Xiaobing Fang Heng

Fang Heng closed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth a little bit, smiled, then rolled over and fell on Yang Yi's body, staring at him: "So you are encouraging me to follow the crowd, aren't you?"

"Of course not." Yang Yi looked deeply at Fang Heng's face that was close at hand, revealing the dimples at the corners of his mouth a little bit, "You should adapt to the current environment first, and then think about what to do when the right time comes. Do it. Fang Heng... You don't want to think too far, it's not bad, but I like your current attitude towards life, there is no pressure, every step starts from your own heart, and you live happily."

Fang Heng's face suddenly became hot, he opened his mouth and bit Yang Yi's nose, turned over and got out of bed: "Eat."

"Hey!" Yang Yi leaned over and grabbed Fang Heng's wrist: "I am very envious of your attitude towards life, you don't need to change it, that's fine."

Fang Heng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "I don't envy you at all, you're too tired."

Yang Yi shrugged and sat up cross-legged: "Do you want to take a bath?"

"No, I'm starving to death, hurry up, I'm treating guests today, I saw a skewer at the door before."

"That one doesn't taste good."

"Really?"

"I'll take you to another house, it's not far away, the smell can be dealt with."

"Then hurry up! The skewers you ate in Kunming in the past two years are called skewers!! If you want to eat hot pot, you can still get Chongqing!" Fang Heng hurriedly got up and put on his pants, but the pants were only half worn, and Yang Yi hugged him from behind and bit his butt hard. Fang Heng screamed in pain and kicked Yang Yi out of bed with his backhand.

The two laughed "haha", and after arguing for a while, they remembered the business and went downstairs together.

After eating skewers, Yang Yi first sent Fang Heng back to the hotel, and then rushed back to the company with a smell of hot pot for late roll call.

As soon as he sent him away, Fang Heng became excited. Besides, he was a small officer, but he was an officer after all. Even if he didn't care about his two-year military school life, he was still looking forward to the day when he would graduate and stand on the post. Tomorrow... …Tomorrow, all these years of anticipation will be fulfilled! !

Early the next morning, Fang Heng put on his regular clothes, tidied himself up, and waited energetically downstairs in the office early. The officer in charge of the army was stunned when he saw him at work in the morning, and then smiled and led him to him. building.

Fang Heng's general direction has been set, but which company he will be assigned to is a problem, but compared to letting him enter the agency, the grassroots work is naturally better arranged. After Fang Heng left yesterday, the director held a small meeting again, and several people discussed it. After a while, the place was decided. Today, I wanted to talk to the receiving unit first, but I didn't expect the person to come early.

So, Fang Heng went to the office and sat down, then called the receiving unit and made a final decision in a few words. Fang Heng got his appointment letter around 9:[-], thanked him and went downstairs.

While in the car, Fang Heng called Yang Yi again to confirm the situation.

The field regiment, the infantry regiment attached to the armored brigade, he and Yang Yi were in the same regiment, but not in the same battalion. Strictly speaking, Yang Yi's regiment had heavier tasks than them.

Along the way, he talked with Yang Yi on the phone for a long time, telling him the history of the regiment, calling to ask which company commander he went to, and talking about the environment and personnel relations in the regiment. Long-winded, typical Yang Yi style.

But no matter how wordy it was, Fang Heng listened carefully. He could tell what was useful to him. Besides, he also wanted to know in advance.The only thing I don't like is that Yang Yi repeatedly told him to keep a low profile, as if he was looking for fights every day.

After so many years, Fang Heng felt that his temper had long been restrained a lot. Most importantly, it was impossible for him to let his temper prevail in a place like the army where discipline was paramount.

When we arrived at the camp, it was clean, tidy, and lush green just like the old military area.

This is the characteristic of the army. Fang Heng was shocked when he first joined the army, but after a long time, he got used to this kind of environment. Even the military academy has this kind of atmosphere, which is no surprise.

When he arrived at the office to report, the director simply arranged for a junior officer to take him to the company.

