"All stand up, you must listen to every word I say."

In the early morning of the camp, when the soldiers were having breakfast, the Taiwan platoon gathered his twenty-five good brothers. He clenched his fists and was ready to lead his brothers to do something big.

"A gun is a good thing. I know that many of you have itchy hands long ago, and I wish I could get one in my hand immediately."

The soldiers in the platoon looked happy. A short man touched the tall man beside him and said, "I'm going to fire a gun."

The tall man was also very happy and was ready to move.

The Taiwan Platoon raised the fist he held: "Although the gun is a good thing, there are many things that are better than the gun. Have you seen my hand?"

Several soldiers nodded.

"I know, some people are not very educated, so I won't write it for you. This fist represents the number ten. Brothers, this number is very beautiful. She is very beautiful and complete, and is more beautiful than some of you women. So, with such a beautiful number, what should we do for her, just treat it as a woman who is more beautiful than your women. What should we do?"

The soldiers' expressions gradually solidified and became vulgar.

"By the way, brothers, you are so smart. You are all geniuses and the smartest people in this camp. As you thought, we ran ten laps this morning."

The soldiers were hustle and talked, and they couldn't believe the decision.

Dazhuang directly expressed the soldiers' voices: "Platform leader, we haven't eaten yet."

"Very good, that's because you're afraid you're spitting out and wasting food. Also, if you didn't call for a report, you'll be fined a little more."

The soldiers were both indignant and aggrieved. The short man touched the artist on the other side again. The one who imitated Taihe last night, and now everyone calls him like this.

The short man whispered: "Why did you say you were fine for offending him?"

The artist hurriedly defended: "How could I know he would suddenly appear?"

Taihe glanced around with a smile, then waved his hand: "Soldiers, run, run."

The soldiers were engaged in a cruel ideological struggle. They neither wanted to run nor did they dare not to run, and they didn't want to swallow it even when they broke their teeth.

However, some people did not hesitate at all, such as Yu Lian, who was so stupid that he did not hesitate and took a deep breath and was the first to run.

The soldiers complained, sighed repeatedly, took heavy steps, and followed one after another.

The gun was fired yesterday, and the camp was also building a shooting range. The engineers dug trenches in the shooting range, and the targets were constantly erected from the warehouse to the scene, with a distance of about ten meters.

After breakfast, the new recruits in the camp would enter the shooting range in batches under the leadership of their officers. Whenever a new recruit raised his gun and was eager to try, Taihe's defecation would complain.

Some people say that it takes twenty-eight days for a soldier to join the army to officially enter the battlefield, and I don’t know how this number is calculated.

Some people also say that a soldier may last a lifetime, a few years, a few days, a few minutes, a few seconds, a few seconds, a few days.

A bullet was made from the factory, and its mission was already in place. The warhead would drill into the land, trees, bricks, and flesh without hesitation, and then re-smelted.

Today's long-distance running is more difficult than yesterday. Many people's legs are in a state of soreness, and every step is painful.

When Persitron was running, he would follow him closely. As usual, he said something to others that had nothing to do with these others. Some of the others admired Persitron very much.

"I have met many historians. You don't know what history means, right? The so-called history is what happened to us humans. Do you know what history does? Let me give you an example, for example, we made a mistake once, and after this lesson, we will remember it next time and will not make it again. The role of history is not only to let us know what happened before, but the most important thing is to provide us with reference and lessons.

There is a kind of person who is well-versed in the past, which means that he not only understands the past, but also calculates what will happen in the future through the past and the present. Simply put, it is a prophet. Such people have the ability to be enlightened and are all great talents, which is amazing."

There were almost ten people around Baishitong, all of them gathered together. Taihe scolded at the top of his voice: "The speed is too slow! Don't gather together! Run! Run!"

The effect of this kind of shouting was not very big. Taihe simply chased after him and ran a few steps before the former commander of the Guards waved at him.

The First Regiment Commander was promoted. In addition to adding the sergeant class, the army also added positions on the basis of expansion. Now, the First Regiment Commander has transformed and has taken the position of brigade commander.

Next to the brigade commander, a small dark man followed, aiming around with his eyes.

Because he was afraid of Taihe, there were a few people in his platoon who would pay attention to his platoon leader from time to time. Someone asked Bisitong: "Hey, who is that guy who looks like a little rat?"

After observing for a long time, he developed his own inference: "This man is not wearing military uniforms. First of all, he is excluded from being an army. He is still by the brigade commander and does not seem to be a superior or subordinate relationship. He should be an official, and he must have been a nobleman who has not been away. He came here to visit and report what he saw to the ministers."

After saying that, he smacked his lips: "What a pity, I didn't have the chance to shoot, otherwise I could show it in front of the nobles."

Speaking this, the short man slapped the artist.

"It's up to you."

Here, only Yu Lian knew the truth. The little mouse was Wupeng, the chief designer of Blue Gray Industry. This day, it should be a follow-up visit, bringing the weapon data and evaluation back, and then making the next step of improvement.

Yu Lian ran seriously. He had a habit that he had developed for many years. No matter what he did, as long as someone could hear someone talking, he would use it with all his heart. He could not only do his own thing well, but also remember what others had said.

The soldiers praised the knowledge of everyone, Yu Lian and Dazhuang, and Xiang Du, who were serious about the camp.

Taihe ran to the brigade commander and saluted.

"After a moment."

The brigade commander turned halfway and stood between Taihe and Wupeng and introduced: "This is Mr. Wupeng, our weapons supplier. This is Taihe's soldier, the highest soldier in our camp."

In fact, they had already met each other. Wu Peng's small eyes were blinking at Taihe, and he was almost ignored by Taihe.

The two shook hands to show friendship.

The brigade commander assigned a task to Taihe: "Today your task is to accompany Mr. Wupeng and serve as a guide for him. You can talk about the details yourself, and I will say goodbye in advance."

He hurriedly left with his hands behind his back, stopped halfway through the camp, and looked at the row running for a moment.

"brother!"

Wu Peng spread his arms, preparing to have a hug, but Taihe dodged it.

"If you have something to say, we won't do this here."

"Aren't I passionate? Look at you, you are rigid. Tell me, it's not good for you to say that your soldiers."

"I think what I said is pretty light, do you have any objections?"

"What, you said too lightly." Wupeng walked forward, "Come on, come over."

Then, Taihe shortened his body, Wu Peng stood on tiptoe, and attached himself to his ear to come up with an idea.

I've told the good idea, and Wu Peng smiled.

Taihe looked at the little man suspiciously and asked inconscientiously: "What have you been saying this? Isn't it a little too much?"

"It's better to lose your life on the battlefield now than to lose your life on the battlefield. You're also struggling and struggling on the battlefield, and you understand more than me."

"Okay, I'll try it first."

Taihe raised his legs and quickly followed his rank, shouting loudly: "So fast! You can't even run away from your neighbor's old ladies now! Tell you! Just your current speed! You must be caught up with bullets! You must lose your life! Just wait until you die! The son of your neighbor's old ladies will enter your door! Spend your pension! Kiss your wife! Beat your child! drive your parents out of the house!"

His voice was not small, and the platoon leaders around him who were being scolded were stunned and looked here incredibly. The soldiers who were being scolded were also trembling.

Then, Taihe bara bara and a lot of bad words were revealed, chasing his platoon, clamoring and scolding, making the soldiers feel angry.

Wu Peng was secretly happy while watching the speed increase, so he quickly called Taihe back.

The latter hurriedly asked, "How is it?"
Chapter completed!