Xiaobing Fang Heng

After everyone checked, an old military doctor held a stick in his hand and drew a circle in the air, "Run around, I didn't say stop or stop, everyone has to touch the wall pillars when they run over there, Here we need to touch the table."

Fang Heng has long been a little confused by these instructions. He ran as soon as he was told to run. This kind of circling would definitely make him dizzy. Let the one behind step on it.

I don't know how long he ran, anyway, Fang Heng started to pant, and in a daze, he knew to follow the one in front of him. He forgot all about touching the walls and tables, so the circle became smaller and smaller. It also proved that he was not the only one who forgot.

Suddenly, there was a loud roar, "Stop! Stop, stop, stop!!"

Fang Heng slammed on the brakes, and before he could stand still, he was hit by someone from behind, and he even hit the person in front with him. About 20 'white chickens' collided together and became a mess.

The people on the army side didn’t say anything, they just wrote it down in their notebooks, and asked everyone to stand in the middle. After the record was finished, the old military doctor explained, “Come here at 8 o’clock tomorrow morning for urine and blood tests, no one is allowed. Have breakfast, all right, dismiss."

The line broke up, and everyone walked to the underwear hanger in a hurry. After running naked for more than 20 minutes, they gradually got used to it. Some people joked while walking, don't take the underwear by mistake.

When someone speaks, someone naturally agrees, and a group of young men yell together, which can be regarded as the establishment of a rudimentary revolutionary friendship.

Going out to the outer room and getting dressed, Fang Heng went downstairs with the people who were chatting in line before. Hou Jue also talked with another young man. When he came to the gate, Hou Jue quickly walked a few steps and called Fang Heng to stop. constant.

"Ask Uncle Fang if he is free recently."

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"Let's have a meal together."

"Oh, I'll tell my dad."

"Tell me in advance, I have to prepare."

"Okay." Fang Heng responded, raised his foot and walked out, Hou Jue followed closely behind, and the two walked side by side to the intersection before separating.

There was a follow-up physical examination the next day, and there was another long wait after the physical examination. During the period, Fang Xinyou took Fang Heng to Hou Jue's house, and Hou Jue's mother cooked a table of dishes to greet them.

For the two of them, they really ate very little home-cooked food, and occasionally they cooked some simple things by themselves, so Hou Jue's mother's craftsmanship really made the two of them very happy.

After eating, Hou Jue's mother went to the kitchen to do other things. In fact, it was to make room, so the three men on the table chatted while drinking. Fang Heng didn't dare to make a mistake with Fang Xinyou. Hou Jue and Fang Xinyou were talking.

Fang Xinyou said, "As long as we wait for the home visit, the recruitment process will be completely over."

Hou Jue nodded obediently, "Uncle Fang, what are the specific questions of the home visit?"

"It's nothing, I just want to know about the situation at home, and ask you a few words, why did you become a soldier and so on."

"Oh."

Fang Heng interjected, "Didn't you ask these questions before?"

Fang Xinyou glanced at him, "There is a reason why the troops are arranged this way, why are you asking so many questions?"

"No, what a waste of resources? It's not efficient, and you have to do the things you've done twice. Didn't you take the opportunity to come here to collect red envelopes?"

"Just to show off your ability!?" Fang Xinyou's face darkened, "You understand you!"

Fang Heng glanced at Hou Jue, who was winking, raised his eyebrows, picked up a chopstick of vegetable dishes, and stopped talking.

Hou Jue waited for a while, glanced left and right, took a sip of wine, and saw that the atmosphere had really cooled down, so he asked, "Do I need to prepare? A red envelope."

Fang Xinyou turned to look at him, was silent for two seconds, and smiled lightly, "No, just buy some cigarettes and tea as a greeting, and the troops are disciplined."

"Ah."

Fang Xinyou thought for a while and said, "I don't know if the two of you understand, but remember what I said, every system is bloated and complicated, but it has the inevitability of its existence to be able to operate completely, so you don't Let’s see what’s wrong with it, but learn to appreciate it first.” After saying that, Fang Xinyou paused, then glared at Fang Heng, “Especially you!”

Fang Heng could only nod his head in response.

Almost a month after passing the medical examination, a second lieutenant came to visit his home. Fang Xinyou took out the high-end tobacco and tea that had been in the cabinet for a long time, and the two chatted with each other while smoking a cigarette and drinking.

