During the Spring Festival, everyone began to learn from the platoon leader and squad leader that they would be assigned to the company in advance.

So this topic became the theme of recruits' leisure time in their lives.

It is said that the assignment of recruits has entered the discussion agenda of the company platoon leader and even squad leader, but in order to avoid affecting the training mood, it is in the confidentiality stage.

Zhuang Yan is already a celebrity in the Third Battalion of the New Recruitment.

Of course, this name is a notorious name.

Since the last time he smoked illegally during the air defense drill, the Third Battalion was criticized by name in the regiment, Zhuang Yan has not only become a laughing stock for the recruits, but even the fellow platoon leader A Dai did not give him a good look.

To continue to stay in the Eighth Company, it seems absolutely impossible to Zhuangyan.

The long military career has a show or not. The key is to look at the start of the first year. If the first few steps are just a critical moment, then the days ahead will not be exhausted and will not change the bad impression left in the eyes of the company leader.

But Zhuangyan was not sad, but was a little happy.

The reason for this idea is that, first, he didn't want to stay at the grassroots combat company, and second, it is related to a message He Huan told him.

On the second day of the Chinese New Year, He Huan came to visit the second row of the Eighth Company. Zhuangyan and him went to Xiaodian to buy some food. The two fellow villagers ran to a big tree in the camp and chatted for a long time.

He Huan looked completely different from the same mental state as before, and was completely different from He Huan who saw in the confinement room that day.

"oops--"

After sitting down on the turf, He Huan smiled with a stern smile, skillfully pulled out a cigarette, gave another one to the solemn, and lit a fire for him.

"Brother Zhuang, you are so famous."

Zhuang Yan was feeling unhappy. Recently, he was punished and was covered in ghost fire. He reached out and slapped He Huan hard on the head.

"Look, look, I'll tell you what kind of species He Huan is, can you speak human language? You kid was arrested and locked up in a confinement room the day you became a deserter. I'm going to comfort you. Now that something happened to me, you looked gloating. What does it mean?"

After being slapped, He Huan didn't care at all, and still said with a smile: "Good thing! This is a great joy!"

Zhuang Yan raised his hand again: "Do you really don't know how to speak human beings?"

He Huan quickly waved his hand and said, "Hey, oh, can you listen to me and finish your words?"

He said, his little eyes rolling wildly.

Zhuang Yan thought for a while and said, "You said."

He Huan said: "Actually, for you, what is this a great joy? That's right, you were punished, but think about it, is this punishment a bad thing for you?"

Zhuang Yan looked at the meaningful smile of He Huan, and couldn't help but say, "Don't keep it aside. If you have anything, please give it a try, and if you have something, please say it!"

He Huan said: "I'll tell you the news. I'm going to the official service class of the regiment headquarters guesthouse. But you have to keep it confidential for me. It has not been made public yet. If you know, I'm afraid I'll be scolded to death by the battalion commander."

Zhuang Yan was shocked when she heard this and couldn't believe her ears.

The Guesthouse of the League?

Although I don’t know what it is, it sounds like a very leisurely place!

"What is the Guesthouse of the League? What do you do?"

He Huan said: "What can the guesthouse do? Just like the local guesthouse, there are rooms and something, the superior department will come to assess and live in it; if the regiment receives the families of the officers and soldiers, if necessary, arrange them inside, do you understand?"

Zhuang Yan asked: "What are you doing there? What do you know?"

He Huan said: "Of course it's brewing tea, sweeping the floor, or making miscellaneous items for the leader. Anyway, it's just two words - easy!"

"Fuck!" Zhuang Yan suddenly felt that God really didn't have eyes, so He Huan could go to the hostel of the regiment headquarters with such a bird?

He can go to the guesthouse, wouldn’t he be more than enough to go to the military district guesthouse?

But he was even more curious about how He Huan got there.

"Did you give gifts? Or did you have any relationship?"

He Huan said: "No, this is an open and serious distribution."

"Then you said, why did you get into this good thing?" Zhuang Yan asked.

Speaking of this, He Huan seemed to be distorted and hesitated for a long time but didn't say anything.

Finally, after solemnly threatened to expose the news of his assignment, He Huan spoke unwillingly.

"Okay, OK, Brother Zhuang, I'm afraid of you."

Seeing that there was no one around, He Huan finally told the truth.

It turned out that after that escape, He Huan suffered the hardships of training in the recruit company and was determined to complete his three-year military career in a comfortable position.

He ran to find the battalion commander, and then to the company commander, looking like he was dull and never gave up until he achieved his goal, and he looked like he was a hob.

Battalion Commander Teng Wenji and the company commander of the Ninth Company really didn't want He Huan, a very bad recruit.

Staying in the third camp will be a disaster no matter where you are left.

Anyway, it’s annoying that bad soldiers are everywhere.

It happened that when the recruit company was about to end, the spy company eliminated several recruits with poor physical conditions and lacked several people in the organization, so they temporarily picked some recruits from each company to replenish them.

The heads of each battalion were very repulsive in their hearts about such things.

Let the spies take the lead and choose the good ones, so that everyone feels like they are caught by others in their own fish pond.

Good soldiers are the company's favorites, so Teng Wenji is certainly reluctant to hand over the new recruits and seedlings in his camp.

When the Ninth Company Commander heard about this, he slapped his head and came up with a good idea.

Since the spy company wants people, he might as well send some soldiers he doesn't want.

Anyway, I'll brag a few words and fool it. When the spy even took the person back, he found that the goods were wrong, so he would not verify it and would not accept the return of the goods no matter what he said.

The ninth company commander's wishful thinking was a joke.

This head comforted He Huan again and said, "I'll let you go to the group!"

Turning around and on the assigned list, he ranked He Huan to the spy company in the group.

The spy company belongs to the regiment directly. After all, the promise of "going to the regiment" is definitely not considered a breach of trust.

In order to avoid the people of the spy company conducting a military skill survey on He Huan, battalion commander Teng Wenji and the ninth company commander also deliberately set up traps. That day, the two chief officials sang and deliberately delayed the time, saying that the recruits were taken out for training and then they came back.

The recruits came back at noon, and the third battalion commander changed his words and took them to the canteen to have dinner together.

He knew that the regiment headquarters sent people to do the business for at most half a day, and he couldn't afford to delay it. The time for the return trip after dinner was up, so he asked someone to lead He Huan and another soldier who also went to the spy company to take a walk and fool him.

Anyway, He Huan is not only unable to endure hardship, but he is still very tall and cannot be seen from his appearance.

There is something wrong.

After finishing the queue, the ninth company commander sent He Huan to let him go back to prepare his luggage.

According to the original plan, everything will be fine when He Huan gets his luggage and pushes him into the car.

As for what to do in the future?

Then let the spy have a headache for himself!

As a result, man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations.
Chapter completed!