"Cultivating an Army" Wilder Army Dad

"Why do you have no discipline in the special class?" The other company cadres slapped the table and shouted. The small conference room was full of smoke, and the smoke was almost invisible. "You three heads and six arms? The other classes are honest Really run, you don’t! Why are you showing off!”

Zhao Bin asked with a serious face, "Baocheng, please explain!"

"It's not my fault." Baicheng said with an innocent face, "I didn't tell them to run away! If you want me to say, these recruits are sick. If they don't want to be comfortable, they have to suffer! There is no way, my soldiers are love. Training, afraid of losing face!"

Even the lungs of the cadres are about to explode!

Isn't this saying the same as "I'm so poor that I have only money left"?Isn't it the same as pointing at other cadres' noses and saying "you are all ashamed"?

The corners of Zhao Bin's mouth twitched. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. He slapped the table with a haughty face and shouted, "Defeated city! Is there any reason for you to be unorganized and disciplined?"

"Yes!" Bai Chengyi straightened up and stood up, "I don't manage my soldiers strictly, I take the responsibility! But, I think my soldiers are right! They have stronger potential, and it is a waste to run only [-] kilometers! They They didn't take up other resources, didn't ask for an extra bullet, didn't ask for an extra piece of land, they just needed a playground! Which recruits painted the walls by themselves after entering the barracks? Did they sleep in a room without windows under zero? They now The only requirement is to be able to run at variable speeds during morning exercises! Is this disorganized and undisciplined? I accept it, but my soldiers refuse to accept it!"

Even the faces of the cadres were all dark, Zhao Bin cleared his throat in embarrassment, and said softly: "Morning exercises are a group activity. If there is extra practice, you can use other time."

"Reporting to the company commander, the rest of the schedule is full!" Baicheng roared loudly, as if deliberately shaking other people's ears, "My soldiers are not here to eat!"

"My soldiers are here to eat!" Finally, a cadre couldn't take it anymore, and slapped the table to challenge, "What do you mean by defeating the city!"

Baicheng said lightly: "Then you also tell your soldiers to run like this, and then see what else they can do after running."

"Run and run!"

"Don't provoke the relationship between comrades-in-arms in the defeated city!"

"Okay!" Zhao Bin saw the situation getting worse and worse, "Baocheng, you are at fault for this matter!"

"Yes!"

"Others, don't make trouble. We set up a special class to select top talents. You are not convinced? Okay, defeat these top talents, you are a special class!"

"Okay, the title will be awarded in another month, let's compete again then." Defeated city is not afraid of death to add fuel to the fire.

"That's it." Zhao Bin made a decision on the spot.

Zhile felt that the troublemaker was very abnormal, no matter what time the troublemaker would stare at him, that look, maybe it was hostile, but it didn't seem to be, or it was friendly, but it didn't seem to be either.If he runs [-] meters, the troublemaker insists on running [-] meters. If he runs for [-] minutes, the troublemaker will run within [-] minutes.However, as soon as he turned his head, he often pestered him to ask for "help", from making quilts to doing laundry.

Zhile didn't understand, so he complained to the defeated city when he was reading at night: "The ancient buildings are not normal."

"Why is it abnormal?" Bai Cheng flipped through the book, "How do you write it normally?"

Zhi Le Ba La Ba La finished writing, and asked again: "He stares at me all day."

"What's the way? Orthography is missing one stroke."

Zhile lowered her head and finished editing, and said, "That's it."

After finishing speaking, Zhile began to stare at Baicheng with wide eyes, the light of the light bulb reflected in the eyeballs, like crystal marbles.Baicheng looked at it for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Zhile's cheek, squeezed it a few times, and sighed: "Finally there is some flesh, not bad."

Zhile was pinched on the cheek, and said softly: "Little Daddy, I think there is something wrong with him!"

Baicheng smiled: "Did you forget that I said that comrades in arms should help each other?"

"Don't forget."

"He stares at you so much because he always helps you, but you don't help him."

Zhile's eyes widened, with an expression of sudden realization: "Is that so?"

Bai Cheng nodded solemnly: "Yes."

"Oh, then I have to help him more, right?"

"Yes! How to write help?"

Zhile lowered her head and began to write.

The next day, when the troublemaker opened his eyes, he found Zhile standing in front of the bed, staring at him seriously and said, "Let me help you make the quilt!"

"..."

On that day, Yu Zheng inspected, only the housekeeping of the troublemaker failed.He gritted his teeth and looked at Zhile, only to find that Zhile was smiling at him.After the morning exercises, Zhile ran very vigorously. Usually, he could occasionally surpass Zhile, but today, he could only follow behind Zhile throughout the whole process.

Yu Zheng looked at it strangely, and asked, "Platoon leader, what happened to Zhile today?"

"What's wrong?"

"Usually he keeps his hands, but today he doesn't seem to keep them."

"Oh, I probably spoiled my stomach from eating last night."

"...platoon leader."

"I really didn't do anything!" Baicheng yelled aggrievedly, "I just told Zhile to help others more!"

"But why don't I feel like it?"

"You think too much." Baicheng responded casually, and then sighed again, "However, it should be Zhizhi Zhile's fault of not helping others. Before the recruits compete, you must train him well. gone."

"Ok?"

A few days later, during the training in the afternoon, when the recruits were standing in a queue extremely bored, Bai Cheng suddenly smiled and said, "Are you tired? Let's play a game!"

The new queens all looked at Baicheng with doubtful eyes. In their eyes, Baicheng was amiable, but they were always full of tricks in training, which made them dizzy.Moreover, the more friendly the smile, the scarier it is to "play"!

At times like this, "those who are not afraid of death" are of course Zhile.

"report!"

"Say!" Seeing Zhile's more and more standard posture of standing at attention, Baicheng smiled authentically.

"I wonder what game it is?"

"It's not difficult, you must like it."

Zhile was full of doubts, Yu Zheng also came up and asked, "Platoon leader, what are you going to do?"

"Playing games." Baicheng was very sad for the class deputy's distrust, "Do you think I will torment them?"

"Yes!"

"Yu Zheng, don't you still want to learn from me?" Bai Chengyu patted Yu Zheng's shoulder earnestly, "Little devil, be smart."

"..."

"Yu Niang", the last line of defense to stop the scum, also retreated, and the poor recruit looked at the defeated city smiling brightly, and felt his hairs stand on end.

When Baicheng was feeling a little sad, Zhile ran over, looked up at him eagerly and shouted: "Report!"

"Say."

Zhile looked around, leaned closer, and said in a low voice, "I know little daddy is doing it for my own good."

Bai Cheng was stunned, reached out and patted Zhi Le's head, and sighed secretly: You are indeed my "good son", my little daddy didn't love you for nothing!