Fang Heng has been sitting by the side, recalling in his head the standard answers to the possible questions that his father said, while listening to the chat between the two.

Fang Xinyou was born in the army in his early years, and later became a section chief in the local public security bureau. His social eloquence was far more competent than being a father. In the end, the second lieutenant was led away by Fang Xinyou all the way. They were all too simple to ask, and before leaving, the other party's new friend, who was very respectful, saluted.

Fang Heng looked at the second lieutenant's performance, and pursed his mouth in disdain.

After another half a month, the Ministry of Armed Forces notified the selected people to collect their clothes. The entire recruiting process dragged on for a long time. Registration in August, physical examination in September, home visit in October, and collection of supplies at the end of October dragged on until almost December. , the Ministry of Armed Forces officially notified them to prepare for departure.

On the day of receiving the notice, Hou Jue called Fang Heng out again, treated the guests to dinner, got Fang Heng drunk first, and then himself, and then wobbly discussed how two people could be in the same company.

After drinking, Sir Alex was in high spirits, and he dragged Fang Heng to solve his physical problems before they parted ways.

The two of them here are having fun, while Fang Xinyou is paving the way for Fang Heng.

This is what Fang Xinyou called his old comrade-in-arms, "My son is too noisy. Don't look at my face and find him an easy unit. Fang Heng just lacks a lesson, so he will hammer it to death."

Fang Xinyou's old comrade-in-arms, Zhao Zhen, has now been promoted to deputy division commander. He is the political commissar of the Chongqing 13th Armored Division of the Chengdu Military Region. He has a close relationship with Fang Xinyou. This time, Zhao Zhen didn't even hit a thud, and he accepted Fang Xinyou's request, and it was not difficult to do Hou Jue's affairs by the way, it was just a soldier, and it was not a trivial matter.

So, after hearing the words of his old comrades in arms, Zhao Zhen said, "Training is easy, just go to the combat troops, and I promise to train your son out. So, I say, Comrade Eagle, don't worry, I will give you some training later." Come back my good son."

Fang Xinyou nodded and smiled maliciously, "Then I'll leave it to you."

There was a pause over there, "Don't think too hard, it's too late, remember Zhang Qiang when he was still in the company? That's a typical example, moderate and moderate."

"That's right, anyway, this matter will trouble you, hey, by the way, when will you come here for a walk?"

"Hehe, what's the matter? You are vulgar with me? Do you still want to invite me to dinner? It's not a big deal for us to stop doing this."

"Anyway, if you come over, you must call me."

"Okay, no problem."

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Where Fang Heng didn't know, he was sold by his father just like that.

Combat troops! !

China's entire military is such a big piece, with logistics departments, technical departments, government agencies, border defense, armed police, combat troops, etc., so many departments are just thrown into the most difficult place.

Why do combat troops work so hard?

Because you have to practice.

Combat troops are not the same as special forces with actual missions, but the officers and soldiers of the combat troops still have to maintain the quality far beyond ordinary soldiers at all times to prepare for some possible future wars.

If special forces are weapons in the hands of giants, the Party Central Committee is the giant's head, the organ is the nervous system, and the logistics and technology departments are the blood vessels and internal organs, then the combat troops are fists and feet, which are not sharp enough, but have heavy destructive power !It is the most important part of Kong Wu's powerful body! !

Combat troops, the four characters themselves represent hardships.

Assembly day.

Wearing the issued training uniform and carrying a bag of food and drink, Fang Heng went to the Armed Forces Department alone to report, assemble, and roll call.

There were two military officers and an instructor who were in charge of recruiting troops in their area. The instructor was a captain, and the remaining two recruiting cadres had the same military rank, and one of them was a second lieutenant who was in charge of Fang Heng's home visit.

Everyone was brought into the conference room on the second floor. Fang Heng secretly counted twice. There were 16 people, one more than originally planned. One means that there will be one less place in other places.

Sitting in the conference room until 11 o'clock, the recruiting cadre took them out for a meal. It was a treat for the local town's armed forces department. It was a practical activity, and they were also informed to leave after eating.

When I finished eating, there was a bus parked outside. There were many people standing near the bus. I don’t know where I got the exact departure time. At a glance, there were at least 50 people, all of whom were elderly men and women. , and even some grandparents.

Outside, there is a group of spectators.

