red art soldier

Chapter 157 Military Training Arrangement
Wan Zhaohu sized up Ye Chen, just like a mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, but Ye Chen couldn't stand it, and then Wan Zhaohu's smiling face disappeared, and he said seriously: "That comrade Ye Chen, this military training , this is the first time for you to participate in the task of freshman military training. Presumably, platoon leader Yan has also told you a lot of details. In previous years, platoon leader Yan would participate in the freshman training at the PLA Academy of Art. I have been here for several sessions, so how much do you do? Learn from platoon leader Yan, of course, training yourself is the most important thing, and the military dogs you brought, you have to be careful not to hurt anyone."

Ye Chen looked at Wan Zhaohu with a puzzled expression. This guy had changed too much, that is, how could he change in the blink of an eye? Then he heard footsteps coming from outside, and he understood in his heart that he must come Otherwise, Wan Zhaohu's character would not be like this.

"Platoon Leader Yan, Comrade Ye Chen will leave it to you. Is there any problem with this?"

"Captain Wan, don't worry about this!"

As soon as Yan Qing finished speaking, a voice came over and said, "Hey, Xiao Wan is arranging work. Not bad, not bad, there is progress!"

Wan Zhaohu looked at the face of the visitor and said with a smile: "Hey, political commissar, what brought you here, sit down quickly, sit down quickly, I'll pour you tea."

The person who came was a middle-aged man about 45 years old, looked at Wan Zhaohu and said, "You can do it, I heard you talking about Song Yu and Song Chenglong from a long distance away? It's very comfortable to hear, isn't it?" , By the way, this is Xiaoyan, the last time we met, then this is Ye Chen, a great talent from the Avant-Garde Art Troupe."

Ye Chen was taken aback by the words of the officer in front of him. He looked at the rank of the middle-aged man in front of him. This person was also a political commissar. He could guess without thinking that this person must be the political commissar of the regiment.

"Report to the political commissar, I am Ye Chen, Ye Chen, a fighter from the drama club of the Avant-Garde Art Troupe."

The political commissar smiled and patted Ye Chen on the shoulder and said: "Young man, I am Yuan Feng, the political commissar here. If you have anything to do in the future, you can come to me. I have a good friendship with your leader Wang Xuefeng, but , young man, don’t be too ambitious, and work harder in the future to go farther and farther on the road of literature and art, you know?”

"Yes, Chief!"

Ye Chen paid a standard military salute, Yuan Feng smiled in his eyes and said: "Here, well, I'll take a look around, there's nothing to do, you can discuss the training, but you must pay attention to the students Your safety, this is the top priority, you must not neglect it, understand?"

"Yes, Chief (Political Commissar)!"

Yuan Feng glanced at it again when he was leaving, he couldn't help but shook his head and smiled, he didn't know what he was muttering, Ye Chen only heard what the hell this old Wang was doing?

After Wan Zhaohu left Yuanfeng, several other instructors in charge of military training called over.

A middle-aged man about 30 years old, with a very simple and honest appearance, looked like an intellectual with his eyes. His name was Yang Nianzhong, the instructor of the first battalion, and he was in charge of the logistics support of the military training.

The others were the seven instructors who were in charge of the training, and they became acquainted with each other during Wan Zhaohu's introduction.

After a simple meeting, Ye Chen returned to the dormitory that he temporarily arranged for himself, while Hei Lin was arranged to make a hut next to the dormitory, a temporary residence. As long as Hei Lin is not by Ye Chen's side, he Just screaming, everyone had no choice but to arrange this way.

At six o'clock the next day, the wake-up whistle blew, because it was announced yesterday that today's wake-up time would be the same as that of the soldiers in the army, so the students who used to run in the morning heard the wake-up whistle and hurriedly called the students next to them to get up.

However, some students have just passed the college entrance examination. Although they have rested for two months, they have adapted to the habit of getting up late during the holiday.

However, the speed of the assembly this time was much better than the assembly at school. After half an hour, everyone had assembled downstairs, but the team was still in disarray. The most ridiculous thing was that Niu Zhuangzhuang and Pan Shuangshuang were still there. Eat there.

"Everyone, good morning, everyone. I am Wan Zhaohu, the battalion commander of the first battalion. Next to me is Yang Nianzhong, the instructor of the first battalion. I don't need to mention the remaining nine. They are from your nine teams. Instructor."

"These three are soldiers from the third company Xu Zhanhui, Jin Guodong, and Cao Jinyi. These four are soldiers from the second company Bai Yirong, Tong Xiaozhan, Liao Hongxi, and Ding Lianxi. The other two are Yan Qing and Ye Chen who everyone already knows. Starting tomorrow, they I will be in charge of your military training, please enjoy the last day of your happy life, because in the next half month you will receive formal military training, and you will be faced with the most severe test."

After Wan Zhaohu finished speaking, the students started talking about it. For the life in the military camp, many students were looking forward to it, so they were very excited. However, some of them knew that the training of the army was strict, so they had both expectations and a little bit of hope. Scared.

After Wan Zhaohu's introduction, each instructor also briefly introduced himself. Some were dull, some were cheerful, some were eloquent, and some were humorous. There were not many of them, but they had different personalities.

At this moment, some students are already guessing who their instructor is. After all, the nine instructors in front of them each have their own advantages.

It's just that Xu Zhanhui, who is more handsome in their eyes, is the instructor in most people's eyes.

After a simple assembly, Xu Zhanhui and others were going to follow the training. Yan Qing was a member of the guard company, so Ye Chen was given the task of taking the students to dinner.

Ye Chen shrugged helplessly, he had no choice but to call himself a literary soldier, so he called Wang Sidi and others to walk to the cafeteria.

After arriving at the cafeteria, Ye Chen saw that the cafeteria here still adopts the mode of eating rice. Zhen Zifan, three dishes and one soup, the food is worse than that in the military area.

Many students lost their taste when they saw stewed chicken with potatoes, Chinese cabbage from the Qing Dynasty, and minced meat with vermicelli.

Ye Chen knew that most of these people were rich or had a good family foundation, and lived a relatively prosperous life, so they had this expression.

But there are also some students whose throats are constantly rolling, and their eyes are full of longing, which forms a sharp contrast with those rich kids.

"Okay, let's eat quickly. Today, let's go and see how the soldiers train. Since you are going to receive formal training, you must take a good look at it. Don't be half-hearted. Remember that you are soldiers at this moment. Are you a soldier?" a student."

Although Ye Chen said so, he knew that few of these students could listen to them, but by tomorrow, some of them would.

(End of this chapter)