"Lao Long, at such a young age, why are you still so violent, listen to me first." Wei Junjie took a breath and continued:
"I saw in his eyes the viciousness that ordinary soldiers don't have. If he is a true professional soldier, he must be a warrior who makes all enemies fearful. But now, he can't even talk about the word soldier, or Said that he is just a student, a child, a bastard in a military uniform."
"Grass." Long Zhiwen threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and cursed directly: "Back then, your virtues were not as good as him. Did your master despise you? In terms of seniority, you two are still brothers and sisters. Take him to the real world. Your military path is your responsibility as a senior."
Wei Junjie did not speak, and smoked a cigarette silently. The sparks burned rapidly under his permission. After a while, the whole cigarette was turned into ashes. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, smashed it with his toes, and turned around. :
"This is not a question of whether to bring or not. It is not a question of responsibility. It is his own question. His eyes are not only vicious, but also hatred. You can also see that the hatred is against this uniform. I don’t know why he chose to be a soldier, but if his hatred is not extinguished, he will not be able to become a real soldier, a qualified soldier."
After that, Wei Junjie left without looking back, leaving Long Zhiwen alone at the top of the stairs. Wei Junjie was right. If Jiang Minghao rejects him from the bottom of his heart, it’s useless for anyone to take him, don’t say anything. Xuelang, he might not even be able to stay in the Border City Military Region.
"Old Wei, how can I make him a qualified soldier?" Long Zhiwen asked loudly when Wei Junjie left.
"Just follow the transfer order and let him go to the spy company!"
The frontier city secret agent company door.
Jiang Minghao was discharged from the hospital two weeks later and stood at the door of the secret service company's barracks. It was not that he didn't want to go in, but was surrounded by a group of soldiers from the secret service company.
"Are you that special soldier?"
"So you can run, so you can be a deserter?"
"Hey, I don't know if he can run past my fist."
This group of people are talking about you. Although there are only eleven people, they dominate the spy company in this city, and even have a reputation in all military regions across the country. These eleven people are the children of high-ranking cadres and young masters. Bing, their grandparents and Long Zhiwen are all very strong friendships, and sent them to the reputation of Commander Long Zhiwen's iron blood. At that time, Long Zhiwen patted his chest and agreed, but it turned out that people saw the jokes, so that there was a joke. The second generation ancestor even named to come here to experience life in the city military area.
Long Zhiwen wanted to use all kinds of training to thwart their vigor, but they had been fascinated by them in the compound of the military district since they were young, and their military skills can be regarded as outstanding. Even if it is desert survival training, they can survive intact. Noisy, the young master soldier's arrogant personality can't be changed, which is really a headache, and any ordinary recruits will be tortured and left automatically by them.
They have their own rules of the game. The first is whether your status is enough or not, and the second is whether your bones are hard or not. These determine whether you and them can toss without fear, otherwise, no one will take you to play, they will Exclude you and bully you until you leave, which is why the spy company has only eleven people, so it can't be filled.
Long Zhiwen originally didn't want to arrange Jiang Minghao into the secret service company according to the order, so he directly recommended to Snow Wolf. Who knew that this kid was so ignorant of praise.
When an injured cheetah is surrounded by a pack of wolves, either forget its pain, show its fangs, and turn the pack of wolves upside down, or continue to **** the wound and silently accept the provocation and bullying of the pack of wolves.
Listening to the scolding and molesting of the eleven young master soldiers of the secret agent company, and watching their arrogant and contemptuous eyes, Jiang Minghao’s hands clasped and slapped, and the friction of the joints was like fried beans, standing in front of the monitoring room Long Zhiwen seemed to understand Lu Hongfeng and Wei Junjie's intentions. This was to force Jiang Minghao, the kid to break out, and rule these young soldiers by the way.
"boom·······"
Long Zhiwen slammed a fist on the desk, watching Jiang Minghao look unbearable, and said excitedly:
"Okay, brat, beat up this bunch of dogs and young master soldiers." Looking at Jiang Minghao's appearance, he knew that this brat was not the one who suffered. He couldn't bear it and would definitely do it.
"But the commander, this group of young soldiers grew up in the military region, and they are the masters of troubles. They are all masters in fighting. Has Jiang Minghao ever fought?" Xiao Zhang, the guard on the side, reminded.
"Whether it is being beaten or beaten, it is good for Jiang Minghao. This may inspire his inner desire, the desire of the strong in the army to be king." Long Zhiwen stared at the screen with deep eyes, looking forward to what he would do. The expected screen appears.
boom·······
Long Zhiwen's head buzzed and went blank. Looking at the monitoring screen, he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
I saw Jiang Minghao suddenly loosen his tightly held fists, took out a pack of hard China from his pocket, opened his hands and began to disperse cigarettes to the young master soldiers begging for mercy, nodding and bowing, just like a damn grandson.