The instructor gave them 10 minutes to say goodbye, and the place that was not spacious for a while became noisy.

"Xiao Xiang, did you say when you will leave?"

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"Son, do it well!"

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"Pay attention to your body, don't get sick, if you have a cold and fever, drink plenty of water and sleep more."

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"Grit your teeth, persevere, and you will be a man when you come back."

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"Fang Heng."

Fang Heng pursed his lips and looked at his father.

"I've said what I should say, what to do when you're in the army, you have to figure it out yourself."

"En." Fang Heng nodded, looking through his father's shoulders, he saw the brothers waving to him in the distance, Hou Jue was standing in the group, and the two brothers were basically the same.

Fang Xinyou glanced back, and said in a low voice, "You should go to Chongqing, the field army, that is a good army, but the best place is the reconnaissance battalion, work hard during the recruit training, ah!"

Fang Heng nodded his head and waved to his brothers, calling them over, perhaps because he was afraid of his old man, the brothers all shook their heads and refused.

Fang Xinyou turned his head to look over, and sighed. These days, Laozi will never be as important as his brother, so he pushed Fang Heng's shoulder, "Go."

Fang Heng grinned instantly.

There were too many brothers, and each of them said a word, and the time passed quickly. Before Fang Heng recovered his strength and hadn't said a few words to his father, the assembly whistle had already been blown.

The whistle that pierced the sky made Fang Heng's heart sink, and the melancholy of parting overflowed.

After hugging each brother, he hurried to his father, hugged him and said, "Dad, you should also pay attention to your health at home, don't overdo it, ah."

Fang Xinyou hugged his son back, and the corners of his mouth curled up. With these words, all the resentment from before was gone. Isn't this what being a parent is all about.

Assembling in the car, Fang Heng saw that most of the boys were crying, but his own behavior was really too ruthless?

Standing by the window, watching my father standing at the outermost part of the crowd and looking at me, with a cigarette in his hand, a trace of fatigue on his frost-stained face, but there is nothing hidden in his eyes showing relief and look forward to.

Perhaps, it was this look that kept him from crying.

The car started, and the scenery outside the window kept receding, and the father's figure became farther and farther away, until he could no longer see it.

His nose suddenly became sour, and he bit his lips tightly.

Putting a hand on his shoulder, Fang Heng turned his head and looked over. There was a pair of soft eyes, a considerate smile, and a look of concern in his heart. Against that fair face, he felt more kind.

The second lieutenant in charge of his home visits.

The other party nodded with a smile, then turned to look elsewhere, "Everyone is seated."

When Fang Heng sat down, he took a look at Hou Jue's position. It was the car in line before, and their seats were opened.

The man in sight was very quiet, with a slight smile on his lips, and his emotions were well controlled.

Hou Jue's mother never showed up, probably because she was at work. Compared with Hou Jue's family, Fang Heng really didn't worry about life.

When we arrived in the city, we had to join the brigade, eat, mobilize, and transfer to the train station. Anyway, when it was almost 9 o'clock at night, they were still singing and teaching military songs, all of which were impassioned songs.

This feeling is very weird. Fang Heng was reluctant to sing these silly songs at first, but if everyone is singing and maintaining an extremely full enthusiasm, unconsciously, he will also start to follow seriously. Learning, laughing happily, is like a silent infection, but I don't know it, and looking back, it's already like this.

Beginning at 9 o'clock, the recruits who didn't know their names but had laughed together were ordered one after another and went to various parts of the country.

Every time the military officers and veterans in charge of recruiting get a name, they will get on the train within an hour and go to various military regions across the country to report.

Fang Heng and Hou Jue have been sitting together. Although he doesn't want to admit it, Fang Heng is afraid that he or Hou Jue will be called out alone. He hopes to have a companion who can face the unknown world with him.

Fang Heng's name was not called until after three o'clock in the middle of the night.

At that time, Fang Hengzheng was drowsy and opened his eyes blankly. He first glanced at Hou Jue's direction and saw that he was still there, then looked around again. There were not many people left in the waiting hall. There are also fewer cadres.

Hou Jue sat on the chair and looked up at him, frowning tightly. Before Fang Heng could say anything, he called Hou Jue's name again. With each other's backpacks on their backs, they strode over.

This roll call is the last batch, a total of 27 people, all going to one place, Chongqing.