The Ministry of Defense has never had any new tasks. The seven groups have been staying in the barracks, burying their heads in training, and living the same life day after day. Even Xiong Linquan, who is full of hormones and abuse factors, begins to feel bored.
Except for the red-eyed killing in front of the position, the hair standing upright by the tragic death of the comrades in arms, or the drinking of too much wine during the pre-war mobilization, otherwise no one would be willing to go to the front line full of death again, just This kind of waiting really tormented the nerves of the players who were getting tougher day by day.
So when it was a rare cloudy day in the Sunset State, the brutal Jagged training in the seven groups of barracks also ushered in a rare holiday.
Some team members began to get together to play cards and make small bets, while others lay in the hammock under the tree and listened to songs. On the beach by the sea, ready to use the eyes of the hot Ruo Dalin machine gun to stun those Xilin girls with swimsuit marks on their youthful bodies.
Forty minutes later, the group returned to the barracks dejectedly, and began to look for leisure activities that they could barely accept. The reason is very simple: today is a rare cloudy day in the sunset state, the seaside is windy and dank and cold, all the beautiful girls in swimsuits. They probably stayed at home.
Lan Xiaolong kept babbling in that acerbic literary tone, walked to Magnolia angrily, touched a cigarette and lit it in his mouth, frowned suddenly, looked at the door and sat on the marching bench. Xu Le, who was in a daze, asked Magnolia, "Why has the head of our family turned into a statue again? Does he think his little eyes are very classically attractive?"
The team members called Xu Le a lot. Some called him the chief, and most of them called him the leader. Only Bai Yulan kept sticking to the name he used to call him many years ago, calling him the boss or the little boss. He probably always remembered the ten million Bank card.
"The boss received a very strange congratulatory message, so I have a headache." Magnolia said softly.
"Congratulations? This is a good thing. Is it from Command Ship 163 or from the headquarters? Don't tell me it's the Ministry of Defense." Lan Xiaolong said in surprise.
"Neither." Magnolia picked up her fine hair rippling on her forehead and said softly, "Qinglong Mountain."
The cigarette trembled between Lan Xiaolong's lips, but fortunately it didn't fall to the ground and fell into the dust, he was shocked for a while before he could speak: "Shut up the fucking anti-government military shit? Qinglongshan thinks that our head Had a few legs with their beautiful female guerrilla, let's count them as troops? That's fucking ridiculous isn't it?"
Magnolia shrugged like him and said, "It's really ridiculous."
"Where are all the weird words coming from?" Xu Le scratched his swollen eyebrows, stood up with annoyed expression, and said to Lan Xiaolong: "I must declare that this congratulatory message from the Central Committee of Qinglong Mountain is not For me personally, but for us this... uh."
He looked down at the content of the congratulatory message on the military mobile phone, and said, "The heroic group of heroes? The Seventh Group of Nutshells."
"Hearing this drama tone, I finally confirmed that this congratulatory message is from Qinglong Mountain." Lan Xiaolong made a serious judgment.
"Anyway, it's an honor." Xu Le handed the phone to Magnolia and said, "Since it's a congratulatory message for our seven groups, you should read it to the big guy."
"I'm good at this kind of thing. I was the main force of the drama club at school." Lan Xiaolong grabbed the phone from Magnolia, shrugged and said, "In such a boring day, reading some boring words can be regarded as a pass. The boring method of time."
"All assembly!"
He chased away a few poker players, stood on the table, and shouted to the surrounding: "Don't panic, this is not a drill, but it's not for you to go to war, just a strange congratulatory message to read to you."
The team members in the camp laughed collectively, and then gathered around.
Xu Le didn't go there. He sat alone on the marching bench with a cigarette in his mouth, squinting at the rarely seen gray sky, he couldn't help thinking of the unchanging sky in his hometown of Donglin for thousands of years.
Over there, Lan Xiaolong's extremely exaggerated chanting of congratulatory messages and the happy laughing voices of the team members came. There was also a smile on his face, but then he didn't know where his thoughts were drifting.
It has been a long time since he came to the front line. He has received a lot of emails from the capital star circle, Zou Yu, Jian Shuier, Xiao Xigua, Shang Qiu, Li Xiaotong... and the beautiful Miss Nan Xiangmei, and even the Wangdu Apartment Owners Committee He has sent a warm letter, but he has never received a letter from Zhang Xiaomeng.
This can no longer make him feel lost or depressed, but for some reason, he is always a little unhappy. It is rare to receive an email from her today, but it turned out to be a weird congratulatory message from the Central Committee of Qinglong Mountain. Thinking of this, he There was a wry smile on the corner of his lips.
His smile suddenly froze, and he turned his head suddenly. Hearing the voice over there, he stood up angrily and shouted loudly, "Don't read my private emails!"
"Xu Le, hello, this is the seventh letter I wrote to you. In the previous letter, I mentioned that I was working in the S2 Peace Reconstruction Foundation. Of course, don't get me wrong, this foundation is closely related to Medellin. That doesn't have anything to do with that. I studied education in college, and now I'm working as a teacher in a village near Qinglong Mountain in Oak State, and I just wanted to share with you some of the joy of being in the quiet company of those kids."
