"Cultivating an Army" Wilder Army Dad

Baicheng straightened his back unconsciously the moment he saw Nanmo.Nanmo is his friend, boss, and one of the reasons why he came here.The appearance of Nan Mo immediately reminded him of many things.Zhao Bin went out knowingly, and when he saw the door closed, he couldn't wait to ask: "Captain, are you calling me back?"

"No, I'm out on business, I'll pass by your place, and I'll take a look."

Baicheng was somewhat skeptical about this statement, but did not ask further questions.

Nan Mo took off his hat and slowly put it on the table. After a moment of silence, he said with a bit of fatigue: "Shi Peng died."

Baicheng didn't expect to hear such news. After being startled for a while, his heart was immediately clouded.

Shi Peng is the squadron leader of the third team, and his relationship with him cannot be said to be fatal, but there are also many friendships that should be there.Although they were soldiers who were ready to sacrifice at any time, it was still a bit unacceptable to hear their comrades leave suddenly.

However, Baicheng was no longer the brat he used to be. He didn't rush to ask. Besides, Nan Mo didn't come all the way to report the process to him.He hesitated, took out a pack of cigarettes in his pocket and threw one to Nanmo.

The two of them lit up their cigarettes in silence, took a few puffs, and then Bai Cheng asked, "What's going on?"

A squad usually tries to save the commander when they are in action, not because whose life is more precious, but to improve the survival rate of the entire squad.However, no one can tell what happened on the battlefield. Small-scale special operations do not mean that no one will die, and bullets do not distinguish between ranks.

"For the rescuers, one of their soldiers had a sprained ankle. Zhong Peng went back to rescue him, but happened to encounter a cloud bomb, and the two of them didn't even have time to get the body back."

"What mission?"

Nanmo glanced at the door of the house, shook his head, and said only one sentence: "The situation is not stable recently."

Baicheng didn't ask questions, "Don't ask what shouldn't be asked", he is not a member of Qianlong now, so he is not qualified to know these things.

The two smoked very quickly, and the room was filled with smoke after a while.Baicheng observed Nanmo's obscure face hidden behind the blue smoke, his nose sore.

When he entered Qianlong, Nan Mo had just become the team leader, retreated from the front line, full of hostility.At that time, he was still full of vigor and fought against Nan Mo a few times, losing more and winning less, but he gradually convinced the captain.Now, a few years have passed, not long, he is no longer so tough, Nan Mo's still young face has quietly crept up wrinkles, his temper has become more restrained, soft on the outside and strong on the inside.

Over the years, every time Nanmo sent away a sacrificed team member, he would bring a bottle of wine to find Baicheng for a drink.Neither of them dared to get drunk, but when he was half-drunk, he saw Nan Mo rubbing the red corners of his eyes more than once, patting the table and "cursing" the sacrificed comrades.

"Grandma, bear, didn't you say you wanted to give me a souvenir when you came back? Are you asking the brat to give it to me now? Grandma, you are a no-brainer! You come back and give it to me! Come back!"

Nanmo will grow old every time the person who is scolded changes his name.His youth and life were dedicated to the hidden front, and even his feelings were invested in the soldiers under him.Every sacrifice is like taking a piece of flesh from his heart. Even if it hurts, it can't be so painful that people can see it, because he is the supreme commander of Qianlong Brigade, he must be stable.

"Turn me back."

Although he was reluctant to let go of learning and joy, at this moment, Baicheng's desire to go back was so strong.He wants to go back to that place, not only because he wants to do something for Nanmo, but also because his relationship is suffering: his brother is going through life and death, but he is here as a "kindergarten" teacher, although these "children" It will grow later, too, but he can't wait.

"You stay here first." Nanmo sighed, put out the cigarette, and said, "In summer, I was still waiting for you to bring Zhile to see me. How are you, that kid?"

Talking about Zhile, the atmosphere finally became more relaxed. Nanmo could not help but smile when he heard Baicheng's description.Their feelings are like this, restrained and intense, they will never be immersed in low emotions for a long time, and they will not seek comfort everywhere. Compared with words, hard work is more important. "This sentence is not meant to be said.

