solemnly walked into the conference room of the company headquarters, and glanced inside, some of the squad leaders of the second and third rows came, and some people squeezed in.

The three platoons of the entire company, plus the firepower platoon, a total of twelve squad leaders, are all in place.

When everyone sat down, Zhang Jianxing first invited Xiong Guohan to speak.

Xiong Guohan directly briefed everyone on Han Xiaobei's situation one by one.

And then it's the old saying: "This soldier, if any squad leader is willing to ask for it, I will leave him, and if no one wants it, I will take him away." There will definitely be no two words, please let go of 10,000 hearts, I, Xiong Guohan, will definitely not have any opinions. ”

There was silence in the room.

Squad leaders, look at me, I'll look at you, some of you are sitting in the corner, and you have already begun to talk quietly.

In fact, the reason for such hesitation is largely because Han Xiaobei is not a good soldier.

As long as it is a little normal, it is estimated that the squad leaders here are rushing to ask for it.

The nephew of the deputy political commissar doesn't look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha.

They are all soldiers, and no one is born an excellent soldier when they come, isn't it all trained!

But Han Xiaobei's situation is completely different.

This guy is the master who dares to go out to play games and never return to the team at night, and not returning to the team at night is an extremely serious behavior in the army.

Even some squad leaders who led the troops were so anxious that they were going to throw themselves into the well when they were late in the roll call.

If a soldier has an accident, the squad leader is responsible, and it is not unheard of the squad leader who was implicated because of his own soldiers' misconduct, who wants to touch this mold?

What's more, this Han Xiaobei looks like a bean sprout at a glance, not to mention anything else, this figure is already equivalent to putting a label of a rotten soldier on his forehead.

Who would dare to ask for it?

The squad leader pays attention to the grades of the whole class, no matter how good his grades are, the grades in the class can't go up, and he will also be poked and scolded by the company commander.

Therefore, there is no squad leader who does not hate the disobedient and poorly trained soldiers in his squad.

Putting Han Xiaobei into his own class, isn't it the same as putting a mouse feces into a pot of soup that he has worked so hard to cook?

"Everyone should carry forward a little style, although Han Xiaobei is not an excellent soldier and activist, but since he has joined the army, he is also a comrade-in-arms, and if he is a comrade-in-arms, he must help each other!" Zhang Jianxing saw that no one claimed the nephew of the deputy political commissar, and he also felt that he couldn't hold his face.

It's a deputy political commissar, and you can't take the deputy political commissar as an improper leader!

Zhuang Zheng came late, sat by the door, looked out from the door, and saw Han Xiaobei standing alone on the lawn by the basketball court, with his luggage next to him.

He looked frustrated and listless.

Perhaps, this feeling of being like leading a dog to show people their appearance and find a home makes him feel very uncomfortable.

The solemn heart moved.

Since this man knows shame, he may be saved.

In Han Xiaobei's body, he seemed to see himself when he first enlisted in the army.

At first, he was not a good soldier, wasn't it because he met Yin Xiancong and Lao Qi that he grew up?

What's more, my third class is already bad enough. The rotten one is rotten, the rotten two are also rotten, and the whole class is rotten or rotten.

In that case, what does it matter?

After a few days of heart-to-heart talks with his father Zhuang Zhenguo, he solemnly and slowly understood the ideological flashpoints of the older generation of soldiers.

Do not take credit, do not take credit, do not rob merit, and are indifferent to fame and fortune.

Don't you already have a third-class merit and a top gold medal? Do you really care about continuing to rely on your own class to win any honor for yourself?

More importantly, it may be more challenging and rewarding to lead a bad class well.

Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his hand.

"Company commander, Han Xiaobei wants it."

"Wow-"

The squad leaders in the conference room were all boiling.

Zhang Jianxing stretched his neck and found solemnity in the crowd.

He was secretly relieved in his heart.

This embarrassing situation finally got the best ending.

Zhuang Yan is the coach class leader, and the three classes he led are a garbage class in themselves.

In training, solemnity is definitely fine.

And on the premise of never affecting the enthusiasm of other classes, putting it in the third class is the ending that Zhang Jianxing is most willing to see.

"Excellent! I am very happy that Comrade Solemn can carry forward the style! Zhang Jianxing said.

Deputy Political Commissar Xiong Guohan stood up, walked to the solemn side, and clasped hands with him.

"Thank you......"

He turned around and asked Zhang Jianxing: "How many squad leaders is this?" ”

Zhang Jianxing immediately replied: "He is the third squad leader, and he is the coach and squad leader of the teaching team, but he returned to the company because of the formalities and establishment problems. ”

Xiong Guohan was overjoyed, coaching the squad leader, that was the squad leader among the squad leaders, and he was the best squad leader in the whole division.

His nephew Han Xiaobei is in his class, what else is there to worry about?

Of course, he didn't even know that in fact, the solemn third class was the worst class in the whole company, and it was nicknamed the garbage recycling station.

Han Xiaobei just stayed.

When the deputy political commissar Xiong Guohan left, he solemnly came to his side and lifted his yellow bucket.

"Han Xiaobei, from today onwards, I will be your squad leader, my name is Zhuang Yan, you can call me squad leader."

Han Xiaobei couldn't come back to his senses until he walked a few steps solemnly, turned around and shouted, "Follow me!" ”

He picked up his luggage and trotted all the way up.

Solemnly waiting for Han Xiaobei, across the lawn, across the basketball court.

He suddenly had a feeling of traveling back in time, as if he had gone back to the night of that recruit company that month and that year.

It was also Yin Xiancong who carried the bucket and said to himself in the dark: "Follow me!" ”

Then, he began his military career.

It's just that at that time, he was a recruit who didn't even have a military rank, but now he is a real squad leader.

Before Zhuang Zhuang and Han Xiaobei entered the row house, another jeep drove into the door of Tie Balian.

Zhang Jianxing and Cai Chaolin, who were standing outside the door of the company's conference room, seemed to be dreaming.

The car they saw could be recognized as the regiment commander by the license plate just by looking at it.

That's right, it's the car of Wei Xuefeng, the head of the 273rd Regiment.

"Instructor, am I right?" Zhang Jianxing rubbed his eyes, "What the hell is it today?" The regimental commanders are running towards our company? ”

"That's right! What is the head of the regiment doing here? Cai Chaolin was also confused.

The jeep stopped on the lawn, where the car of the former deputy commissar was parked.

Zhang Jianxing and Cai Chaolin hurriedly trotted over, and as soon as the door opened, Wei Xuefeng just came down and immediately saluted.

"Hello Commander!"

"Zhang Jianxing, Cai Chaolin, I'm not here to inspect the work this time, I'm sending a soldier to you." Wei Xuefeng said as he beckoned to a soldier coming down from the other side, "Xiao Zeng, come here and meet your company commander and instructor." ”

Company Commander Zhang Jianxing's expression was like swallowing an egg, and his eyes bulged out.

Sending troops?

Sending troops again?

When I heard this word today, I felt a little creepy.

When he saw the rank of this soldier clearly, he was even more dumbfounded.

Not only him, but instructor Cai Chaolin was also dumbfounded.

Fuck it!

This is not a private with a bar!

This is a four-bar sergeant!

Yin Xiancong, the soldier with the highest rank in the company, is the same!