"Cultivating an Army" Wilder Army Dad

Yu Zheng's heart skipped a beat at that moment, and he said, "It's broken, it's broken, something happened!"

As soon as he stepped on the brakes, before he even had time to pull the handbrake, Yu Zheng jumped out of the driver's cab, counting heads while running, and lost his head when he counted—one less!His head grew bigger with a buzzing sound, and after seeing which one was missing, he shouted loudly, "Where's Zhile?"

It's okay if you don't shout, but when you shout, the recruits immediately cry louder, as if they are dead.

Yu Zheng was so anxious that his eyes turned black, and before he almost fainted, Bai Cheng finally said, "Why are you crying, I'm not dead, Zhile is here with me!"

"Injured?" Yu Zheng finally caught sight of Zhi Le on Bai Cheng's back, hurried over, and said anxiously, "Are you alright?"

"It's okay, just a little injury to my hand." Baicheng said in a low tone, "It's nothing serious."

Yu Zheng's heart finally fell back into his chest, panting and complaining: "Platoon leader, you are too messy! Look at what Zhile's hands are like! Even if you are educating recruits, you don't have to do this, right? .”

As he was talking, Yu Zheng realized that something was wrong. According to the past, the defeated city would have been thrown back with a lot of nonsense, but now he kept silent behind Zhile's back.Although the other recruits suppressed their crying, they also looked dejected, as if they had been slapped in the face.

What's the matter?

"It'll be fine." Seeing Yu Zheng's complexion, Bai Cheng said, "We all understand something."

Yu Zheng had a look of disbelief, but he didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand to pick up Zhile, but was let by Baicheng.

"Platoon leader, I can go by myself."

Zhile was only emotionally excited for a while, and he used too much force, so he didn't regain his strength.After being on the back of the defeated city for so long, except for the pain in his fingers, he is fine. In terms of physical strength, he is much better than other recruits.

"It's okay, I'll carry you on my back." Baicheng lifted Zhile up and said in a low voice, "Little daddy made a mistake, it doesn't matter if you get punished."

Zhile hummed, and wrapped his arms around Baicheng's neck.

He felt that his father's back was generous and warm, just like his father when he was a child, but it was a pity that his father never carried him on his back after he grew up.

It doesn't matter, I still have my little dad, Zhile thought, and buried her face in Baicheng's shoulder.

It was already dark after Yu Zheng pulled a group of people back to the barracks, and it was already past meal time. He arranged for the recruits to eat and was called by Zhao Bin to ask about the training.

He groaned for a long time and said, "I think this training is very meaningful!"

"What's the point?"

"I don't know, but the platoon leader said he was wrong."

Zhao Bin shook his hand while drinking water, his eyes widened, and he blurted out: "Damn it, the instructor actually said he was wrong?" As soon as the words came out, he realized that he had lost his dignity, cleared his throat, and said, "Is nothing wrong?"

"No."

Yu Zheng concealed Zhile's injury, and the army has repeatedly emphasized the safety of training. There have been troublemakers before, and any more defeats will definitely be questioned.It's not like Zhao Bin is covering the sky with one hand. The battalion commander and instructors are watching, and other officials are also dissatisfied with Baicheng.

When Yu Zheng was "tortured" by Zhao Bin, Bai Cheng was checking Zhi Le's wounds.Cleaned the nails that fell off, checked for scrapes and sprains, fortunately he stopped it early, it was not a serious problem.

Baicheng's cleaning action is very gentle, just like treating a baby, asking while washing: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Zhile quickly shook her head.

Bai Cheng nodded: "Are you angry with Daddy?"

"Don't be angry, little dad is doing it for my own good."

Baicheng had a sore nose, sighed, and touched Zhile's bristly head: "You..." I wanted to say something, but there were some things I couldn't say, so I changed my words, "Not tonight Literate, go to bed early."

After a long time, Zhile's hesitant voice came: "Little Daddy, I'm not tired."

Baicheng raised his head, looked at Zhile's timid expression, smiled, and said, "Okay, then you don't have to write tonight, just read."

When the recruits came back after eating, they saw Zhile sitting on the bed, cross-legged and reading a book on his lap.

Sima Shan gave the sick meal to Baicheng, looked at Zhile's red and purple hands, took the spoon and said, "Let me feed you." When he said this, a group of recruits expressed regret The look - why didn't I think of it earlier!

The recruits all wanted to do something for Zhile, but they didn't know what to do. Now that Sima Shan snatched a good job, they all beat their chests and regretted not taking the first step.

Zhile glanced at Baicheng, and obediently ate when she saw nothing.Sima Shan watched Zhile eat it with big mouthfuls, and looked at him with big watery eyes after taking a bite, and suddenly had the illusion of keeping a pet, and he was very happy to feed it.

After eating, the other recruits looked at each other and came up to ask questions.Zhile will answer every question, and will always say "don't know" if he can't answer.Someone looked at his books and asked, "Do you like reading these books?"

Zhile shook her head: "The platoon leader taught me how to read."

A group of people were taken aback: "Are you illiterate?"

Zhile didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, and aimed directly at the defeated city.Baicheng had discovered it long ago, but pretended not to see it. He couldn't keep Zhile under his wings for the rest of his life. He had to let Xiaoying learn to fly with others.

"I don't know." Zhile couldn't get Baicheng's instructions, so he had to bite the bullet and answer.

The recruits looked at each other, and in the next second, the little boy said first: "Let me teach you how to read!"

After saying this, many people clamored to teach Zhile how to read.

In the past, they felt that Zhile was not in the same line. If they knew that Zhile was illiterate, they would probably feel that they were "going through the back door."

Standing from a different angle, you see things differently.

As a result, in one night, ten heads crowded together, the book was not read much, there was a lot of trouble, a lot of embarrassing things were said, and there were also many unexpected discoveries.

The highest-educated student in the class is actually Wo Shizhu, a rural soldier from a wealthy family. After passing the exam, he kept his student status and signed up to join the army while his family was away.

Hearing this, Fang Jiang reflexively scolded: "You are stupid! You are already in college, and your family has money, and you still come to serve as a soldier to endure hardship?"

"I just want to be a soldier!" Wo Shizhu said disapprovingly.

The little boy was surprised: "Why do you want to be a soldier?"

Wo Shizhu said excitedly: "When I was a child, my home was flooded, and the water flooded to the roof. But when I saw the man in the military uniform, my parents laughed and cried like crazy, saying that we were saved. At that time, I thought, I will also be such a person in the future. Moreover, I have an older brother and my family has no financial burden. If there is a war one day, I can go to the front line without any worries!"

Fang Jiang chuckled: "You are the only one still on the front line?"

Wo Shizhu blushed, stood up suddenly with his legs together and stood still, and roared: "Although I may not be able to fight, I will be ready to sacrifice at any time!" After speaking, he rubbed his head and smiled embarrassedly, "I am the Chinese People's Liberation Army. I haven't realized this yet. What kind of soldier should I be?"

Wo Shizhu has always been the weakest in physical fitness in the special class. In the past, when he gave a small exercise, the others in the special class always looked at it as a joke, because he worked so hard, and he was still the last one, plus his name With a simple and honest personality, naturally few people take him seriously.

Now, the recruits looked at him with less contempt and more respect.

"Okay, from today onwards you will be teaching knowledge and music culture classes." The little boy took the opportunity to say.