"He's a good seed!" Nan Mo sighed, "How about it, I have a good eye for soldiers, right?"

"Come on, you!" Baicheng said angrily, "Your eyes have only seen me and Zhile for so many years, and the others, tsk tsk, can't mention it!" It was picked by Nanmo, although there is a relationship in it, but he still made a look of being brooding, just to distract Nanmo's attention.

"Xiong Bing! You are more and more daring to make trouble in front of me!" Nan Mo rolled his eyes, picked up his hat and put it on, "I tell you, if Zhile fails in this summer selection, I will only you It's asking!"

Speaking of this, Bai Cheng's heart moved, and he said: "Not only do I promise to know the past, but I also guarantee that at least five people will reach the flying dragon standard!"

There was a shrewd look in Nanmo's eyes: "Five people? Are you asking me for a quota?"

Baicheng laughed: "Captain, you also know that there are only a few places in each place every year. Rather than bothering to poach corners in the entire military region, you might as well trust my vision, right?"

Nan Mo said with a half-smile: "How can I remember someone once said, 'Poaching corners is also a technical job'! This person seems to approve of poaching corners!"

"I've never heard such a thing!" Baicheng shouted, "Who said that? I'll go back and beat him!"

Nan Mo stared: "Obviously you, Xiong Bing, said it!"

"No!" Bai Cheng said righteously, "I never said that!"

"Okay, the number of places in your group this year is the same as before!"

"Farewell, captain!" Bai Cheng immediately gave in, "I said it! I said it, right? I'll go back and write an inspection! Of course there must be unity and friendship between the ministries, how can they poach corners, right?"

Seeing Baicheng's pitiful and flattering expression, Nanmo held back a smile and gave him a thump, then cast a meaningful look, turned around and opened the door, glared at Zhao Bin who was standing outside the door in a military posture, and left in a hurry up.

Zhao Bin rushed in immediately, pulled Bai Cheng and asked, "Instructor, how are you doing? Are you going to get a quota?"

"What do you want!" Baicheng stared, "I tell you, I never do things through the back door! A quota is a quota, if you don't have the strength, you'll be fucked!"

Zhao Bin paused and realized: "Of course!" After realizing it, he was still a little worried, "However, whether you have the ability or not depends on whether there is a quota for performance, right?"

Baicheng glared at Zhao Bin angrily, and saluted quickly.

This Zhao Bin, even Yu Zheng's shrewdness can't match, no wonder he was pulled back to be the company commander!However, it is good to come back to be a company commander, at least the risk of sacrifice is much smaller.

Thinking of this, Baicheng couldn't help feeling depressed.

Although the meeting with Nan Mo didn't have any clear words, this meeting itself was a warning, which means that he may be transferred back at any time, and he may not last the summer selection at all, which means that he will not have too many days to teach Zhile up.

Baicheng couldn't help but worry: Can Zhile live independently without him?Without him, will Zhile go astray?If he can't wait for the next company, will Zhile be bullied by other soldiers?If he didn't share a piece with the little boys, would Zhile be able to get used to it by himself?

Baicheng suddenly realized that he planned the future for Zhile, but is this future good?Zhile has no discernment, and just responds to him blindly, but the road he chose for Zhile is dangerous and difficult, but he doesn't give Zhile any chance to choose. He even feels that it is because of his existence that deprived Zhile of the power to choose.Thinking about it this way, he felt that it might be a good thing to leave for a while.

Being with Nan Mo added a little trouble to Bai Chengping.

The recruits in the special squad have been cautious recently. Although the platoon leader didn't lose his temper anymore, his gloomy face was more terrifying than before. They would rather beat the city and curse at others.Yu Zheng also asked, but was blocked by Baicheng with "I have learned everything I taught you", and fled in despair.

In this gloomy and heavy atmosphere, the Spring Festival is here.

