The day after Wang Dazui left, Zhuang Yan put on sand leggings and a sand vest, and ran a cross-country route in Bailongguan on his back.

He ran alone, not fast, just wanted to sweat.

When Wang Dazui left, Zhuang Yan held back a sigh of anger and was indescribably depressed.

If a person is in a panic, the best way is to run.

Running and running, suddenly he caught up with someone next to him.

Looking sideways, it was Zhang Heping.

The two of them smiled, kept silent, and continued to run with their heads down.

After a while, another person ran up.

At first glance, it was Yang Songlin.

"You didn't leave!?" asked solemnly.

Yang Songlin said, "I'm leaving, who will accompany you to practice?"

Laugh solemnly.

On the top of Bailongguan Mountain, he stopped solemnly.

He suddenly wanted to visit the White Dragon Temple.

I stayed here for six months, and every time I ran up, I didn't have time to go to the White Dragon Temple to take a look.

Bailongguan is a scenic spot, said to be one of the blessed places of Taoism, every September on the Double Ninth Festival, the mountain roads here are full of cars driven by good men and women from all over the country, looking from the teaching team on the road leading to Bailongguan Go, there will always be a winding motorcade with lights on, like a long snake.

When I entered the White Dragon Temple, I realized that it was so big inside.

However, it seems to be expanding. The open space in front of the Taoist temple is full of bluestone bricks and various processed stone pillars.

A few Taoist priests who were sweeping the floor saw that a few soldiers came over, and they knew that these people were definitely not here to worship God, so they didn't bother to answer, and continued to work with their heads down.

Zhuang Yan went around to the main hall, and there were several huge incense burners in front of them, taller than people.

A large platform was built in front of the main hall, and the floor was full of bluestone bricks.

It can be seen that there is never a shortage of sesame oil in places where incense is prosperous.

Walking to the railing, looking out, there is an open space in front of you, with mountains on both sides, and the scenery is pleasant.

"what--"

Zhuang Yan roared towards the valley.

The sound was so loud that a Taoist priest sweeping the floor next to him was startled.

Seeing that he was a soldier, he didn't dare to come up to stop him, so he simply pretended not to see and dragged his broom into the hall.

Yang Songlin came over and shouted "Ah-".

After shouting, Zhang Heping also came up to join in the fun.

Two soldiers, one officer, shouted again and again like this foolishly, pouring the depression in their chests into the screams, and roaring out as if they were venting.

He shouted several times in a row, the soldiers were full of anger, and they were all coaches and squad leaders. The shouting password was originally a professional, so the "Aah" sound of several people echoed everywhere in Baiyunguan.

An old Taoist came over, saluted, chanted "Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate", and then said, "A few...are they from the army?"

Zhang Heping nodded and said, "Yes, that's right. What advice does the Taoist priest have?"

"I don't dare to give advice, it's just..." The old Taoist looked embarrassed, "Your voice is too loud, the hall can hear it clearly, and we are uneasy about doing evening classes..."

Zhang Heping exchanged glances with Zhuang Yan and Yang Songlin and laughed.

Zhang Heping said: "Okay, we just shouted, there is no other meaning, and we will leave immediately."

After speaking, the three turned to leave.

The old Taoist finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Four days later, the recruits arrived on schedule.

Zhuang Yan served as the seventh squad leader of the third district team, and Yang Songlin was the fourth squad leader of the second district team.

In addition to leading soldiers, the two of them went to the back of the cooking class to practice exercises under the tree with crooked necks, and the days went by.

Zhuang Yan did not ask Yang Songlin why he chose to stay.

After all, everyone has their own reasons to stay, or leave.

Time passed quickly, and in February of the second year, the solemn, who stayed in the teaching team brought out his first batch of recruits.

In the assessment at the end of the recruit battalion, the seventh class of the third squadron, the third district team, the solemn class, won the first place in the overall assessment of the entire brigade.

In fact, for Zhuang Yan's own destiny, this achievement did not bring any changes.

The directly affiliated team awarded him a group award.

But when the recruit camp ended, he still had to face the fate of returning to the original army.

The night before he left, Zhou Huping asked the cooking class to add dishes, accompanied by himself and his instructor Wang Zengming, and opened a few bottles of beer.

There was something weird about that meal.

Zhuang Yan and Yang Songlin ate like no one else, while Zhou Huping, Wang Zengming, and other officers were embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

At times like this, everything seems to be wrong.

Early the next morning, the car came on time.

Zhuang Yan and Yang Songlin carried their luggage and walked to the side of the car.

Zhou Huping, Wang Zengming, and Zhang Heping all came to send them off.

When Zhuang Yan saluted Zhou Huping, Zhou Huping reached out his hand to stop it, and then came up to give Zhuang Yan a hug.

"Go back and do it well."

"Definitely, Captain."

After he finished speaking, he still got his bag into the car and climbed into the back compartment of the Dongfeng Army Card with his rucksack on his back.

The car went out of the gate, and the sentinel saluted and returned a solemn salute.

The eighty-one five-pointed star in the center of the gate became smaller and smaller, and finally could no longer be seen, so Zhuang Yan sat down.

His military career seems to have ended another stage and started another stage again.

And he didn't know what to face after returning to the Iron Eighth Company.

What would company commander Zhang Jianxing think of himself?

What will happen to the old friend Xu Xingguo? Will he gloat?

...

On the side of the basketball court of the No. 3 squadron of the coaching team, Zhou Huping sighed and scolded: "I can't keep such a good soldier! Adaptation, adaptation, no need to lead soldiers!?"

Wang Zengming persuaded: "Old Zhou, it's not your fault, no one expected to encounter so many situations."

Zhou Huping thought for a while and said, "Instructor, when the division's plan comes out, we'll apply to get Zhuang Yan back. What the hell! I really can't figure it out~lightnovelpub.net~ I heard that all our transfers are frozen. , but there is no reconnaissance company, Zhang Dabao is said to be recruiting soldiers everywhere... Isn't this different treatment!"

Wang Zengming said: "That's different. After the reorganization, the reconnaissance company will be upgraded to a reconnaissance battalion. They have a huge shortage of soldiers, so the division commander specially approved Zhang Dabao's privilege."

"There is a shortage of soldiers? Our teaching team is still short! Their reconnaissance battalion has few people and can recruit more soldiers this year, but when the recruits were sent to the company, Zhang Dapao didn't have to leave a few soldiers." Zhou Huping said.

Wang Zengming said: "That's different. If there are too many recruits, this year's soldiers will cause a fault, not to mention that the quality of the recruits is not as good as that of the veterans. They reserve a part of the quota for recruiting the second year's soldiers!"

Hearing what Wang Zengming said, Zhou Huping's heart suddenly moved, and he frowned and said, "Instructor...Do you think it will be..."

"Will it be something?" Looking at Zhou Huping, who was hesitant to say anything, Wang Zengming said, "If you have any ideas, just say it!"

Zhou Huping suddenly shook his head, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'm also thinking..."

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