"Why did he vomit?" The boss, A Ming, came over, looked at Han Xiaobei who was lying on the fence and vomited colorfully, and asked Zhuang Yan in a puzzled way, "Did I make it so bad?"

Saying that, you're welcome, pick up a pair of chopsticks to quickly clean, pick up a piece of meat and put it in your mouth, chew it hard, then close your small eyes, half-close them in enjoyment, and make a "uh" intoxicated. .

Then he said, "No problem, perfect!"

"It's perfect, the heat is full, the stir fry is just right, and the gravy inside is locked. It's perfect." Zhuang Yan agreed with Amin's judgment: "It's not bad, I think it's pretty good."

Zeng Jian looked at Han Xiaobei and seemed to have some clues. He couldn't help but turn his chopsticks over and use the other end to turn over the bones on the side of the bowl.

The more I turned, the more I felt something was wrong.

He suddenly found that he had eaten all night, but he didn't know what he was eating.

"I say……"

Zeng Jian asked Zhuang Yan, "What kind of meat is that?"

Zhuang Yan asked, "Which plate did you say?"

Zeng Jian stretched out his finger and pointed with difficulty to the largest plate in the middle.

Before waiting for a solemn answer, the boss, A Ming, spoke in Cantonese-flavored Mandarin and said loudly, "Mountain rat!"

"Mountain mouse?" Zeng Jian's eyes suddenly became round, and he didn't seem to believe what he heard, so he asked again: "What is a mountain mouse?"

"The mountain mouse and the mountain mouse are the mice that live on the mountain! There are many kinds of mice. The teachers in the city cannot eat them, but the mountain mice, voles, and bamboo mice can all eat them." The boss, A Ming, who spoke righteously, pointed to Fang Dabao and said. : "He specially dug it here, and there happened to be a nest. The old bean, the old mother, the big brother, the small brother and the sister are all inside..."

Saying that, he fiddled with the plate of mouse meat with his chopsticks.

"Fuck me!"

Zeng Jian jumped up and the chair fell to the ground.

"Yuck—"

Like Han Xiaobei, he also ran to the fence and vomited.

Others, except Fang Dabao, who already knew about it, were already in a cold sweat.

Zhao Fugui gathered up his courage and said, "This plate is a snake... This plate is a mouse..."

His eyes finally fell on a pot of dishes that he didn't understand but he ate the most: "What is this pot!?"

"Four-legged snake." The boss A Ming said it so lightly, as if he was talking about a pot of lettuce: "We are also called piglet snake here, and the meat is not too much, so I made it into salt and pepper, and it is best to drink, how about it? Does it taste good?"

Zhao Fugui's mind was filled with the appearance of those four-legged snakes that were brown and slightly golden.

After a few seconds, he and several other comrades screamed and rushed to the fence...

Amin looked at these soldiers who were vomiting wildly beside the fence, turned his head to Zhuang Yan and Fang Dabao and said, "They really don't know how to appreciate..."

Fang Dabao grinned like a flower and said, "Yes, yes, what a waste!"

After speaking, he stretched out his hand in front of Zhuang Yan and said, "We still have something in common between the two countries."

Amin walked behind the row of soldiers who were bent over and vomited, and said: "You soldiers, you still dare not eat this, you dare not eat it, it's very shameful! Over the years, the Haiphong outpost has changed so many companies. , In the end, I got used to the food here, and it's not poison, so what are you afraid of, big tonic! This thing is more expensive than seafood!"

Zhao Fugui spit out, wiped his mouth, turned around and said to Aming, "No, when I think of those..."

Before he could finish speaking, he vomited again.

Zhuang Yan turned his head to Han Xiaobei and the others and said, "From now on, I will come here once a week and treat me as a kind of training. We are a field army. If there is no food in the field, we will have to eat everything. You don't have any. Picky eaters for any excuse."

After finishing speaking, he walked behind Han Xiaobei, patted him on the back a few times, and said, "Snakes and mice are not scary, right? Look, you have eaten them all. If you didn't know they were mice just now And the snake, now you think you will still vomit? I think you will find it very delicious, and you will lick the dishes clean. After all, whether it is a snake or a mouse, it is just a psychological barrier, and it will be fine after passing it. ."

Han Xiaobei cried and said, "Squad leader, can I exchange five kilometers for a chance to avoid these foods? I really... can't accept..."

Zhuang Yan couldn't discuss, "No, do you think you want to save yourself? Do you know how much a table of this dish costs? If it wasn't for you cowards, or if I hadn't been your squad leader, would I be able to do it? I'll feed you all of you. I still dislike it, if I shout in the company to treat guests to eat this, I can have five or six tables in five minutes."

After thinking about it, he said, "You don't need to eat it. Someday you won't be afraid of snakes or mice, so I won't invite you to eat it."

Han Xiaobei shook his head, as if life was worse than death.

From that day on, during the solemn tenure, the third class had to go to Ming Kee once a week, and ordered snakes, worms, mice and ants every time, but it was just a different way of frying, maybe it was salt and pepper, maybe it was soy sauce, and Or braised in red, and then throw it into the soup and simmer it into a soup...

Except for Fang Dabao, who originally had the custom of eating these game dishes in his hometown, everyone else was terrified, more uncomfortable than taking medicine.

In Zhuang Yan's original prediction, Han Xiaobei is the most difficult person to pass the psychological barrier.

But unexpectedly, he was the first one.

Zhuang Yan did not know the cause of the incident until many years later. One night after the first day of the third shift, Zhuang Yan was called to the company.

The conversation between him and Zhang Jianxing became the key to the whole thing.

"Company commander, do you have anything to do with me?" Zhuang Yan walked up to Zhang Jianxing and saluted.

Zhang Jianxing sat behind the desk, made a few strokes on the training plan, then put on the pen cap and pointed to the chair in front of him.

"Sit down, I want to talk to you about something."

After speaking, I started to pack the things on the desktop ~lightnovelpub.net~ and put them in the drawer.

Zhuang Yan felt that the biggest possibility was about the last shooting.

So he said, "Company commander, shouldn't it be for the last time the live ammunition was fired?"

Zhang Jianxing bent over to put files in the filing cabinet. Hearing Zhuang Yan asked about this, he was a little stunned. He turned around and said to Zhuang Yan, "It's related, but not exactly."

After finally putting away the documents, Zhang Jianxing straightened up, lit the cigarette, and handed it to Zhuang Yan with the cigarette case.

Zhuang Yan shook his head and said with a smile, "I quit."

"Quit?" Zhang Jianxing was stunned again, then smiled and said, "Good thing, I want to quit too."

After a puff of smoke, he said, "I came to you to discuss the personnel arrangement for the third shift, and I want to hear your opinion as the squad leader."

"Personnel arrangement?" Zhuang Yan said stunned: "Company commander, don't you want to add some ghosts and gods to me again?"

Zhang Jianxing shook his head and said, "Zhongyan, do you have any misunderstanding of me? Do you think I specially asked you to take a bad squad and give you all the soldiers because I have an opinion on you?"

Zhuang Yan embarrassedly said, "No, no, no, I personally don't mean that."

Zhang Jianxing nodded and said, "It's right if I don't. I'm not right with people. Besides, I'm not arranging new people for you, but reducing your burden."

"Reduce the burden?"

Zhuang Yan always felt that this is not a good word. The meaning of the word "reducing the burden" can really be understood in multiple ways.

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