Fengcheng old events

Chapter 279 What the fuck are you waiting for?
midnight.

Zhang Xingjun came out of the toilet in a daze, and took advantage of the bright 'night' to return to the tent.

I don't know what sounds come from the woods from time to time, there are animal calls, birds calls, and wind sounds. Anyway, everyone is used to it, and they won't be afraid.

When I got to the front of the tent, I pulled it, but didn't pull it.

Try again, it still won't work.Zhang Xingjun came to his senses, he was bolted from the inside.

Zhang Xingjun knew who did it without even thinking about it.

It was the Jilin veteran in the tent, who was always acting like a squad leader, always trying to take advantage of the new recruits.The recruits are fat. They just came out of the house and brought a lot of things and money.

But this old soldier was unlucky, he was assigned to Zhang Xingjun's tent, all of them were soldiers from Bengang, and to be honest, they were all quarrels with some family background who were not afraid of anything at all, and they didn't take this veteran seriously.

With a bang, Zhang Xingjun kicked open the tent door.

The veteran slept in the first bunk of the tent, and was looking over with his head tilted. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, he was kicked in the face, and he fell to the side with the bed.

Zhang Xingjun used to be punched and kicked all the time, but now he can find an outlet for his unhappiness from the tiredness he has suffered these days.

"What's wrong with Xingjun?" The recruits surrounded him.

"I went to the bathroom, and this fucker locked the door."

"Fuck, it should be cut. Kiba has long disliked him."

"Forget it, this is the army, the recruits."

The veteran took advantage of this swaying skill and ran out rolling and crawling.

The entire camp was alarmed, and the recruits and veterans all got out of the tents to see the situation.

Veterans also have comrades-in-arms. After running over, a group of veterans gathered and ran over with shovels.

The troops are full of violent tempers, this is a man's world, who will obey whom?

"What is this going to do?" A recruit on Zhang Xingjun's side looked at the menacing approach and sighed a little: "It's quite spectacular, but I don't have time to fight like this. Come on brothers, what are you waiting for?"

There was nothing in the tent, so Zhang Xingjun kicked the bed away and pulled a bed board. The comrades were learned and well behaved, and everyone greeted them with the bed board.

"what happened?"

"We started fighting with veterans. We belong to Bengang."

"Fuck, these veterans must be bullying us newcomers again."

"Fuck him, give Kiba a veteran."

"Do it." Usually these recruits hold some resentment towards the veterans, but this is an opportunity.

When this group of veterans came close, two or three hundred new recruits from Bengang surrounded them, and the veterans over there saw that the situation was not good and began to greet them loudly, and the veterans also began to gather here.

Seeing that a group fight between new and old soldiers is about to start.

Beep~~, the whistle sounded.

"What are you doing? Stand still. The new barracks, all squat down. All squat down for me."

The battalion commander shouted and ran to this side while wearing a piece of clothing, and the regiment commander over there was also alarmed.

"What are you doing? Bombing the camp? Are you going to die?" The supervision team (pickets) blew their whistles and gathered here, feeling a little panicked for a while.

"What's going on?" The battalion commander ran up to him and asked loudly, observing the situation.

"They veterans bully recruits."

"Yes, grab my cigarettes, and scold me if you don't give them to him."

"We have to do all the work, and they will be lazy." The recruits began to complain noisily.

"What's going on today? Who took the lead?"

"Me." Zhang Xingjun threw away the bed board and took a step forward: "I went out to use the bathroom, but he locked the door inside and wouldn't open it." He pointed at the veteran.

The battalion commander turned his head and took a look: "Then what's going on? Just lock the door and hundreds of people will lock it?"

"No, he ran to find these veterans, look at them, the shovel is messed up. We can't stand up and be beaten, can we?"

"Okay, let's put down the things in our hands and return to the camp as a whole team. Is there still less work in one day? Are you not tired? Tomorrow, all the tasks will be doubled."

The recruits were wailing, and everyone threw away what they were holding and went back to the tent. Zhang Xingjun and his side were the worst, the beds were torn down, and they had to carry them back to make the bed.

The veterans who took the lead over there were taken directly to the battalion headquarters. Anyway, this Jilin soldier hadn't returned to his tent since that night.

The next day, as if nothing happened, I got up, washed, ate, and went to work.

However, the workload is really increased, and the working time is obviously longer than usual.

The recruits became more united, everyone laughed and helped each other, and they all found a backbone, and Zhang Xingjun became famous.

"What kind of tree is this? Have Xingjun seen it?"

"You haven't seen me where? It's as if you and I don't come from the same place."

In front of a few people is a huge tree, the kind that two or three people hug together, the height does not reach the top.

"What kind of tree is it? Shouldn't it be brought down? Come to work." Several people started working with saws.

"Hey, this tree is very fragrant, and this last seed smells good. You can smell it."

Several people came together and grabbed some sawdust and smelled it: "It's really fragrant, and it's not stuffy, it's quite comfortable."

"Hey, how about getting some back and burning it in the tent at night? You idiots also have terribly stinky feet."

"You're an idiot. When you fall asleep tonight, I'll put a sock in your mouth."

"Fuck, don't you talk about everything, Kiba, can I still fall asleep today? I didn't sleep well in the first place."

"Do you feel it? This tree is so thick, it's light to cut down, it doesn't seem to have any strength at all."

"Well, it's really light. Isn't it hollow? It doesn't feel solid."

"What are you doing with so much nonsense? Use your strength, and you'll know if you fall down."

When the big tree fell, a few people were dumbfounded, it was solid.

"Oh my god, what the hell, what kind of tree is this? A sponge tree?"

"You lie down and smell it, it's so fragrant, overbearing, this smell."

"What are you guys doing? Is the work done?"

"Platoon leader, come over and have a look. This tree is so thick that it fell down lightly. It smells delicious. What kind of tree is this?"

"Ah?" The platoon leader ran over to look and smell it: "What kind of tree is this?"

"We asked you, aren't you the platoon leader?" Several people and the platoon leader looked at each other.

"It doesn't matter what kind of tree it is, what kind of tree has nothing to do with you. Work." The platoon leader waved his hand, turned and ran away.

Several people looked at each other, and they were all happy. They removed the branches of the tree and tidied them up, and continued to put the tree.

The platoon leader here ran to report, and after a while someone came and carried the tree away.

The tree looked so thick, but it turned out to be quite light, and several people lifted it up.I didn't figure out what kind of tree it was until the end.

"Hey, have you heard? The third regiment has hit a bear, and there are blind bears in this forest."

"Damn, so fierce? Isn't that tricky to handle? If the few of us meet, the possibility of turning into dung is the greatest."

"It's not necessarily true. You beat the old master to death with random punches. You are blinded by the story."

(End of this chapter)