Xiaobing Fang Heng

The train arrived here was only a halfway station. There were many recruits recruited from other places in the carriage. The 27 of them were divided into a section amidst a burst of warm applause. Lieutenant Colonel Meng Xize, who looked not very old, exuded a heroic spirit, with a kind smile.

Lieutenant Colonel Meng stood in front of them and asked a few words. His tone was neither humble nor arrogant. His tone was calm and provocative. Perhaps because of his status, everyone nodded in agreement.

The train went all the way, and there were people on the way. When it arrived in Chongqing, five carriages were already full. Every time a recruit came up, recruiting cadres would appear at the door and ask them to applaud and welcome them.

It was already five o'clock in the morning when we arrived in Chongqing. All the recruits got out of the car in the dark and started to line up again. It took an hour to set off again.

At this time, the train station was extremely quiet, with only a few passengers and sanitation workers watching them from afar.

20 dark green military trucks, full of people, went to the station of the 13th Army of the Chengdu Military Region.

Holding his bag, Fang Heng was sitting in the carriage, occasionally talking to Hou Jue, but most of the time he was silent.

Just like all the people here, most of them chose to remain uneasy and silent when they left home and faced the bewilderment of the unfamiliar environment.

It was hard to see the situation in the carriage, and it was already daylight when they arrived at the station. Fang Heng realized that their recruit company only had three cars and about a hundred people.

Chongqing is one of the famous "stove" cities in the country. At 12 o'clock in the morning in December, it was cold all night and it was just a little warmer. The recruits were organized to get out of the car and lined up. Fang Heng was curious all the way sizing up.

The first thing you see is a majestic office building at the end of the playground. It is written in large lacquered gold characters, "People's Liberation Army Army of the People's Republic of China", and there is an August [-]st party emblem at the top. Shining brightly in the sun.

Fang Heng had a feeling of being stabbed in the eye and couldn't look straight at it.

Everything in the field of vision is clean and tidy, the white asphalt ground that has been washed with water, the green and lush trees, the soldiers walking forward in their own formation, a world with order and rules.

The receiving cadres led them all the way around the office area, turned into the small road, and then walked all the way. The line was sparse and long, and everyone was looking left and right, forming a strong and distinct pattern with the oncoming patrol soldiers. contrast.

The recruiting cadre said with a smile, "Don't be envious, come out of the recruit company, this is your standard."

Fang Heng followed the patrolling soldiers until he couldn't see them, and suddenly said to the people around him under his throat, "Hey, did you see, the guy at the end has a good butt."

The other party 'poof' laughed.

Fang Heng raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Not too much."

The other party didn't speak, and abducted him with a suppressed smile, telling him to shut up.

Fang Heng nodded knowingly.

The receiving cadres took them through the training ground and the playground, where there were soldiers training everywhere, shouting everywhere, and no matter how far away, they could even see handsome and sturdy armored vehicles driving by.

The team burst into a commotion, as if they saw a naked beauty appearing in front of them, those shining eyes almost glowed green.

The three receiving cadres were very satisfied with everyone's performance and did not urge them to leave. Such young and energetic recruits reminded them of the time when they first joined the army. At that time, they also had such novel and excited faces. .

Fang Heng also likes armored vehicles. As a man, there are few who don't like these machines that represent powerful force, but when he looks away, he is attracted by a figure on the playground.

A man who was still wearing a vest in December stood among a group of soldiers. He quickly knocked a soldier to the ground with one hand on his waist and said something imposingly. It was too far away to hear clearly. , but when the man looked up, Fang Heng had a feeling of being caught.

As a matter of fact, this is the only thing he can express now. If he was a veteran, he would definitely say that, the horror of being targeted, locked, sniped, and then shot.

Fang Heng was stunned, his scalp exploded in an instant, goosebumps formed on his body, he turned his head away in panic, not daring to look directly at it.

It's scary, it can send out a strong oppressive atmosphere even after such a long distance.

The team moved forward again, and finally entered the accommodation area. Compared to the outside, it is very quiet here. There are basketball courts, playgrounds, small training grounds, and three six-story buildings, just like the style of the military area, clean, tidy.

