In the second lieutenant's opinion, the people in this special training class made people feel very panicked. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The people in these special training classes all have the rank of platoon commander or squad leader, all of them veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time, and some of them have even just come down from the battlefield.

At that time, there was a prerequisite for entering the class, that is, those who had not killed the enemy on the battlefield were absolutely not allowed to enter the class.

And there is a special rule in this class, that is, everyone is not allowed to carry any kind of weapon in the dormitory, and these two words represent anything other than hands and feet that can kill people.

Not to mention guns, large blades, military stabs, throwing knives, daggers, etc., nothing goes.

For no other reason, people who have just come down from the battlefield are generally nervous, and they are better during the day, and at night, it is easy to regard those who are close to them as enemies when they are awake in a state of sleep.

The reason why there are fewer people in each room in the dormitory of the special training class is actually due to this consideration.

No officer would want that in the middle of the night, all the people on the bunk would jump up and make a pot of porridge, this nosebleed, that eye socket would be blue, and even a dagger in his hand would kill him!

And the two guys in front of them who don't know whether they are dead or alive even found the commander above and took the initiative to enter the special training class, isn't it just a mouse looking for a cat to play at home - is it crooked alive?

The tanned kid with a very thin face was too thin, and the kid with a stronger figure still had an excited look in his eyes!

In the eyes of this second lieutenant, these two people are simply Leng Touqing who does not know whether to live or die, and he doesn't believe that these two guys will go to the battlefield at such a young age, although those guys in the special training class will not kill the two of them, but it is estimated that it is inevitable to be kicked a few times, hit a few mouths, and wash people's feet.

The barracks of the special training school were not with the student soldiers, but a bungalow, and the entrance was a long corridor with rooms of the same size on one side of the corridor.

The lieutenant pushed open one of the doors and walked in, leading the two men, who seemed to him to be a bit of a stranger.

The room was not too big, with four double bunk beds plus a single bed.

The soldiers, tall or short, fat or thin, glanced at the door, and then either lay down or lay down on the bed, or went about their business.

They did not have ordinary soldiers who had to stand up and stand up in unison when they saw a commander of a higher rank than themselves enter.

For Huo Xiaoshan and Shen Chong, the two stragglers, they even ignored the officer department with the rank of second lieutenant as air.

And the second lieutenant who led Huo Xiaoshan and Shen Chong in seemed to be the same, and the rudeness of these special training class people seemed to be unaware, and it did not reflect the dignity that a commander in the army must have.

The lieutenant pointed to the two empty beds in the upper bunks and said, "These two bunks are yours." After finishing speaking, he turned around, gave Huo Xiaoshan and Shen Chong a look of self-begging, and went out.

The seven soldiers all remained the same, no one answered Huo Xiaoshan and Shen Chong, the atmosphere in the room was dull, if it was a person with poor psychological quality, he would undoubtedly feel depressed, and he didn't want to stay here for even a minute.

However, who Huo Xiaoshan is, this peace of mind is not stained by external objects

However, who is Shen Chong, a martial madman.

Huo Xiaoshan walked to his bed, where a soldier was reclining on his lower bunk, leaning on his luggage, his feet on the edge of the bed, and a cigarette in his mouth.

Huo Xiaoshan had already stood in front of him.

All the upper bunks in the world may have different styles, but one thing is bound to be the same, that is, people who want to go to the upper bunk always have to put their feet on the lower bunk, either step on the upper bunk, or there will be a small ladder down the upper bunk.

The bed here is designed with a protruding footrest under the column of the bed.

Huo Xiaoshan had already put his hands on the edge of the upper bunk, and one foot was raised and was about to step on the pedal.

Then a lazy voice suddenly said, "Don't step on my bed." ”

Huo Xiaoshan stood in front of the bed and saw that his bunk was covered with a new marching bedding, and a corner of a half-new straw mat was exposed under the mattress.

He looked silently at the man who was talking to him in the lower bunk.

This person looks like he is twenty-four or five, wearing the clothes of a **** soldier, the wind and discipline button has been unfastened, and a pair of eyes full of contempt are squinting at him on his thin face.

After meeting Huo Xiaoshan's gaze, the gaze was still nothing, moved to the ceiling, and the hand holding the cigarette was taken from his mouth, and a round white smoke ring was spit out of his mouth.

Huo Xiaoshan didn't say anything, and the man didn't say anything more, only the white smoke ring slowly spread in the air until it dissipated into the air.

Shen Chong's face on the side showed a look of indignation, and the man undoubtedly saw Shen Chong's expression, and the contempt in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

At this moment, his feet moved, and the shoes he was pulling on, which were not fully on his feet, flew out, with a hint of sweaty feet, and hit a wicker box under an adjacent bed in an arc, making a small noise, bumping and bounced, and then fell under the bed board.

The people in the room all saw the stinky shoes that could only dance, and Shen Chong's face became more and more angry, while the other soldiers all had smiles on their faces, as if they were watching something extremely interesting.

"Pick up your shoes for me." The lazy voice said again.

Huo Xiaoshan was still calm, turning around, walking, lowering his body, reaching out and holding his shoes.

"Put it on for me." That lazy voice already had a feeling that made Shen Chong angry.

Huo Xiaoshan was still calm, and lowered his body to put his shoes on the person's feet that smelled of feet.

Huo Xiaoshan put his hand on the bed and was about to go to bed again, but at this time, the voice sounded again, still lazy: "Don't step on my bed." ”

Huo Xiaoshan retracted his feet and looked at the person seriously, still silent.

Huo Xiaoshan suddenly smiled, his smile was very bright, innocent, and meaningful.

Huo Xiaoshan still didn't speak, he took two steps back, suddenly accelerated, and only pressed the upper bunk with his right hand, and his body had already jumped up.

When the waist and the upper bunk are together, his lower body is weirdly horizontal, and then he rolls forward, and the person has been lying on his side to the bunk, just face outward, the hand that supports the body just now is gently supported on the right cheek, and the left hand is placed on the side of the left leg, which is the auspicious lying in Buddhism.

Huo Xiaoshan's movements were very light, there was no bang that people imagined when they fell on the bunk, the lightness was like a feather falling from the sky, and it was like snowflakes falling silently on the ground in early winter.

The faces of the soldiers in the room, who had come to see the joke, immediately became wonderful when they saw this scene, and a few of them snorted softly.

A warrior who survives the battlefield depends not only on courage and strength, but also on eyesight!

If it sounds good, it is called a battle-hardened battle, and if it is not good, it is called a veteran oil, when it is time to fight hard, and it is not ambiguous when it is time to play dead!

The soldier on the bunk under Huo Xiaoshan looked at the air in front of him in a daze, as if wondering, why did the little soldier in front of him disappear into the air when he said that he was gone.

Everyone knew that they couldn't do it themselves with this kid's unique bedding action, and as for what the strength represented by this light action, these veterans didn't know, but they had already acquiesced that Huo Xiaoshan was stronger than them, and indirectly acquiesced to him becoming a member of this room.

So, everyone's eyes turned to the rest of the kid, the kid who looked very fleshy and a little aggressive.