Chapter 870
Old squad leader!”
"Han Dousai!"
Han Douya pounced in front of Zhuangyan, and his eyes immediately turned red.
He seemed to be suppressing his already boiling emotions. He stood less than a meter away, not knowing how to let go of his hands and feet.
Finally, I honestly gave a military salute.
This is the highest etiquette among soldiers.
"Why are you here?"
Zhuang Yan never thought that he would meet Han Douya here.
That was already a memory of the Eighth Company.
The eighth company has now been reorganized and has become an amphibious mechanized company.
In theory, this is not within the scope of special operations. Generally speaking, the special operations majors in national customs do not want them to recruit mechanized companies.
So, how did Han Douya get into the exam?
"I'm here to study, I'm here to send it here!" Han Xiaobei said proudly.
"But..." Zhuang Yan couldn't figure it out: "Aren't you in the Eighth Company?"
"No, after you left, our company was reorganized, cut off a lot of people, merged with the tank regiment, and happened to form a reconnaissance battalion in the division, and I signed up to go there."
"Where is Battalion Commander Zhang Chengyuan?" Zhuang Yan remembered that when he was leaving, Zhang Dapao was poaching the 1st Division all over the world because his reconnaissance company was about to be expanded into a reconnaissance battalion, and the specifications were improved.
According to the usual way and Zhang Dapao's personal style, this guy has received the approval of the division commander and will definitely look for good soldiers across the division.
Before Han Douya left by himself, he had already revealed some characteristics of being a good soldier.
At least during the 273rd Group assessment, Han Douya showed her face fiercely.
This will definitely attract Zhang Dapao's attention, and it is not surprising that he will be brought under his command.
"Yes, it was Battalion Commander Zhang who asked me to go." Han Douya said: "Later, I became the squad leader, and after serving overtime, I continued to sign a non-commissioned officer. Squad leader, I didn't lose your face. I won three medals for military scout competitions, one first, two second!"
Until this moment, Zhuang Yan finally had no doubts.
The special operations major of the National Guard also opens the door to the reconnaissance soldiers of ordinary front-line troops.
Each team has a certain number of local students, and there are also a certain number of reconnaissance troops. Of course, there are also special brigades like Zhuangyan, or special brigades like Song Chao.
Song Chao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Ban Zhuang, is this the soldier you have led?"
He was still a little confused.
Zhuang Yan is a celebrity of the "Red Arrow" Brigade of the G Military Region. According to Han Douya just now, he should be a scout in the mechanized army. How could the two of them stay together?
Zhuangyan explained: "I went to the 'Red Arrow' Brigade in the second half of the second year. I used to serve in the 1st Division, and Xiaobei was the soldier I led when I was in the old company."
Han Douya quickly added: "Our old squad leader is amazing. He was a special slasher in the 1st Division at that time and was the first in the competition."
He said "the first in the competition" was true, but he was also giving to the solemn face.
Zhuang Yan was the first in shooting at that time, but other subjects were not.
Song Chao was happy: "That's good. The squad leader and the soldiers reunite. This is really fate!"
Han Douya quickly grabbed the solemn luggage, returned to his bed, threw all the housekeepers into an empty bed next to him, put the solemn luggage on, then opened it, removed the cool mat and other things, and put it on the quilt for the squad leader.
"Squad leader, this bed is not allocated. It is coordinated on its own, first come first served. This is a good location, by the window, and there is wind."
There is only a head shaking fan in the dormitory, and there are really no other cooling appliances or the like.
You know, the temperature in ancient city can be low in summer, but it has reached 33 degrees today, and the room is very hot.
I think Han Xiaobei is the first to come to report in the dormitory, so I chose the best position.
Now that Zhuangyan is coming, Han Xiaobei gave up his position to Zhuangyan without hesitation.
In Han Xiaobei's eyes, Zhuangyan is the benefactor.
It's amazing to be a soldier.
If you meet a good squad leader, the path you take is completely different from a strange squad leader.
Han Xiaobei was the best example back then. He was a bad soldier in the regiment's spy company. He was sent to the Eighth Company and sent to the solemn class. He changed his individuals in less than half a year.
It can be said that the reason why Han Xiaobei strives to come to the military academy today is to continue working in the army and become a professional soldier.
If he hadn't met Zhuang Yan back then, Han Xiaobei might have been in trouble for three years, and then returned to Shuzhong and got a good job with his parents working in the Ga Hall, but he would not be a real man in his life.
"Han Xiaobei, what are you doing?!" Han Xiaobei's actions were solemn and unhappy: "Did you know me on the first day? Did I ask you to fold a quilt for me in Lao Ba's company?"
In fact, it is true that new recruits help veterans wash clothes and fold quilts. Of course, not every unit and every company are like this, but it depends on the style of conduct from the company commander to the squad leader.
Zhuangyan is the kind of squad leader who doesn’t like others to help him fold quilts. After all, he has his own hands and feet and others serve him? It’s boring! He is a soldier who comes to suffer, not a local leader who is a wealthy person.
Song Chao was quite happy when he saw this and said, "Oh! Zhuang Ban, you are sensible!"
He turned to Han Xiaobei again: "Why, I'll put it on for me?"
Han Xiaobei glanced at Song Chao, hummed in his nose and said, "Who are you? How many years have you been soldiers?"
"Three years."
"Three years, call me the old squad leader quickly. I'm the fourth year." Han Xiaobei even sneered and pointed at Zhuang Yan: "My old squad leader is a veteran. It's the fifth year! I'm happy to fold the quilt for him. You, go, it's almost the same for me."
Song Chao was stunned, his face immediately looked a little ugly.
He is an airborne special forces and an arrogant figure. He was also a top training student in the original old army, otherwise he would not be able to get here.
At this moment, Han Xiaobei, a reconnaissance battalion soldier from an amphibious combat force, suddenly couldn't hold back his face.
The atmosphere became a little awkward.
Zhuang Yan smelled the clues and quickly smoothed out: "Don't compete with you two, what kind of years are you? You are all students here, and no one should show off their qualifications. They are all comrades-in-arms. By the way, Han Xiaobei, put down my luggage and I will do it myself. I am not disabled, you are a squad leader, so I want you to fold a quilt for me?"
As he said that, he snatched the messy quilts and the like and folded them up by himself.
He turned around and said, "You two have time to organize your own things, I don't know what arrangements will be made later."
Five years of military service are not in vain. Zhuang Yan is now used to doing things early but not late. He can complete things that can be done immediately because he never knows what emergencies will happen next moment.
Unlike being an acting deputy captain in the "Hunter" team, when I came here, I was already a military academy student, and my past qualifications and honors were zeroed, and everything started from scratch.
Unlike Song Chao, who went to military academy after three years, Song Chao was still young after all. Compared to new recruits, he is an absolute veteran, but compared to solemnity, he is an absolute new recruit.
This dormitory is also very majestic and down-to-earth.
As soon as he spoke, he was convinced whether it was Han Xiaobei or Song Chao.
Chapter completed!