Ballistic Silence of Special Years

On the second day after registering the personal specialty form, the little boy Jiang Xun was called to the company headquarters as soon as he came back from the exercises early in the morning.

There was an extra jeep at the entrance of the company, and it seemed that it came from the brigade headquarters.

Then, several soldiers from each platoon were called to the small conference room one after another, and they didn't come out for a long time.

While brushing his teeth and washing his face, Fatty Wei stretched out his head and kept looking in the direction of the company department. His mouth was full of foam and his eyes were full of doubts and he asked Li Zheng who was beside him: "I said Li Zheng, what do you think the little boy is called to the company department?" What's up?"

Li Zheng reckoned that this matter might have something to do with filling out the specialty form yesterday, but he couldn't tell why, so he shook his head and said that he didn't know either.

Zhang Jian on the side said: "You don't even know this? The Special Warfare Brigade has many technical battalions, such as drone battalions, or combat support battalions, which involve electronic warfare technology, intelligence analysis, and data processing. Jiang Rong is a technical battalion." The talent is probably going to be transferred there."

Fatty Wei was taken aback for a moment, and then said a little angrily, "I also have special skills! Why don't you recruit me to the technical camp?"

Zhang Jian sneered in a signature manner, and after humming twice, he said, "Just you? Dragon boat racing? Or drag racing to pick up girls? It's also thanks to your confidence in yourself. number?"

Fatty Wei got angry again when he said this, and he immediately retorted: "Hey! You have been ridiculing me for a long time, didn't you, old man, not be elected in Silian? Why are you laughing at fifty steps? Aren't you the queen of the gate? Didn't you start shooting with guns since the first day of junior high school? Why didn't you get selected?"

Zhang Jian said with a cold face: "I don't care about going to the technical battalion. I came to join the army to go to the combat company. I am good at military affairs. The special warfare battalion is the most suitable for me. I won't go anywhere!"

Fatty Wei said: "You can't outrun me for five kilometers, you can't beat Li Zheng with a gun, and you are the second child of a thousand years among the recruits. Who will you show me like a two-fifth to eighty-thousand? There is no knife in the whole body. Sharp ones, let's be half a catty, don't make fun of anyone."

One sentence choked Zhang Jian to death.

"Hey, hey, look! The little boy is back!"

Yang Hui pointed at the company and called out.

When everyone looked at it, they saw Xiaobai and his wife coming down from the company headquarters on the second floor with their heads drooping, and walking towards the door of the row room.

"Could it be that he wasn't selected!"

"From his expression, it seems that he was not selected and was eliminated."

"Go, go and have a look, just ask."

Everyone quickly rinsed their mouths, packed up their things and ran back to the row room.

As soon as I got to the door, I heard the little white-faced Jiang Rong crying inside, crying and saying: "Platoon leader, I don't want to part with you, I don't want to go to other battalions."

Then came Hou Jun's voice: "Cry! I've been a soldier for half a year, and I'm still pissing! The army is a place for men, not women! Hurry up, don't cry! Where are you going to be a soldier? Go to the support battalion, where your strengths will be brought into full play. Aren’t you the best at network security offense and defense and formation? Listen to the platoon leader, I know about you, bad luck, read I went to Pheasant University, which closed down, and you don’t even have a diploma. Look, your file still says you have a high school education. Now that we’re reorganizing from the brigade, you’re lucky. Go to the support camp and do a good job. Wouldn't it be better for you to go back to the local area and become an otaku if you do meritorious service or rely on your skills to get promoted in the future?"

The crying of the little white-faced Jiang Rong gradually became quieter and turned into a sob.

Hou Jun continued: "You are still immature, and you don't know what is good and what is bad. Seriously, I envy you, platoon leader. Do you think I don't want to learn technology or work in technical arms? I don't have that ability! We used to Company Commander Xie is the same age as me, so why am I still a soldier when he becomes the company commander? Isn’t it because I have a cultural disadvantage? I have been in the army for more than eight years, and now I can see clearly that our army is getting better and better. It is becoming more and more modernized, and it changes every year. Those of you who have the technology and ability should seize the opportunity. Let’s not talk about those who are tall, as far as your personal future is concerned, it is also the best. Staying here can contribute to the cause of national defense. Contribution, and you can realize your personal dream, I'm not talking about you, Jiang Yan, with your introverted personality, you can probably get away with technology in the army, but go outside and go to a big company to do technology, just those personnel You can't handle the relationship between them..."

Jiang Rong finally stopped sobbing, but he was still wiping away his tears: "Platoon Leader, I can't bear to part with you, nor my comrades here..."

The recruits outside the door listened, and then they understood.

It's not that Jiang Rong was not selected, but he cried when he was selected.

Li Zheng felt a little sour in his heart, an indescribable feeling.

Once the adaptation started, the separation was enough.

Company Commander Xie is gone, and the original platoon leaders have also left. Even in the platoons and squads, many comrades I know have gone to the Synthetic Brigade, or to other brigades. Now less than half of the soldiers in the old fourth company are left. .

When the time came, even the little boy Jiang Xing was about to leave.

"What are you still hiding outside to watch!"

Just when Li Zheng and the others were hiding outside the door and lowering their heads to feel sad, Hou Jun found out about these boys, so he shouted: "Come in and help Jiang Rong pack his things. He will leave later, right away, and the car will come in half an hour." .”