The recruits were afraid of the new year. Many young men who left their parents for the first time spent more than two months of hard work, and when they encountered this kind of family reunion, they immediately became very homesick.During this period of time, they were not even allowed to make a phone call. Thinking of their parents, many recruits immediately felt red-eyed, lost all thoughts of training, and wanted to go home.At this time, the leader of the troop squad has to make sufficient preparations, coaxing the recruits like an old mother. After coaxing this and that, he is too busy. He is afraid that any recruit will be overwhelmed, and the whole company will not be able to escape. It's over.

Fortunately, festivals in the army are usually very lively, there are many people, and they pay attention to collective actions. When the atmosphere is together, they don't think so much.

Compared with other classes, the handling of the special class is simply the best of the best.When a row of recruits passed by the dormitory of the special class one day, they saw ten recruits sitting in a circle and talking about their families one by one.After talking about this and that, everyone cried faintly, and the emotional type such as the little boy almost fainted from crying.

On the second day, the training of the special class was doubled...

In the evening, there was another "homesickness symposium".This time, the recruits were less motivated because they were too tired.After talking about it, someone actually fell asleep sitting up.

On the third day, the training of the special class was doubled again, and no one could complete it...

The recruits at the symposium in the evening had no impression, and the defeated city had only just started, and they were already snoring.As soon as they heard the shout to end, they all climbed into the bed as if they were pardoned.

On the fourth day, the training content of the special class is to make up for the training that was not completed the previous day...

In the evening, the symposium was canceled under the "dead remonstrance" of the recruits.

Since then, whenever the recruits in the special class see other recruits with red eyes and shouting homesickness, what comes to mind is the terrifying amount of training, and they have no homesick thoughts.

Yu Zheng was very speechless about the means of defeating the city.He is a second-year soldier, and he was still crying last year. This year, he prepared a lot of words to comfort the ducklings with confidence, but all of them were useless at once, and he was very upset.

After Baicheng learned of Yu Zheng's thoughts, he reluctantly agreed to be a training partner for a week.Once practiced as a partner, bruising is unavoidable, every night, he unceremoniously instructs Zhile to rub safflower oil, Zhile's technique has been guided by him several times, the severity is appropriate, and it is extremely comfortable.Except for sometimes rubbing and rubbing and groping around, everything else is fine.

On this day, Baicheng was rubbed half asleep, and suddenly felt two hands on his ribs, and in the next second, those hands slipped to his chest.As soon as he pressed it down, he turned over and sat up, then hit Zhile with a head hammer, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhile covered her forehead and said, "Little Daddy, is your chest hard?"

"Nonsense!" Bai Cheng scolded angrily, "Who has a soft chest!?"

"Fang Jiang said that a woman's chest is soft." Zhile looked puzzled, "Little white face said that a man will be soft if his chest is big. I think your chest muscles are quite thick, so I want to touch them."

Bai Cheng's face was so dark that it couldn't be darker, and when he turned his head, he saw the three-haired boy sneaking out on tiptoe, and roared angrily, "Wei Guang, Fang Jiang, Lu Qi, come here!"

Calmly fined the three men in full armor for 5 kilometers, and when they left howling, Baicheng called Zhile over and said solemnly: "Don't talk to them about this nonsense anymore!"

Zhile lowered her head: "I'm just curious. I was wrong, little dad."

Baicheng is a headache, and Zhile's development has begun in an explosive way. Sexually, he is in the stage of extreme desire, and there is a clear "goal" by his side. It is normal that he cannot control it.He tolerated the occasional physical contact, but he couldn't bear such blatant "sexual harassment". If someone saw it, he didn't know what would happen!

"Lele, before I agree, I'm your family member, understand? If you do this again, don't blame me for punishing you!"

Zhile nodded, and after a while, he hesitated and said, "Can't you touch it at all?"

Bai Cheng simply said: "I can touch you, but you can't touch me!"

"Okay." Zhile lowered her head for a while, and suddenly asked, "Little Daddy, what does home feel like?"

Baicheng was immediately stopped by the question.