"I know that these letters can be sent to your mailbox, so please don't pretend that you haven't received them. Although I know that your life may be very busy and busy on the front line, I think, even if you set up a mailbox to automatically return, I may It will be a bit of joy.”
The camp room was filled with cheers and a few whistles, mixed with whispers.
"I have six months to go back to the capital for my teaching aid work. I don't know when you will be able to go back to S1. I really hope to have the opportunity to meet each other at that time, because I don't want a documentary that can only be broadcast on the news channel forever. I saw your figure in the middle of the night, although you and the seven groups of soldiers in the smoke of the battlefield always brought tears to my eyes and many of my peers... But you are wearing sunglasses and can't see your eyes. "
There was a wolf howl and a whistle rising into the sky in the camp room, mixed with excited swear words.
"Finally, I want to say that I have never really tried to ask a person of the opposite sex to give me a brief response so unreasonably and disrespectfully, and I am really ashamed, but as I repeated at the end of my first six letters, remember Did I say something to you by the woods at Wood Valley Manor?… I miss your Southern Prime Minister.”
"Don't panic! There's a blushing emoji at the end."
The camp room was instantly blown up, and Lan Xiaolong's excited and smirking voice was still so clear in the roar of the team members.
Xu Le, who is capable of fighting thousands of troops, was helplessly stopped by his teammates today. He shouted angrily, but no one paid any attention to him.
"Damn it, these guys are not as fierce on the battlefield as they are today." Xu Le, who was pushed out by the team members again, looked embarrassedly at the team members who were listening to his personal letter, and made accusations angrily.
"That's because the imperial people on the battlefield are definitely not as attractive to them as these letters."
The moving white Magnolia patted his shoulder comfortingly, and suddenly remembered something, she frowned and asked, "Nan Xiang? Last time you were on the top of Gray Peak, you said you liked her too... She, that's it. a girl?"
Xu Le paused and then explained: "That was a last word. I thought I was dead at the time, and of course I hoped that she would feel more comfortable after her death."
"The question is whether you like her or not." Magnolia looked into his eyes and asked softly like an emotional columnist.
Xu Le lowered his eyes slightly and kept silent, thinking that his biggest problem now is that he doesn't know who to like.
"Attention! This email is signed by Zou Yu, do you know who this is? The jewel in the palm of our great Minister Zou Yingxing!"
Xu Le has lost the energy to stop this farce. He stared hard at Lan Xiaolong, who was drooling on the poker table. He wondered which military discipline should be used to punish this person later. The email did not involve his or others' secrets, so the team members had to enjoy the rare carnival after thinking about it.
Zou Yu's letter was as succinct and cold as the red-clothed girl's mother. There were not many words, but it hit the spot: "If you die, please reply and tell me. If you die, don't tell me. Remember to stay away from death."
Lan Xiaolong and the team members were stunned, thinking that the daughter of the Minister of Defense is really not unconventional, even the small grudges between lovers can be expressed so magnificently and fiercely.
Xu Le was too lazy to pay attention to these guys' deliberate misinterpretation, but suddenly thought of the next email in his phone, his pupils shrank nervously, just when he was about to stop this happening at all costs, he realized that it was too late.
This is a video email. Lan Xiaolong turned on the external light curtain of the mobile phone. The next moment, all the team members in the barracks saw the picture on the light curtain and took a deep breath.
It was an extremely beautiful red lip that exaggeratedly occupied the entire light curtain.
The owner of the red lips pulled away from the camera, revealing a perfect face that all men in the Federation knew. The national girl Jian Shui'er smiled tenderly, her eyes narrowed cutely into two crescents, and said crisply: "Xu Le, this is To cheer you on, come back early."
The team members recognized this face, and when they heard this sentence, the collective deep breath suddenly became extremely strong, like the hollow of the Nutshell Engineering Department, and the sound was muffled.
Everyone in the seven groups knew that there was a vigorous scandal between the boss and the national girl, but today, seeing the naked evidence with their own eyes, their feelings are naturally very different.
After the video mail was played, after a deadly silence, everyone turned around collectively and nailed Xu Le to the ground with shock, envy, admiration and jealousy.
Xu Le straightened his chest hard, and suddenly found two sneaky figures around the crowd, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and said in a cold voice, "This part is pinched, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
The filming duo from the Jinxing Documentary Factory have been fighting with the seven groups for a long time, and the team members have long been accustomed to the existence of each other. The reporter and host who is said to be bound to win numerous awards for the documentary "Seven Groups", keenly discovered such a great material today, how could he let it go easily, and has been secretly taking pictures in secret.
The film crew knew Xu Le's character very well, so they pulled out the data bar very sadly and helplessly.
At this moment, the electronic monitoring equipment arranged by Gu Xifeng around the camp suddenly began to scream continuously, the ground began to tremble, and strange echoes appeared in the air. The quick-responding team members immediately ran to the armory.
"It can't be an imperial call." Xu Le said with a frown.
"Yeah." Bai Yulan put her right hand in her trouser pocket and held the delicate thorn handle.
"Then what happened?" Xu Le's eyes narrowed again.