

"Yu Zheng, the Internationale, let's start!" Baicheng felt something out of his pocket, stuffed it into his ear, and said loudly, "Sing with momentum, if anyone can't sing, I'll let 'It's a pig' give it to you today." Let's hold a concert tonight alone!"

"Report!" The voice came from the troublemaker who finally couldn't help it. Seeing a good classic tradition being ruined like this, his heart was burning with anger.

Lost City didn't know whether it was intentional or not, so it just ignored it and shouted: "The Internationale, prepare to sing!"

An astonishing howl appeared at the entrance of the cafeteria. Many recruits were so frightened that their legs softened, and some veterans who were "battlefield-tested" were also taken aback.The classes that were closer to the special class only felt a powerful sonic attack rushing towards their faces, making their ears buzzing, and they all took a step back and covered their ears in unison.

This shocking "power" quickly attracted people in the cafeteria, and some veterans and cooking soldiers ran out. The cooking squad leader wore a white hat, danced a big spoon and killed him directly, furious: "It's you again!" You little bastard! I sang so badly last night that I couldn't even wash the dishes! Damn, you still sing..."

It's a pity that the cooking squad leader's scolding was completely covered under the sonic attack, and no one heard it at all.

The Internationale was sung quickly, and the ten recruits in the special class, including Zhile, all experienced dizziness to varying degrees except for Wo Shizhu.

Baicheng slowly took out two rolls of toilet paper from his ears, and said to Zhengdao, "How is it?"

Yu Zheng replied very calmly: "We can go to eat now."

Bai Cheng looked at Yu Zheng in surprise: "Did you not stuff the paper?"

Yu Zheng rolled his eyes more and more proficiently: "No."

Baicheng raised a thumbs up: "Strong! It's the pig whose voice is decibel. He should definitely go to the curse meeting."

Yu Zheng glanced at Baicheng sideways, and felt that this guy seemed to have a lot of knowledge, but why did he always have strange knowledge?

He said, "Platoon leader, you recruited just for this snail's time pearl?"

"No." Baicheng stepped forward, "I recruited for his name."

"name?"

"Yeah." Baicheng said seriously, "Don't you think my name is less conspicuous with him around?"

"..."

Yu Zheng said silently in his heart: But, your name is in the column of platoon leader and squad leader, much more conspicuous than a recruit.

Yu Zheng obediently did not say these words.

The special squad marched into the cafeteria amidst envious and contemptuous eyes. Before Zhile sat down, she still felt that what the soldiers did just now was like idiots.

When everyone had a box of lunch in front of them, they picked up their chopsticks and began to eat. Zhile looked around and saw that there was no spoon, so he decisively stretched out his "magic claws".

"Snapped!"

Baicheng stretched out his chopsticks very quickly and hit Zhile's hand, and said sternly: "Use chopsticks!"

Zhile snorted, curled her lips, and picked up the chopsticks clumsily.It's a pity that chopstick kung fu is not a day's work. He tried it for a long time, and his fingers almost twisted, but he still couldn't complete this "difficult" task. In the end, he had to stare at Baicheng with a bitter face.

Baicheng pretended not to see it, anyway, it doesn't matter if the kid is hungry.

Yu Zheng couldn't stand it any longer, and asked, "Zhile, why don't you eat?"

"Can't use chopsticks."

Yu Zheng was stunned for a moment, and said, "Where is the spoon?"

"Yes." Zhile said pitifully, "but there is no spoon."

Yu Zheng took a glance, and suddenly found that there were two spoons on Baicheng's plate.

"Platoon leader."

"He can't eat with a spoon for the rest of his life."

"It's not a matter of principle."

Yu Zheng glared, and wanted to get the spoon, but Bai Cheng cupped it with his hands, hiding back and forth, determined not to give it.In desperation, he gave Chiraku his spoon.

With the spoon, the meals in front of Zhile's eyes were reduced at a crazy speed.

The "conspiracy" of the defeated city failed, and was unhappy. After thinking for a few seconds, he yelled: "Everyone in the special class, you have 30 seconds left for your meal time! Whoever can't finish eating, run 3 minutes before the class!" kilometer!"

As soon as the recruits heard it, the sound of bowls and chopsticks immediately became hurried.