The little officer didn't know whether his mouth was broken or he was instructed, and he kept chirping all the way: "...I was talking about the history of the regiment before, now let's talk about your company, the company commander's surname is Hong, Hong Biao, he is very straightforward and nice What we get along with is that the platoon leader in the company is temporarily full. We have to wait until the end of the year. The second platoon leader has decided to change jobs at the end of this year. When you go, just follow him. First, get familiar with the operation of the company and the soldiers, and then a little bit, Hand over slowly, and you will be officially promoted next year."

Fang Heng smiled and nodded: "Well, I see, I will pay attention."

"Hey, that's right." The little officer slowed down, and his eyes fell on Fang Heng's face: "Are you sure you are really 22?"

"Xu Sui 23." Fang Heng's smile became even sweeter.

The little officer touched the back of his head and walked away. He glanced at Fang Heng several times along the way. Fang Heng pretended not to know, and looked left and right all the way to get familiar with the environment.

On the way, Yang Yi called again, and Fang Heng went to the side to answer the phone, scolding him for being his own child, right?Is it necessary to worry so much?

Yang Yi smiled and hung up the phone.

The camp conditions of the field army are not as good as those of the reconnaissance battalion. There is no doubt about this, after all, the number and quality of the arms are different.The dormitory area here is still the old barracks before the reconstruction. The two-story small building is one-way and very long. It seems that there should be a company on the first floor. There are a total of seven dormitory buildings, three of which are side by side and face the gate. There are two rows on each side, which surround two playgrounds the size of basketball courts in a "concave" shape.

However, compared with Xinying District, there is one advantage here. The vegetation is very luxuriant. It is not the same pines and cypresses, but there are all kinds of trees that cannot be named.

The dormitory area is very quiet. The soldiers should be studying and training at this point. Occasionally, the footsteps of two soldiers are slow and leisurely, which looks very leisurely.

The little officer took Fang Heng straight to the company commander's office. As soon as he entered the door and saw the person clearly, he smiled and said, "Hong Lian, it's a good thing you are in the office, otherwise I don't know where to find you."

Hong Biao's appearance is not worthy of his name, he looks a little thin, especially his face is very long. When he stood up, Fang Heng found that he was not even taller than himself, and his eyebrows and eyes were long...how should I put it?A little anxious?Looks like someone in their 40s.Fang Heng clearly remembered that Yang Yi told him that Hong Lian was only in his early 30s.

Hong Lian glanced at Fang Henglian, slightly surprised, and then said with a hearty smile: "Ah! This is a new college student, right? Fang Heng? Right? Welcome!"

Fang Heng rushed forward to shake hands, smiled blindly, and said repeatedly: "Hi Hong Lian, I am Fang Heng, your voice is really powerful."

Hong Lian laughed with a hearty "haha": "The soldiers from the reconnaissance battalion are capable! Good, very good."

Fang Heng touched the back of his neck and smiled a little more.

After exchanging pleasantries, Hong Biao asked Fang Heng to sit down first, turned around and dialed a few phone numbers: "Xiao Jin, tell your platoon leader to come to my place." Then he hung up the phone and looked at Fang Heng: "Wait for Bohong to come over, Take you to the dormitory, and get familiar with the environment, Bohong, Sun Bohong, the second platoon leader, will change jobs at the end of this year, and you just fill his vacancy."

"Yes!" Fang Heng stood up and stood at attention.

Hong Biao hurriedly waved his hands: "Sit down, relax, don't be so nervous. This place is no different from the reconnaissance camp. The pace of learning and training of the soldiers is a little slower, and there are not so many talking points. You can definitely get started quickly."

"Yes!" Fang Heng nodded hastily.

Hong Biao said some more words, and soon a young officer came in at the door. He was not tall, and his appearance belonged to the ordinary category. Fang Heng's face.

"Come on, let me introduce Fang Heng, who just graduated from the military academy and was originally a soldier in our army's reconnaissance battalion." Hong Biao stood up and introduced. Fang Heng also stood up hastily, and stretched out his hand with a smile on his face.

