Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 212 It feels so good to be home

"Listen, the horn of a new journey is blowing."

"The goal of a strong army calls to mind the front."

"If the country wants to be strong, we must take responsibility."

"The battle flag is filled with iron-blooded glory."

"Soldiers..."

Amidst the green mountains and clear waters, a row of troop carriers were moving forward at a snail's pace on the mountain road.

In the truck bed, the soldiers of the Steel Knife Company were in high spirits and singing loudly.

While enjoying the beautiful scenery outside, he sang with great enthusiasm.

Although the training time was not long, it felt like several months to everyone.

First, he disrupted the selection of special forces as a third party.

Then I went through the horrible Devil Week training.

Especially the soldiers who participated in the secret rescue operation felt like they had escaped death.

To be honest, the natural scenery of Southeast Asia is quite nice, but it is still far behind the beautiful mountains and rivers of our motherland.

Moreover, only in such a safe and stable environment can people truly feel at ease.

But some people are happy and some are sad.

Because at this moment, behind each troop carrier, there was a large group of people following.

These are the people who were a little slow during the emergency assembly at night and failed to meet the passing standards.

"We ran all the way, and they sang all the way. It was so infuriating."

Niu Tiejun ran forward like an old man, hunched over and stumbling.

Lu Xiaoguang next to him said breathlessly: "It's our fault that we were a step behind. If we had gathered earlier, we could have sung up there too."

Niu Tiejun looked miserable: "Damn it, if I had known I wouldn't have slept so deeply, this loss is too great..."

"Niu Tiejun, what are you blabbering about? Do you have to talk while running, huh?"

At the rear of the carriage, Ge Zhiyong was holding a large loudspeaker in his hand, staring at him like a pair of piercing eyes.

Niu Tiejun didn't dare to say anything, so he quickly closed his mouth and increased his speed.

Ge Zhiyong took advantage of the situation and opened fire on the soldiers who were following the vehicle.

The people sitting in the carriage saw it and were happy.

I immediately felt that the hard bed had turned into a high-end and comfortable soft sleeper.

After all, watching others suffer is a very happy thing.

"parking!"

Ge Zhiyong shouted, and the troop carrier finally stopped slowly by the roadside.

The person running behind was breathing heavily and was soaked with sweat.

At this moment, Ge Zhiyong suddenly pointed his finger at the people in the car: "You've been singing all the way. Are you happy and comfortable? Do you really think you're here for a sightseeing trip?"

"Wouldn't your bottoms and your conscience hurt if you watched your comrades suffer?"

"The army is a collective. There's no such thing as some people suffering while others enjoy comfort."

"Now, those who are running down there, get on the bus and rest, and those who are sitting in the bus, get off and run."

Upon hearing this, the smiles on Wu Jin and others' faces all stopped abruptly.

You played these two-level reversals too well.

Originally, when we gathered at night, it was said that those who failed could only run back.

After all the fuss, no matter whether you passed or not, you have to run back, but each person only runs half the distance.

What a big lie!

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!"

Under Ge Zhiyong's loud urging, everyone got off the car reluctantly.

The people below climbed onto the bus with a smile on their faces and sat down in the car.

"I used to think trucks were hard and hurt my butt, but now they suddenly feel so comfortable."

"Hey, you know what, I feel the same way. This is simply first class."

Niu Tiejun twisted his buttocks and found the most comfortable sitting position.

He didn't forget to wave at the people below and blow them a few kisses.

The people below all made friendly international gestures towards them.

"drive!"

At Ge Zhiyong's command, the car started again.

The people behind immediately formed a long queue and ran behind the car, panting.

The way back is at least fifty kilometers long. Running such a long distance fully armed is a test for everyone.

Qin Feng adjusted his breathing rhythm and ran at the front of the team.

Originally, he could sit in the car.

But his butt was sore from sitting all the way, so he took the initiative to get off and run with everyone.

Looking at Qin Feng who was at the front of the team and leading everyone to run together, Ge Zhiyong also showed a gratified smile on his face.

