That night was the happiest night in the past few years of service.

Chunks of meat, big gulps of wine.

Lao Qi, who has always been a little bit worse, finally saw mercy from heaven this time, and the god of luck finally favored him once.

This lost and regained qualification to go to school can be regarded as a compensation for not being able to get a third-class merit this time.

Even the squadron leader Zhou Huping personally went to the table of the seventh class to toast, and made three bowls with Lao Qiyi.

"Xiao Ming, go to the Lu Courtyard, remember not to lose the face of our teaching team! When you graduate, you will return to our teaching team, and I will let you be the captain of this third district! ”

"Captain, don't worry! When our brigade goes out, everywhere it goes, it is the vanguard of loud and screaming! ”

The drunken old seven, hooked the solemn neck.

"Solemn, you kid is good, you got a third-class merit in the first year of soldiering, you have to remember, don't be proud! It's not that you're better than the other comrades, you're just a little luckier than them! Also, do a good job, I think you're a good dick, and you'll definitely do even better than me in the future! ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhou Huping, intentionally or unintentionally.

"I understand, squad leader." Said with a solemn nod.

In fact, Yan Yan himself didn't understand why this third-class merit fell on his head.

If Lao Qi and the other squad leaders were jointly and severally liable because of Zhang Jian's sacrifice, then at least Wang Datong, a second-year soldier, was on a mission with him at that time, and you were no worse than yourself.

But why didn't he get a third-class merit?

There are some things, but the old seven who is the squad leader is very bright.

He until Zhou Huping admired the soldier Zhuang Zhuang very much, and also planned to keep him in the team as the coach squad leader.

When the names of Wang Datong and Zhuang Yan were sent to Zhou Huping's desk, when the performance of the two soldiers was equal, the balance of emotions would of course be tilted towards Zheng Zheng.

Every miller draws water to his own mill.

As the squadron leader, Zhou Huping certainly has a little selfishness in this matter.

Therefore, Wang Datong won a commendation from his direct team, and Zhuang Zhuang submitted a third-class meritorious service.

Of course, Zhuang Yan and Wang Datong will not know these things, and they will never know.

Early the next morning, when it was dawning, a military truck came from the division, stopped on the asphalt road in front of the barracks of the third squadron, and honked its horn twice.

In the row room, Lao Qi stood at the door of the third district team, quietly watching everything familiar inside.

The trainees have all gone out to exercise, the mosquito nets on the beds have been removed, the housekeeping has not been tidied up, the toothpaste, toothbrushes and mouth jars on the lockers are neatly placed by the window, and the electronic clock on the wall, the hour and second hands are moving lightly.

Lao Qi carried his backpack and carried a front bag full of military uniforms, and slowly walked out of the row room.

On the lawn at the door, a student who helped the cook ran down from the direction of the cooking class, and when he saw Luo Xiaoming, he stood up and shouted, "Hello squad leader".

Lao Qi nodded at him and smiled.

Waiting for the student to leave, Lao Qi stood on the lawn and looked back at the barracks of the third squadron, his son was sour, and the corners of his eyes were hot.

The car horn honked twice.

Lao Qi turned his mind sharply, carried his luggage, strode across the lawn and basketball court, and jumped into the truck bed in the fog.

There were two other squad leaders in the carriage, who were soldiers from other units directly under the city, and they were all lucky ones who were sent in the supplement.

Several of them were veterans and knew each other, so they simply said hello.

The car left the training team and drove slowly along the cement road in the direction of the division gate, and out of the gate was an uphill road, next to the hillside, where the bombing commando team was trained......

After this slope, there is a straight concrete road, which is 800 meters long, which is the most popular place for switchback running and frog jumping for all classes in the evening physical training......

Lao Qi's vision was blurred, as if he saw himself as a student back then, sweating and running on this road......

In my ears, it seemed that the roar of my squad leader sounded......

"Luo Xiaoming, you run as slow as a turtle! Shake me up and grit my teeth! You can't bear this little bit of hardship, you should be a fart squad leader! ”

He rubbed his hand at the corner of his eye.

"Lao Luo, are you crying?" In the carriage, the squad leader of another engineer battalion asked.

"Shit! Will I cry? When did I Luo Xiaoming cry? Holy! You come here and help me blow and blow it, paralyzing the wind and sand today......"

The car drove to the end of the straight road, where there was a three-way intersection, and in the center of the intersection stood a huge bronze statue, a sculpture of a warrior.

There are three roads, one leading to the teaching team, one leading to the headquarters, and the other leading to the division gate.

Suddenly, dozens of soldiers flashed from beside the bronze statue.

Those were all soldiers of the Third Division.

They wore camouflage uniforms, and also carried guns and Type 91 tactical vests.

Several of them suddenly raised their hands high, and each of them had a square piece of cardboard painted with a few large characters in red watercolor pen - Squad leader have a good trip!

"Lao Luo, those soldiers are what you taught the brigade, right?" Another squad leader in the car found out, pointed out the car and shouted.

Luo Xiaoming slammed into the tailgate of the car, the cool breeze outside the car made his neck cold, and his hand grabbed the iron pipe next to him, almost pinching it flat.

Left......

When I graduate and come back in three years, how many of the more than 30 familiar faces next to the bronze statue will stay in this army?

Left......

That is, it is difficult to see again, from now on, all over the world, from now on, there is no longer the opportunity to eat the same pot of rice, sleep in the same room, brag and train together......

Outside the car, the singing suddenly sounded.

Comrades-in-arms are like brothers,

The revolution calls us together.

You are from the frontier, he is from the interior,

We are all children of the people.

Comrades-in-arms, comrades-in-arms!

This affectionate name this noble friendship,

Unite us into a steel collective, a steel collective!

Lao Qi suddenly felt that his heart was surrounded by something indescribable.

"It's worth it...... It's worth it...... It's worth it......"

He muttered, tears rolling down his eyes.

Raising his right hand, he gave a solemn military salute to the soldiers of the Third District Team outside the car.

The wheels spun rapidly, running over the fallen leaves, over the sand on the road, and over the black asphalt......

Familiarity with everything is going away, barracks, trees, playgrounds, sentinels......

There is also a small farewell team of more than 30 people from the 3rd Squadron and 3rd District Team of the Teaching Brigade.

The car passed the gate post, the sentry saluted, went out and turned right, and went all the way west along the national highway......

The morning sun finally rose from the east, and the golden light illuminated the carriage brightly, and the camp of the 1st Division could no longer be seen clearly, but in the heart of Lao Qi, the song "Comrades-in-Arms and Comrades-in-Arms Are Like Brothers" still kept echoing, making the blood burn......

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