A little accident happened very much.

The company commander of the regiment's spy company saw that the two cadres he sent to the Third Battalion had not come back after lunch time, and he had not seen any reply, so he called the Third Battalion Department to inquire about the situation.

As a battalion commander of a combat force, Teng Wenji had already figured out everything, and even budgeted that the spy company might receive calls from the cadres who came to the Third Battalion to pick up people.

He instructed the correspondent Xiao Wang to tell the other party that the person who received the troops had left.

In this way, everything will be fine.

But the sesame seeds fell into the tip of the needle.

Correspondent Xiao Wang drank too much tea that day, and his bladder was already overwhelmed. He watched two officers from the spy company walk out of the battalion gate, but the phone kept ringing.

Xiao Wang, who thought everything was a foregone conclusion, felt relieved, covered his stomach and jumped to the toilet. When he passed by the bathroom, he shouted to the sanitary inside: "Old Pang, please watch the phone number for me."

Since the urine had already broken through the control of the prostate, Xiao Wang disappeared behind the barracks without having time to explain in detail.

At this critical moment, the phone rang.

The sanitation officer ran to answer the phone, put the microphone in his ear and listened for a few seconds, and heyed twice, and said yes, they hadn't left yet, so I'll call someone now.

After saying that, he put the microphone on the table, stepped on the whirlwind legs and rushed out of the square of the battalion headquarters. He rushed to the corridor and shouted to the battalion commander and the officer of the spy company who had walked nearly twenty meters away: "Battery Commander, the spy company called and said he was looking for the cadre of their company."

The weather was still chilly that day, and the camp for lunch was quiet.

The health officer resounded throughout the battalion yard with a strong Sichuan accent. Even Xiao Wang, a correspondent who ran to the bushes under the hillside behind the battalion, heard it clearly, and was so shocked that he almost urinated on his pants.

Battalion Commander Teng Wenji later talked about this and said that a grenade was thrown into my mind at that time, and it exploded with a bang, which made me confused.

His originally smiled and his face filled with joy were quickly melted like a popsicle roasted on a raging fire.

Turning his head with difficulty, he saw He Huan walking more than ten meters away, walking in front of them, planning to go back to the shipping room to go to the "Rounce Logistics Department" with his backpack.

He Huan stood there like a sculpture, his feet were nailed by nails, and his eyes almost fell to the ground.

He is not very good at training, but he is not deaf.

He looked at his battalion commander with a strange look.

It seemed as if watching a monster landing from an alien to Earth.

It was as unbelievable as a revolutionary who saw a traitor who betrayed himself.

The cadres of the spy company did not seem to have realized that things had changed 180 degrees in just a short moment, and they still smiled at Teng Wenji: "Bail Commander Teng, I'll go to your office to answer the phone. Maybe it was our company commander who called me. Look, our company commander is just impatient."

He had just turned around and before he could take a step towards the camp, a black figure passed by him like a frightened mouse.

He Huan, who knew the truth, stopped doing it.

He rushed into the barracks, hugged the wooden legs of a table in the office of the battalion department, and began to cry with tears and snot, just like a child who was abducted and trafficked.

"I won't go to the spy company! Battalion Commander, you lied to me!! I won't go to the spy company! You are all lied to me!"

The miserable cry resounded throughout the camp, attracting a wave of viewers.

For a coward who can't even stay in an ordinary combat company, the regiment spy company is simply a hellish existence.

No wonder, let alone He Huan, who was about to be a deserter, Zhuangyan saw the power of the veterans of the spy company when he went to the regiment to participate in the training and mobilization.

The veterans' fists were covered with scars, with thick cocoons on them, and a bald piece on their foreheads. It is said to be a sequelae of head practice.

At the training mobilization meeting that day, veterans of the spy company smashed beer bottles on their heads, and glass scraps splashed everywhere.

Every time I smashed it, the solemn little heart in the stands thumped, and my eyebrows also hopped, as if it was hitting my forehead...

The spy company is a model company in the regiment. Their training is to be done to death. Even push-ups have to be done with fists, and there is not a piece of good meat on their bodies.

For He Huan, who was born in a family of urban cadres, joining the army was just a gilding plate. It was just a matter of making a decision to retire from the army in the future. He didn't even think about suffering.

When he heard that he was not in the logistics department of the regiment, but in the extremely difficult spy company, he even shook his legs.

He Huan, who was forced to hold the foot of the bed and fell to the ground and cried, threatening to send him to the spy company and die for everyone to see.

Battalion Commander Teng Wenji blushed, shy and annoyed, and almost pulled He Huan out and shot him on the spot.

When the soldiers from the spy company saw that He Huan was such a living treasure, he was unwilling to get into trouble. He stopped answering the phone and turned around without saying a word.

When the new recruit battalion commander was about to be injured, he said: "You are such a coward who is going to the spy company? None of your new recruits can take advantage of the troops?"

The battalion commander Teng Wenji was so angry that his face was blue and pale, and he couldn't even speak. He immediately asked someone to call the regiment's military affairs department to withdraw.

The next day, He Huan's worried parents rushed to the army again. After a long period of unblocking, the leader of the regiment finally arranged for him to go to the regiment guesthouse in order to prevent He Huan from committing suicide.

After listening to the story, he looked at He Huan, who was dancing with a look of beauty, and said solemnly, "Why do I feel like you are telling your glorious history?"

He Huan blushed again and muttered, "I know this is not glorious, but I can't do anything about it. Look at me, look at me, it's like a noodles, can it withstand the troubles of the spy company? Isn't this just spending my life inside?"

Zhuangyan thought about herself, in fact, how much better than the fellow villager next to her once again?

So he waved his hand and said, "Come on, I can't do such a slutty thing like you. You are shameless, but I want it."

He Huan's eyes rolled around again and said, "Didn't I inspire you?"

After saying that, he leaned over and began to whisper in his solemn ear.

After a while, I finally finished listening to He Huan’s brilliant plan.

Zhuang Yan said with a suspicion: "Is this what you said true?"
Chapter completed!