A few recruits came out from the corner outside the door, went into the row room to put away the washing tools, and then began to pack the bed and the things in the locker for the little white-faced Jiang Xing.

Fatty Wei was the most considerate, he sneakily opened the cabinet under his bed, took out a piece of soft Zhonghua near the top, and stuffed it into Jiang Rong's hand without saying a word.

Jiang Rong said, "Fatty, I don't smoke."

Fatty Wei still stuffed it hard, and said while stuffing it: "You don't smoke, who knows if you go there and your monitor smokes, it's good to get close."

Jiang Xing still refused, Hou Jun took Jiang Xing's front bag and rucksack from the small private room, and when he saw the Zhonghua cigarettes in Wei Fatty's hand, he went mad.

"Well, you Wei Guoxing, how dare you hide cigarettes?"

Fatty Wei was taken aback, and it was too late to take back the cigarette, so he could only squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying and said: "Platoon leader, I didn't keep it privately, it was brought back to me by the person I dragged the canteen the day before yesterday. I thought I’d give you a few packs if I smoked it myself, it just so happens that the boy is leaving! I’ll give it to him first.”

Hou Jun said: "Let me tell you, before our teachers were not allowed to smoke, you are breaking the rules..."

These words are a little weak.

Sure enough, Fatty Wei immediately said with a smile: "Platoon leader, don't you yourself..."

I didn't dare to say anything before I finished talking.

Hou Jun coughed twice, but did not stop him.

Fatty Wei said: "Platoon leader, you said last time that anyone in the platoon who can run first in cross-country running is allowed to smoke."

Hou Jun coughed twice and pretended to be stupid: "Did I say that? Who heard it? Who testified?"

His gaze swept over everyone's faces.

Everyone turned their faces and looked away, pretending not to hear or see.

Hou Jun's gaze finally slid back to Fatty Wei's face.

"Look! Everyone doesn't remember this incident, did you remember it wrong, Wei Guoxing!"

Fatty Wei stared dumbfounded at the coquettish operation of the acting platoon leader Hou Jun, then turned to everyone for help in astonishment: "Brothers, my old Wei treats you well, and you have to speak with your conscience at critical moments! I’ve said it a long time ago, just five days ago when I ran five kilometers in the morning…”

Still no response.

Fatty Wei tugged at Li Zheng's arm in despair: "Li Zheng, you are a college student and a man of culture, so you can't tell lies without conscience?"

Li Zheng actually remembered that this really happened.

But this end is Hou Jun, and that end is Fatty Wei.

The palm of the hand is meat, and the back of the hand is also meat.

Besides, smoking is indeed against the rules.

The first row is special because Hou Jun himself smokes, and the five-kilometer result of the first row is the best in the whole company or even the whole battalion, so he turned a blind eye.

However, he hesitated to refute Hou Jun face to face.

Fatty Wei finally despaired, and said to Hou Jun: "Platoon leader, I don't want to keep these cigarettes anymore. You can't confiscate them if they are given to a bad boy."

Hou Jun thought about it, and felt that he really couldn't overwhelm others with power, so he said, "That's right, I said that, forget it, give it to Jiang Xing."

Jiang Xing still declined.

When the time came, Hou Jun looked at his watch and was annoyed: "You're pushing an egg!"

After finishing speaking, he snatched the cigarette and stuffed it into Jiang Xing's forward bag with his own hands.

"It's Fatty's wish, you just want it, he doesn't lack these three melons and dates, so you should be a local tyrant."

Fatty Wei smiled happily, and nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Yes, yes, yes! You should be a local tyrant! Get rich first and then get rich!"

Hou Jun rolled his eyes at him: "What nonsense!"

At the end, he said to Jiang Rong: "Smoking is banned in many places in the army. I am a special case here. When you go to the new camp, there are probably not many people smoking, but there is no harm in smoking. I heard that our brigade will Equipped with a lot of advanced equipment, including electronic countermeasure equipment, new command system, etc. In the next year, many of your high-tech workers will go to local places to participate in training organized by the factory. They can also teach you some unique skills, right?"

Hou Jun made the decision, so Jiang Rong couldn't hold on to his refusal.

That morning, Jiang Xing wanted to have breakfast in Silian before leaving, but the time was too close, and the truck that came to pick him up arrived in less than half an hour, parked in the camp and waiting.

All the soldiers selected from each company to go to the support company and combat support company gathered together, carrying their bags and equipment, and re-boarded the truck for the new journey just like they had just arrived here from the recruit company back then.

The big guys all ran to the lawn next to the basketball court to give away the little white-faced Jiang Xing. Everyone felt an indescribable discomfort in their hearts, as if there was a lump of numbness in their throats, and they couldn't speak, and the corners of their eyes were hot.

Xiaobai got the car on his face and leaned against the tailgate. He said he was going to cry, but when the car moved, he couldn't hold back anymore and cried again.

After the car that picked up the boy left, the tears in the corners of everyone's eyes hadn't been wiped away, when they suddenly saw another truck coming from the direction of the brigade headquarters, entering the camp of the Second Battalion like a sheep shitting, letting people go all the way.

A company released six until the last U-turn was completed, and the gas pedal drove back towards the brigade headquarters.

The other companies put six, but the fourth company put seven.

These seven people stood beside the cement road, and a row of soldiers who sent people away. You looked at me, I looked at you, staring at each other.