Zhile was very straightforward, picked up the bowl, opened his mouth and poured it with his head up. After a while, he licked the rice grains off his face, and the battle was over!

The special class became famous.

All recruits know that the special class is a bunch of weirdos.

In the course of a meal, they met "a pig with a loud voice" and a "monkey without a throat". The very white one cried once, and there was another idiot who ate other people's food openly and aboveboard, and laughed at people when he was caught!

The rest of the members, unexpectedly, all had a familiar expression, buried their heads in eating, and didn't say a word.

Most importantly, because of the order given by the squad leader of the special squad, the other squad leaders followed suit, and the time was getting shorter and shorter. Most of the other recruits were forced to run a 1-kilometer before going to the exercises.What's even worse is that, as the culprit, no one in the special class ran extra, because they all ate within 30 seconds.

The recruits all complained about their squad leader: He ate a lot in 30 seconds, and we only started eating you for 30 seconds. It’s not enough time to cut off your head and pour it down!

On the contrary, the squad leaders are in a more balanced mood: the special class is basically a thorny class, and a group of difficult guys are stuffed in, which is pretty good, let the foreign major worry about it, we'd better bring Guaibao .

After the three distinctive "activities" of morning exercises, housekeeping, and meals, Zhile has already developed a strong sense of resistance to this barracks.

There are too many things he doesn't understand, too many things he can't understand, this place is different from what he imagined.That's not what Dad did, and he'd never seen any of those amazing people do it.

How can you become great by doing these things?

In the following class exercises, Zhile's doubts reached their peak.

For the first time in class exercises for recruits, there is no doubt that they stand in line.

Everyone stands in a straight line, looks at the same level, takes a rest, stands still, then looks forward and stands upright.

Yu Zheng walked up and down, reminding him of his transformation from time to time.Seeing Woshizhu's round "O"-shaped legs, he skillfully took out a wooden plank, and tied cloth strips between Woshizhu's legs in circles, with such force that Woshizhu made a painful sound from time to time. Called, covering the entire playground.

A rural soldier is eight feet away, and bricks are placed on both sides.

Wei Guang stretched his back and tied his chest with wooden slats.

Fang Jiang tilted his head and pinned thumbtacks to his neckline.

Yu Zheng looked at the pin on Baicheng, and whispered, "Is it necessary?"

Bai Cheng glanced at Yu Zheng and shouted, "Fang Jiang!"

"To!"

"Do you want to beat Zhile?"

"Think!" Fang Jiang shouted loudly.

"Think you've won everything?"

"miss you!"

"Okay." Baicheng stuck a few more thumbtacks.

After a while, Fang Jiang was stabbed twice in a row, and two small blood holes appeared in his chin. However, not only did he not complain of pain, but he looked proud instead.

Baicheng said to Zhengdao: "Look, half a child is like this, very stubborn."

Yu Zheng shook his head helplessly, turned to look at the others, and suddenly found that Zhile was posing in a strange posture at the side of the line.

He was hunchbacked, his back was hunched, his neck was stretched forward, his hands were hanging down at his waist, his eyes were staring ahead, his knees were still bent, and he seemed to be about to rush forward.

"Platoon leader." Yu Zheng winked at Baicheng.

Baicheng looked along, and saw Chiraku's strange movements at a glance.He walked over and said sternly and slowly: "Stand up straight!"

Zhile stood up straight, and after a few minutes, she resumed her strange posture.

Baicheng still said softly: "Zhile, stand up straight."

Zhile frowned and said, "Report."

"Say."

"Standing up is uncomfortable."

"If you don't stand up straight, you won't grow taller." Baicheng said in a coaxing tone, "Besides, you are a soldier. You are standing in line, so you must stand up straight!"

"I don't want to." Zhile puffed her mouth, very unhappy, "It's too conspicuous."

"At this time, it is not a question of conspicuousness, but a question of obeying orders." Baicheng raised his voice, "Are you wondering why you stand in line?"

No one spoke, ten pairs of eyes looked at the defeated city together.

"Gu Jian, explain why you have to stand in line!"

The troublemaker was taken aback for a moment, with a look of disdain in his eyes.In his opinion, Baicheng is simply a soldier. He must not even know why he stood in the queue, so he was asked to explain!