"Counseling soldiers, ugly soldiers..." Long Zhiwen yelled again after slamming a fist on the desk, turning around and leaving the monitoring room. He didn't want to see Jiang Minghao's soft-eyed look again. , I really don't know if this kid is on purpose or just because of his virtue, and the breath in his eyes is completely different.
In fact, Jiang Minghao’s idea is very simple. Anyway, after the one-year internship period is over, he will apply for transfer back to his hometown in Dancheng and become a policeman. Not only is he majestic, he can also take care of his grandfather, especially the temptation of his uniform, surrounded by various beautiful women , Hehe, Jiang Minghao is excited even after thinking about it, why bother here to earn a little bit of face, because his future happy life is much more important than face.
"Brother, brother, come to smoke a cigarette, my brother is here for the first time, and I hope you can take care of it."
"Brother, are you Pan An's reincarnation? This looks really handsome!"
"Wow, brother, your muscles, tusk, too manly!"
"······"
Jiang Minghao shamelessly slapped spies with eleven people's flattery, but it seems that these people didn't buy it. After all, young masters like them, let alone flattered, even if they make people fucking, they will be rushed. Come over and hug your feet on the ground.
"Yeah, the kid is very good at talking!" The one 180 cm soldier headed by a cigarette in his mouth, patted Jiang Minghao's head and said: "Remember, I am the company commander, and here I am the biggest."
"Hey, brother, I remembered." Jiang Minghao nodded and replied.
Bang... a person behind suddenly kicked his ass and cursed:
"Which damn bitch is blind, he's blocking Lao Tzu's way."
"Hey, brother, I'm sorry, I'll just get out of it."
Jiang Minghao retreated to the side like a dog leg, and suddenly he was slapped on the back of the head again, only to hear the curse from behind:
"Grass, your mother, you don't have long eyes when you walk, you're about to step on me."
Jiang Minghao apologized respectfully. If he said he was a gangster, then these people would definitely be bandits. According to Jiang Minghao’s temper, he had to carry explosives and die together, but he still chose to endure it. By the end of the internship, he left the army justifiably. If he drops out now, he really can't imagine grandpa's disappointed eyes, but as long as he graduates and is assigned, then it can be said that it is a school arrangement, and grandpa naturally has nothing to say.
This is also the end point of his desire to get rid of the shadow of a soldier in the past 22 years. For the hope in his heart, what reason does Jiang Minghao have to continue to show off his public personality? Low-key, low-key, then low-key, tolerate, tolerate it.
Jiang Minghao was like a spinning top. He was photographed by this group of people, but he still had a smile on his face and a sincere look. He continued to nod and bow his waist to apologize and flatter him. Finally, they were tired of playing and threw him in the barracks. Besides, the company commander said:
"It's too cold in the room. You can take a good tan outside to warm up. Come in when it gets dark."
In the border town in August, the outdoor temperature was nearly 40 degrees, warmer than your uncle, and the barbecue was almost the same. Jiang Minghao stood outside the barracks blankly, looking at the rucksack being kicked far away, shook his head helplessly, step by step Approaching the rucksack, sat down, and cursed to himself:
"Fucking your grandpa and grandma's grandfather, pretending to be grandson is really fucking tired."
"Young man, have you been bullied?"
At this moment, an old voice came from behind. Jiang Minghao looked back and saw an old man in his fifties, wearing a camouflage uniform and a white apron. The shoulders were empty. There was no epaulettes. But look at his. It looks like it should be an old man in the cooking class.
"Since I am going to be a grandson, I have to be bullied, right?"
Jiang Minghao said with a smile, as if he didn't take the matter just now in his mind at all. If it were someone else, he would definitely curse this kid as a soft guy and a stubborn soldier, but the old man in the cooking class looked at him with a smile. I don't know whether it was approval or sarcasm, and he said softly, "It's a damn kind of kind."
"Hey..."
When Jiang Minghao heard the old man's words, he smiled and took out a cigarette to light it, and smoked it on his own. In his opinion, he couldn't live with this group of people after being kicked in the head by a donkey!
They have only eleven people, exactly one squad, and they dare to monopolize the establishment of a company. Are they treating the Border City Military Region as their own home, or is he blind, Commander Long Zhiwen? The only explanation is that these eleven guys have very deep backgrounds. This is one of them. The second is that even if this group of people have backgrounds, Long Zhiwen will not be so stupid that this group of second generation ancestors will be treated exclusively by one company. Other soldiers have been dispatched, and in order to cure them, they must have been fierce, but what is the end result? This spy company is still eleven, why? I was bullied and left!
Since the purpose of coming here is to get an internship, why can't you get along with this group of people? When I really lack arms and legs, Commander Long can still compensate? Just pretend to be grandson! As long as the uncle can take off this uniform, you love it.