Soldier Assault Commander

Chapter 242

242 steel seven dinner

Fade Chen stood still.

The people in Class [-] stood neatly in a row without moving.

Fade Chen quietly watched Yuan Lang go further and further.

The people in Class [-], including Chengcai and Xu Sanduo, also watched Yuan Lang's car drift away until it disappeared from sight.

When Yuan Lang, the deputy regimental officer, left, everyone in Squad [-] was secretly relieved.

"Disband!" Fade Chen turned his eyes back and shouted at the brothers in Class Eight.

But everyone stood still.

Fade Chen didn't bother to care about everyone anymore, so he turned and walked in another direction.

"Squad leader." Xu Sanduo shouted.

But Fade Chen just waved his hands and didn't speak, so he turned around and left.

Chengcai patted Xu Sanduo and left.

Ma Chao patted Xu Sanduo on the other shoulder and left.

The others also left one after another, and in the end, only Xu Sanduo was left.

Xu Sanduo then stood beside the chariot in a daze.

The camp gradually became lively, but the most lively was the cooking class.

They were busy in the cooking truck, and their voices were loud, and many people could hear their yelling, as if they were not cooking at this time, but participating in an exercise.

In contrast, the soldiers participating in the confrontation now have a relaxed expression, lazy and listless, and the sound of harmonicas and guitars can be heard from some barracks.

For the soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company, it is really unbelievable that one day they can wait for dinner with nothing to do.

Xu Sanduo finally stopped standing like a log, and began to search for success from tent to tent.

But Cheng Cai was sitting behind the chariot cleaning his sniper rifle.

So Xu Sanduo searched for a long time before finding Chengcai. After finding Chengcai, Xu Sanduo found that he didn't know what to say.

Chengcai also found Xu Sanduo, and also found Xu Sanduo's embarrassment, so he raised his [-] sniper: "Third idiot, look, is it beautiful?"

He fiddled with the slender rifle lovingly, and wiped away a speck of dust that no one could feel except him.

Xu Sanduo praised the gun sincerely: "Chengcai, your gun is so beautiful!"

Chengcai grinned.

"But I think the [-] sniper of the lieutenant colonel is more beautiful."

The smile on Chengcai's face froze. At first he was a little dissatisfied, but after a while, he sighed: "His [-] sniper is indeed more beautiful, three idiots, when he said to give you those guns, you It should be accepted."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the gun was really prettier than the Eight-Five Sniper, and the more he thought about it, the more he liked it, and the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to own one.

At this moment, not far away, a melodious sound of a harmonica came. I don’t know who played it. It was a bit sentimental. For some reason, Cheng Cai and Xu Sanduo suddenly felt homesick.

Listening to those guitars and singing in the twilight, Chengcai's eyes were blurred, and he wanted to cry.

"It's really nice." Chengcai said, "I've always wanted to learn, and sometimes I dreamed that I was learning, but when I woke up, I knew I didn't have time. I'm a sniper, and if I want to be a sniper, I have to be the best sniper."

He touched the gun in his hand and said: "I spend all my time on him. Every time I want to play the guitar, I think, I am the best gun of all people, and I am still the best. But I saw that lieutenant colonel with a gun a while back... and watched him use a gun..."

He imitated Yuan Lang's posture with a gun in a daze. For a shooter who was pretentious, it was a nightmare. Another shooter's sniping from hundreds of meters away was as easy and fast as shooting with a pistol within ten meters. Chengcai only met him once, and he felt that his dream of becoming the best sniper was hopeless.

The more you think about becoming a talent, the more frustrated you become, and the more you think about it, the more sad you become.

He has always thought that his sniping is good, and he is a little complacent in many cases. Even compared with the extra-large group of people, he has never been so depressed, but he saw Yuan Lang using a gun.
He suddenly felt that it was a bit inappropriate for him to regard the sniper as his dream.

"Xu Sanduo, tell me, am I wrong, am I not actually made to be a sniper at all?"

"How could it be? Chengcai, your sniping is really good. Of course that lieutenant colonel is better than you, but he is a member of the special brigade of the military region. He is still a lieutenant colonel. He should be better than you. If he You are not even as good as you, that is the scariest thing, becoming a talent, didn't the squad leader say that, in this life of a soldier, you are either competing with your opponent or on the way to prepare to compete with your opponent. Now you are just seeing another Just a new opponent."

Xu Sanduo persuaded somewhat lamely.

The sun sets and dusk falls.

Lights came on in the cluster of barracks.

The banquet of Steel Qilian has officially begun.

This time the dinner was held at the side of the parking lot under the open sky, and several headlights were turned to this side for illumination, which added a bit of gold and iron horse atmosphere to the dinner.

The chief of staff Zhangluo led the cooking soldiers to bring up the dishes in steel food boxes one by one. There was nothing good about it, but enough meat and wine, full of field army habits.

Gao Cheng held up the lunch box containing wine to his company of soldiers.

In the twilight, the soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company looked a bit depressed, because the Seventh Company had never suffered such a defeat. In this battle, the Seventh Steel Company was basically disabled.

Gao Cheng didn't know what to say, and raised his hand without moving for a long time.

"Brothers of Qilian!" At some point, Gao Cheng yelled violently.

"Here!" All the soldiers of the company responded in unison.

"I thought I wouldn't know how to eat. What kind of food will I have if I lose a battle?" Gao Cheng said, "But the instructor said that if you lose a battle, you have to eat especially to boost morale."

Hong Xingguo on the side felt that it was not good to say so, so he stabbed him secretly, but Gao Cheng was unmoved.

"Then it will! The morale of the Seventh Steel Company has been rising for more than 50 years. Is the morale of the Seventh Steel Company still need to be boosted?"

"No need!" The whole company's soldiers seemed to be blown up.

Hong Xingguo was happy, and nodded to Gao Cheng.

Gao Cheng picked up the lunch box and continued: "So I suggest that for the first glass of wine, let's have a drink for the defeat! We have to drink this glass of wine whether we can drink it or not, because we don't want to fight the defeat, but we have already fought! It is not that Steel Seventh Company has never lost a battle in its history, but every defeat lays the foundation for a great victory in the next few decades. Therefore, this defeat is not shameful, and we will win all battles in the future! Seven Lian's brothers, drink—"

Hong Xingguo pulled Gaocheng's sleeve again, but Gaocheng was already gulping down his neck, Hong Xingguo had no choice but to drink too.

In an instant, there was the sound of drinking in the whole company.

"The second cup of wine, drink a cup for victory. This cup is only for those who have the confidence to win the battle. If you don't have confidence, don't drink it! Brothers who are confident and win the battle in the future, drink——

Gao Cheng drank it all in one go.

"drink--"

All the soldiers of Steel No. [-] Company stood up, and there was no one who didn't drink, and another burst of drinking.

It is said to be two glasses, but it is actually two lunch boxes. One lunch box is one bottle and one-third of it. After two sips of more than two bottles, many people have already started shaking.

Hong Xingguo was the first to shake.

Of course Gao Cheng also shook.

Gao Cheng asked in his ear: "Instructor, I didn't say anything I shouldn't have said, did I?"

Hong Xingguo shook his head and said, "No."

Gao Cheng said, "Then you should say a few words."

Hong Xingguo picked up the lunch box without hesitation: "This is the third cup...the third cup, everyone, clear your stomach, fill your stomach with something, and drink what you can!"

(End of this chapter)