This kid can always play a good leading role no matter what time it is.

If every soldier could be as self-conscious and outstanding as Qin Feng, how awesome would the Steel Knife Company be?

Ge Zhiyong sighed inwardly, then looked at Niu Tiejun and Lu Xiaoguang and scolded them, "They were talking so loudly down there just now, but why are they so quiet now? Sing a song to cheer them up!"

"okay!"

Niu Tiejun volunteered to stand up and act as the commander.

He even pretended to be serious and bowed to the people backstage, as if he was performing on stage.

"Next, we will bring you a well-known and popular song."

He cleared his throat and turned around.

He grabbed the air with both hands and began to swing them as if he was holding a baton.

"The cold wind blows the fallen leaves, the army is a green flower. Dear comrades, don't miss home, don't miss your mother... Get ready to sing!"

"The cold wind blows..."

The people in the carriage were so affectionate that they hadn't even finished singing a single sentence.

There was a lot of cursing outside, and then more than a dozen kettles were thrown in.

Even Ge Zhiyong was accidentally injured by a heavily damaged kettle.

"Which bastard smashed it? Which bastard threw the kettle?"

Ge Zhiyong held the kettle, covered his red and swollen forehead, and cursed with saliva flying.

Qin Feng shrank his neck, slowed down a little and hid in the crowd, thinking in his heart, "You can't see me, you can't see me..."

......

Two hours later, the car finally returned to the Steel Knife Company camp.

When his feet stepped on the ground in the water, Qin Feng really felt like a wanderer returning home.

Their mood was completely different from when they were carrying out the mission in Jinshan Cape.

The familiar training ground, the familiar barracks, the familiar trees and flower beds, everything makes people feel so at ease.

Instructor Guo Haitao trotted over and saw Ge Zhiyong, Qin Feng and others returning safely, his face full of joy.

"It's good that you're back safely, it's good that you're all back."

"Everyone, put your things back in the dormitory and go to the bathhouse to take a shower to get rid of the bad luck. Then we'll prepare to go to the cafeteria for dinner."

"Zhao Pengfei, let's keep it simple for lunch. Cook some noodles and a few dishes. Don't use dried noodles, use hand-rolled ones."

"okay."

In order to save time, the whole team was not gathered.

After getting off the bus, everyone went straight to their respective dormitories.

Zhao Pengfei led a group of logistics people and quickly ran towards the cafeteria.

Eat dumplings when you get on the bus and noodles when you get off. This tradition cannot be lost.

After coming back from outside, a bowl of noodles is all about having a smooth journey.

After Qin Feng put his things away, he took a towel and soap and went to the bathhouse to take a bath.

Unlike the recruit company, the infrastructure after joining the company is still very good, and you can take a shower once or twice a week.

The hot water falling from the shower head washed away Qin Feng's fatigue of the past few days and made him relax completely.

"Qin Feng, what level of merit do you think we can get this time?"

Tang Lei came over to borrow a soap and asked casually.

Qin Feng smiled and shook his head: "I'm not sure, but I guess we should get a second-class collective merit, right?"

"Huh?" Liu Yong, who was washing his hair, stopped immediately and turned around in surprise. "It's only a second-class collective merit. We almost lost our lives several times. It should be at least a first-class collective merit, right?"

Everyone was chatting happily while washing.

In the cafeteria, Zhao Pengfei was also busy leading Chen Sanxi and others.

Standing his last shift in the logistics department.

At this moment, two black Audi cars were driving up to the door of Gangdao Company one after another.

The sentry at the gate saw the military license plate on the car and saluted and let it pass.

The car slowly drove into the camp, and Army Commander Wei Shanhe in the back seat had a smile on his face.

And in the black briefcase beside him, quietly lying was a golden second-class medal of honor and two shoulder straps with three stars each...

[Sorry to bother you~ Qin Feng is about to be promoted. Does anyone want to give him a free gift to help him go further and stand taller?]