Just when everyone thought they would be pulled there, they were led to a fork in the road, and finally stopped in front of a factory-like warehouse.

The second lieutenant who looked very gentle stood up and said, "During the recruit company, this is your dormitory. You have three days to clean up the housekeeping. At the same time, your range of activities will be limited to this range. You need to ask for leave for everything. Including going to the toilet, do you understand!"

"understand!"

"Yes!"

"understood!"

A sparse voice replied.

After checking the items in the backpack one by one and entering the warehouse, Fang Heng asked for an upper berth. The biggest problem with the dormitory is that whoever catches who sits on the lower berth is disgusting.

In fact, Fang Heng has no cleanliness, not at all, but now the children born in the 90s grow up in single households, and they maintain good personal hygiene. If they are more delicate, they will even keep their personal belongings clean.

So a few decades ago, everyone's habit of scrambling for the lower berth was inexplicably changed to scrambling for the upper berth.

Fang Heng was short and took advantage of it. He went in first, so he took a good seat first, and then he was flirting with Hou Jue who came in behind.

Sitting on the lower bunk, Hou Jue sneered, patted his chest and said, "Hey! This is a man!"

Fang Heng threw his backpack on his bed and didn't know what to do for a while, so he sat with Hou Jue.

"This shabby place..." Fang Heng looked at the dilapidated shed with disgust.

Hou Jue didn't speak, and looked up. There were two basketball court-sized sheds, with more than 70 steel beds with bunk beds, two rows, and a five-meter-wide aisle in the middle. You could smell it in your nose. It smells strange, I don't know what it was originally installed, or it was a musty smell from being closed for too long.

So, Hou Jue bent down and looked at the ground, Fang Heng squatted down next to him, "What are you looking at?"

"Maybe this was originally a place for tanks."

"Really!?" Fang Heng's eyes lit up, and he began to look for car marks. Not to mention, there really are, Fang Heng pointed to a place and called, "Hey, did you see that, there are indeed! Over there, track marks, over there , and oil!"

The two of them squatted by the bed and watched for a long time. When they looked up, they saw the young man on the next bed looking at him, with a smile on his lips, the meaning was unclear. It was said that ridicule tended to be more friendly, but his eyes flickered slightly.

Fang Heng stood up on the edge of the bed, bent over to look at him, and smiled friendlyly, "Hello, I'm from Panzhihua, Fang Heng."

The other party said, "Hello, Mianyang, Yue Zitong."

"I'm in the third car, how about you?"

"Number five."

"It's so far away, we seem to be completely broken up, how many people have you recruited?"

"There are more than 100 people, and I am the only one assigned to this unit."

Fang Heng grinned, patted Hou Jue on the shoulder, and said with a bit of flaunting, "Together, my brother, Fa Xiao."

Yue Zitong looked at Hou Jue, smiled politely, "Hello."

The extended fingers were slender, with distinct joints, and looked very white from the back of the hand to the wrist. Fang Heng didn't get such a friendly handshake, so he didn't care. Instead, he blinked and looked at Yue Zitong's face, "You are so white, you guys The water and soil there are really nice.”

Yue Zitong smiled at him and looked at Hou Jue.

Hou Jue smiled back, stretched out his hand and shook it back, with a very formal attitude, "Hou Jue."

"You can call him Sir. Of course, you can also call him Little Monkey or Monkey. I don't have a nickname. Fang Heng, Fang Zheng's Fang, and Eternal Heng, just these two words, I will never change them."

Yue Zitong nodded, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and stretched out his 'jade hand' generously, "Yue Fei's Yue, Mu Xinzi, and Wutong's Tong, don't get it wrong, they have nothing to do with any kind of scheming."

If Yue Zitong hadn't said that, the two of them wouldn't have thought of it, but Fang Heng reacted when he mentioned it like this, and rolled his eyes with a smile, "Empress Empress~"

Hou Jue raised his eyebrows, "Hey, I really didn't expect to see my family here."