After introducing each other, Hong Biao explained a few more words, and let Sun Bohong take Fang Heng away.

Sun Bohong's voice is very clear, which is the only bright spot that Fang Heng can find from the external conditions, but compared to Fang Heng's opinion of them, both Hong Biao and Sun Bohong are a little curious about Fang Heng's face.

Fang Heng has a baby face, which has been said since he was a child. Some people like it, and some think he is a mother. Especially when he is in the army, his face is even smaller among those strong men.Baby faces all have a standard, delicate, well-behaved and even beautiful.No matter how short Fang Heng's hair was cut, no matter how low the brim of his hat was, no matter how sharp his eyes were, no matter how fierce his aura was, they could not conceal the fact that others looked down on him.

Different people have different opinions about the eye edge. Yang Yi had a bad first impression of him, but Sun Bohong had a very good impression of him. He spoke patiently and friendly all the way, and Fang Heng responded obediently. Sun Bohong even spoke softly. Unbelievable, there is a feeling of facing a child.

Fang Heng was used to being treated like this, so he didn't think it was a problem, but later he found out from the soldiers that Sun Bohong was a little nervous, cough!Of course it’s not crazy, but it’s not very reliable in speaking and doing things, and the mood swings are very large, and the volume can be raised an octave while talking, sharp and scary.

Fang Heng thought, perhaps it was because of this that Sun Bohong was eager to change jobs after only two years of graduating from the military academy?

For the next few days, Fang Heng was very busy, getting to know the new environment, getting to know the soldiers in the company, understanding the operating environment of the company and the duties of the platoon leader. He didn't get a vacation for more than a month, let alone go to Yang Yi's dormitory. I can only make a phone call occasionally to talk about the current situation.

For Fang Heng, Hong Biao is neither satisfied nor dissatisfied. There is not much bright spot, but the work is good, and he has just come here, and he is very active in doing things. It is the time to compete for performance, and it is not accurate to judge now.

The only thing that gave Hong Biao a headache was that Fang Heng was a little unconvincing. Maybe it had something to do with his appearance. The recruits in the company were alright, but the veterans were not very convincing. Turning his head around where he couldn't see, he still didn't see Fang Heng as the quasi-platoon leader.

However, Fang Heng is very calm about this. Perhaps it has something to do with Yang Yi's influence. When he was in the reconnaissance company, he discovered that Yang Yi first became brothers with the soldiers. , naturally became everyone's favorite platoon leader.

The Great Wall wasn't built in a day, and Fang Heng was not in a hurry to eat food one bite at a time, but there was a veteran among them that made him a little upset.

There is a squad leader in the fifth squad of the second row, whose surname is Bei, and his name is Bei Ming. He is a second-level non-commissioned officer. For example, Evergrande is two years old. He feels a little annoying.

It was fine before, all was well. At the end of the year, Sun Bohong changed his job, Fang Heng was officially promoted to platoon leader, and he had more opportunities to contact Bei Ming. Only then did Fang Heng realize how difficult it was to carry out his work.

For example, the company commander arranged for them to line up the ditch outside the yard, he called the old squad leaders, and honestly went back to call for people, and walked down lazily. The second-level non-commissioned officer in the squad, the squad leader Bei Mingbei, must have nodded with a smile, and the soldiers and the squad gathered together to make fun of Fang Heng, but the engineer shovel in his hand did not dig for a minute. .

If Fang Heng started to roar in a hurry, the smile on the other side must have become more joyful. When Bei Ming came to him, he ran to him and pressed his head, saying, "What's the matter? Why don't you do it? Anyway, the company commander doesn't care. Didn’t say the time, so we’re done today, right?”

Then a vicious circle came out. Seeing the jokes here, the workers simply slowed down and chatted with each other sentence by sentence.

Fang Heng could only puff his cheeks and get angry, rolled up his sleeves, and worked hard by himself.