Ballistic Silence of Special Years

In those few days, people left the Silian every day.

Every morning, there are cars to pick up people and go to the new company.

Or leave the army, change jobs, and send them to the station.

Standing in Li Zheng's life experience has never been tried.

He is no stranger to parting.

When he woke up in the hospital that year, his grandmother and the doctor didn't tell him the truth about his parents' death.

After ten days or so, his body recovered, and the matter could not be concealed anymore. A group of people entered the ward and stood in front of the window. Grandma sat down and hesitated for a long time, and finally burst into tears before she could say anything.

Also, when he was in high school, he was admitted to college.

After the college entrance examination, a few good friends gathered together, made an exception and drank beer, looking forward to the future, someone shouted: "Ten years later, no matter where we are, we must remember this time and gather again!"

And this time is different.

Parents leave, it is a scar in the bottom of my heart, permanent.

The classmates parted, it was a can of old wine buried in memory, and it would be unsealed one day sooner or later.

But this time, watching a comrade-in-arms leave and repeat the same experience every day, it seems like a long time.

In fact, he felt that Hou Jun was even more uncomfortable.

All the soldiers in a row are brought out by him, no matter old or new.

Speaking of feelings, he has a deeper relationship with those soldiers than Li Zhenglai.

Especially on the day the company commander Xie Dong left, the whole company came out to see him off.

In fact, I don't know if it is considered a full company, because half of the people have left.

After sending Xie Dong off, Hou Jun blew the rally whistle again, took out the rest of the recruits in the platoon, and ran around the mountain road for a full ten kilometers with their rucksacks on their backs.

Ten kilometers is very tiring, and the recruits have suffered enough.

At the end of the run, those with poor physical fitness like the little white-faced Jiang Rong were almost carried back by someone.

But no one objected.

No one complained.

It's good to run ten kilometers.

This was the first time that Li Zheng felt that this was not bad.

After all, I'm tired and sleepy, so I don't have so much energy to think about it when I come back.

In those days, the amount of training was several times larger than before.

If you finish your physical fitness, you can do professional training, and then you can do physical fitness after professional training, or you will have to memorize all kinds of weapons and elements. Members of the sniper squad like Li Zheng have to wear rice grains and memorize sniper formulas.

That day, Hou Jun took his platoon with only one-third of its strength to the shooting range to practice shooting. While the soldiers were practicing, he sat in the grass behind him and watched quietly.

Suddenly, he felt someone behind him, turned around subconsciously, but saw solemnity.

His eyes bypassed the solemnity and looked into the distance.

The stately jeep was parked on the grass at the entrance to the range, and the driver was nowhere in sight, apparently having driven himself over.

Zhuang Yan didn't say a word, and sat down directly beside Hou Jun.

"How long have you practiced with the rifle?"

Hou Jun didn't expect that Zhuang Yan would ask him such a question directly, he was slightly startled and replied: "Three practiced."

Zhuang Yan said: "For the ordinary infantry company, it is enough, but the elite infantry company is not up to the standard. Do you know how many rifle exercises the elite infantry has?"

Hou Jun said, "Five."

Yan Yan shook his head: "Actually, there are six in total. One is for the special archer assessment, and ordinary people can't use it."

Hou Jun said: "Which 400-meter bust target and 250-meter machine gun target are you talking about?"

Nod solemnly.

Hou Jun said again: "The excellent rate of these soldiers in the three shooting exercises has reached more than 90%. Your chief is really good at picking people."

The implication is that the soldiers left by the fourth company this time are not only young recruits, but also well-trained ones.

Solemnly said: "You know we're going to change to a special warfare brigade, right?"

Hou Jun nodded. He found that the word "we" was used solemnly. Obviously there was a deep meaning in it, but it was not convenient for him to ask.

Seeing that he was silent, Zhuang Yan asked again, "Do you like being a special soldier?"

Hou Junbing didn't answer directly, but raised his chin to the recruits in the distance and said, "The recruits like it very much."

After finishing speaking, I remembered one thing and asked again: "Our company has less than half of the people left. Which company will merge with us?"

Zhuang Yan stood up suddenly, patted the grass clippings stuck to his body, and said to Hou Jun, "Don't worry, you are good soldiers, and I will keep them for great use. As for who to merge with, you will know soon. , you are still a platoon leader. But promise me, the change of career in special warfare is different from that in infantry. It’s not shameful to go to the training as a recruit and ask for advice humbly.”

After speaking, he turned around and left without looking back.

The solemn words made Hou Jun feel a little foggy.

After going back, he savored it carefully and found that what Zhuang Yan said was indeed very reasonable.

He is not familiar with the special warfare major, and he has been exposed to some fur before. It was just a discussion of pure interest when he met soldiers from other special brigades during the training camp.

Now it's time to change to the Special Warfare Brigade. If I'm still acting as the platoon leader, I have to thoroughly understand the special warfare major no matter what.

Otherwise, it's not a big deal to lose face. Why is it that people who are said to be the fourth company just pee like this?
This, he cannot accept.

After all the people on the list were gone, the first news came that the candidate for the brigade commander of the Special Operations Brigade was announced, and Zhuang Yan would be appointed.

Hou Jun understood why Zhuang Yan used the word "we" this time.

If before, Zhuang Yan was just an officer sent by his superiors to the E division, now he is the commander of the special warfare brigade of the D group army.

And the "you will know soon" that Zhuang Yan said was not bluffing at all.

On the third day after talking with Hou Jun, the soldiers in the first row had just returned from running five kilometers when they saw a few large trucks parked on the cement road next to the basketball court of the fourth company from a distance, and many jumped out of the trucks wearing camouflage uniforms. , Soldiers with large rucksacks were moving various supplies and luggage from the car.

"Platoon leader, look!"

Fatty Wei was the first to call out.

"Someone is moving into our company."

After trotting all the way to the edge of the basketball court, Hou Jun recognized one of the corporals at a glance.

"Liu Tianwang!"

He called out to the corporal.

"Why are you here?"

The man turned his head and saw Hou Jun, and said with a smile: "Platoon Leader Hou, we will be comrades-in-arms of a company from now on!"

"What!?"

Hou Jun was a little confused.

Liu Tianwang is the nickname of this corporal, but in fact his name is Liu Yihui, and he was a squad leader of the armed reconnaissance company of the former E Division reconnaissance battalion.

Because he is good-looking, and he often claims to be handsome, when he was in the top training team, he was called "Liu Tianwang" by his teammates, which means he is as handsome as Andy Lau.

Liu Yihui walked up to Hou Jun, looked at the sweaty Hou Jun, and pointed to the direction of the barracks: "We will live in the same barracks from now on, and we will be comrades-in-arms in a proper company!"