Yue Zitong was a little annoyed, but he finally smiled, as he acquiesced to the title.

The last batch of recruits came in, and the instructor walked in with two second lieutenants, "Everyone put your luggage on the bed, come out to assemble, and collect supplies."

A group of people procrastinated and went out to collect supplies, and after returning for an hour, they threw a bunch of items on the bed, and went out to gather again with lunch boxes, preparing to line up for dinner.

The cafeteria is far away, and it took 10 minutes to get there. On the road, I saw many veterans walking there. They looked at the veterans curiously, and the other party also pretended to look at them secretly. After turning a big bend, several veterans He rushed out from the woods, and when he saw the instructor, he hurriedly saluted and walked around in a desperate manner.

The instructor told them that because of the company of recruits, they did not have their own company cafeteria, and now they are being taken to the largest cafeteria in the military region.

To be honest, Fang Heng has never experienced eating a big pot of rice. High school requires that he live on campus to improve the students' ability to take care of themselves. The problem is that he has never lined up to eat with a lunch box. This feeling...is really weird, very excited.

A group of recruits looked around and arrived at the cafeteria. There were 6 square teams lined up at the entrance of the cafeteria. Each square team had nearly 30 people. It should be based on the platoon.

After they stood on their side, their instructor stood in front of the team and said with a smile, "Come on, comrades recruits, show your skills, a song before meals, three disciplines and eight points of attention."

A second lieutenant howled afterward, "Every revolutionary soldier must keep in mind... get ready!"

"~Revolutionary soldiers must keep in mind~"

"~Three Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention~"

……

How embarrassing, too dick!

Everyone couldn't bear it any longer, and stood at the door of the cafeteria with their lunch boxes and sang...

Oh shit!Who made the rules? ?

Weak singing, among the 100 or so people, only the instructor and the two second lieutenants had the loudest voices.

As soon as this side finished singing, a person stood up from the square team next door, "One, two, three, four, one... get ready!"

"One two three four one two three four is like a song!"

"Green barracks, green barracks taught me!"

"The singing makes the mountains shake and the ground moves!"

"Singing like flowers and water!"

……

Together with the collective singing, the feet of all the recruits softened a little. This is really... so loud and powerful that the ground shakes!

Fang Heng was a little dizzy from the shock of the singing, it was too abrupt, he was not mentally prepared, and his hearing was higher than ordinary people, this howl almost knocked him down on the ground.

Of course, instead of falling down, he took a step back and stepped on the foot of the person behind. The person behind did not say a word, but kindly supported him. Fang Heng turned his head and smiled, thanking him.

After all the seven square teams have finished singing, dinner is served.

Teams went in one by one, and at the end was the recruit company. The instructor took a look at the situation inside and said distressedly, "There are not enough places inside, you wait for the next batch."

Soldiers eat fast, and it will definitely be resolved within 10 minutes.

But even so, listening to the sound of pots and pans inside and smelling the aroma of the food, the recruits began to swallow their saliva one by one, and looked at the door with green eyes.

The problem is not only hunger, but also the cold. In December, it is winter, and the food inside is in full swing, and they are blowing cold wind outside, which feels really uncomfortable.

After finally waiting for all the food inside to come out, the instructor put them in.

The canteen is very clean, about the size of a basketball court, with three rows of blue and white seats, a row of sinks against the wall, and a small room separated from the kitchen, with a few big red characters posted on it—'Building a military camp Food culture', the glass windows are all open, and the rice and vegetables are placed in large stainless steel basins, and the heat can be seen rising.

Fang Heng looked around, and his eyes fell on a table in the far corner. He could see the military ranks, all of them were officers, and the four of them were also looking this way, talking about something.

Fang Heng ordered the food and sat down. The officers over there also finished eating. They washed the bowls and dishes in the sink and sent them back to the window without looking away. All the recruits stared at them and guessed what was on their shoulders What kind of leadership would be a three-star.

One of the handsome officers walked up to the instructor and asked in a low voice, and looked around with interest with his bright eyes. After the instructor finished speaking, he nodded and walked out briskly.