my liver skills in the barracks

Chapter 4 The Man Saluting with the Left Hand
In the station, everyone came to the previously prepared area, and following the minister's order, they sat down on the chairs in an orderly manner.

When he joined the army for the first time, under the influence of his elders and all kinds of news, he wanted to perform well and didn't want to lose his composure in front of the cadres.

But in fact, there is no need to be so nervous. Ye Fei knew that the minister in front of him was only in charge of transporting troops, not the leading cadre of the recruit company. He would leave after the handover at the destination.

But there is nothing wrong with being well-behaved. Wearing this suit represents the image of a soldier, and there are many ordinary people waiting for the bus around here.

Ye Fei's mood was a bit complicated. For a while, it was the place he dreamed of escaping from, but now he was a little excited and couldn't wait to return to that place.

The place where the dream begins, the recruit company.

The bullet train finally arrived, to pick up a dozen recruits including Ye Fei, and head to the city where they are about to serve.

Yanjing.

The leading cadre of this group of recruits happened to be Officer Yang who Ye Fei was familiar with. Their eyes met. Officer Yang smiled and nodded at Ye Fei, and then ordered everyone to follow him into the car.

The train crew reserved a separate compartment for them, and thanks to this, everyone could finally relax.

"Brother, what's your name?"

The brother sitting next to him took the initiative to talk to Ye Fei eagerly.

As the saying goes, rely on your parents at home, and rely on your fellow villagers when you go out. If you know each other now, you can take care of you in the future.

Although the villager culture is a vulgar and old habit that the army firmly rejects, when you go out, you will have a natural intimacy with people from one place.

"My name is Ye Fei, you can just call me by my first name. It's not acceptable for buddies in the army to say that."

"Hey, isn't this the recruit company yet? My name is Zhang Yong."

Zhang Yong is a typical northern man, with a strong body and a simple and honest expression on his dark face.

Seeing Ye Fei and Zhang Yong chatting eagerly, the recruits around began to chat one after another. What's more, they took out a few boxes of poker from their bags and distributed them to everyone. atmosphere.

The motor car rumbled forward at high speed, leading everyone to the green barracks.

Zhang Yong poked Ye Fei and said quietly.

"Brother Fei, do you know what kind of army we are going to, and is there any chance to ride in a tank?"

This question is really asking the right person, Ye Fei is very familiar with the army he is going to, it is the army he served in his previous life.

Yanjing Second Corps, as a garrison force defending the capital, is mainly responsible for maintaining security and stability. It is the big brother of the national garrison forces and is known as the "Shield of Yanjing".

I'm afraid Zhang Yong will be disappointed. The functions of the Second Corps limit the scope of tasks, and most of the missions are in urban areas, and tanks are obviously not suitable for use in cities. The entire Second Corps can't find a tank, an armored vehicle for quickly maneuvering and deploying troops. And there are quite a few helicopters.

But Ye Fei definitely can’t say this directly. The functions of the army are classified as confidential. Ordinary people rarely have the opportunity to know this information. The more information Ye Fei discloses, the easier it is for people to think wildly, and even make people suspicious.

He could only speak quietly.

"Who knows, anyway, there are so many iron lumps in the army, there must be a chance to sit."

Zhang Yong became even more excited after hearing this.

"That's great, Brother Fei. To tell you the truth, I've been dreaming about these iron bumps these days. I must become an armored pilot."

Ye Fei smiled, but didn't answer.

He really didn't want to discourage Zhang Yong's enthusiasm.

Do you really think that armored pilots are so easy to be?
This is the misunderstanding of many people. They think that only the air force, navy and rocket army are high-tech arms that require a certain cultural quality to play well.

As for running on two legs on the ground, occasionally riding in an armored vehicle or tank or issuing a pair of new shoes, even if the Chinese New Year's Army is full of big bosses, or reckless.

In fact, with the needs of modern warfare, the iteration speed of weapons is getting faster and faster. The era of maneuvering on two legs is long gone. Every unit has enough armored vehicles to transport troops.

Take tanks as an example. To make a tank capable of combat requires the cooperation of 3-4 people. Each person has a corresponding task, and it takes a long time of learning and running-in to give full play to the effectiveness of the equipment.

This all takes time and costs, and they are also high-tech arms. If you just want to stay in the army for two years before retiring, these arms basically have nothing to do with you.

As for why the Army still uses "iron feet" as one of the reserved training items, on the one hand, it is because of the need to exercise physical fitness. After all, there are some places, let alone tanks. You can't get in with Optimus Prime, you still have to walk .

On the other hand, it is because this belongs to the fine tradition of the army. Back then, the country of Yan defended the country, resisted the eagles and aided the baton, relying on the iron feet that were unrivaled in the world to quickly intersect, and with the disadvantage of being one generation or more behind in various equipment, forced The Allied Forces of the [-] countries of the Communist Party of China stopped fighting for a truce and shook hands to make peace.

This is an ancestral handicraft that cannot be lost.

Before he knew it, the bullet train slowly stopped, and Ye Fei and others arrived in Yanjing.

The entry of recruits into the camp in September is the top priority of the army's work during this period.

The cadres who have always greeted Ye Fei and others can see how much they attach importance to them.

The Political Commissar of the Second Corps, Bai Ci.

Bai Ci wears the rank of major general with one wheat and one star, and the badge of qualifications on his chest shows that he belongs to a deputy army cadre, and his every move has the smell of a soldier's resoluteness. His hair is gray, but his expression is still calm and majestic. A standard veteran.

In front of Political Commissar Bai, Officer Yang was just like a recruit, there was no difference, he ran in front of Political Commissar Bai in an orderly manner, stood at attention and saluted.

"The recruits were ordered to bring them here, please accept them!"

The Bai political commissar also stood at attention and returned the salute, and he did not relax because of his high position. The teachers of the queue could not find faults in Bai's political commissar's posture. The strict style of the second corps was evident.

All the recruits around suddenly discovered a shocking fact, the hand that Political Commissar Bai used to salute was his left hand, and the sleeve of the other hand was empty!
They failed to notice that from the moment Commissar Bai appeared, Ye Fei on the side stood up straight according to the essentials of military posture, with a serious expression, and looked at Commissar Bai with admiration in his eyes.

In the previous life, there were not many people that Ye Fei could respect, and the man in front of him was one of them.

One-armed general, Bai Ci!
The only man in the entire army who saluted with his left hand left his right hand on the battlefield forever!
Then he gave up the superior demobilization policy and stayed in the army he loved. He worked hard from the grassroots level, with one arm, overcame all difficulties, excelled in all training subjects, and competed in all kinds of tasks. He was the soul of the Second Corps. same character.

(End of this chapter)