At first, Zhang Haiyang didn't think of asking for money from his family, but later he felt embarrassed to eat Zhong Yuemin, so he wrote to his family and asked for money under various names. As a result, it became a routine. On Sunday, if you don't come out for a meal, it would be like something missing.

When he heard Li Kuiyong's ridicule, he felt embarrassed. Just as he was about to change the subject, he suddenly noticed a thin soldier wearing a brand new military uniform, without a collar seal and hat badge, sitting alone at a table in the corner to drink by himself.

He stared at the warrior and said:

"That's a recruit this year, right? Why did you come out to drink alone? It's not easy to approve off leave during training camps."

Wu Mantun answered:

"Once they are on Sunday, they allow 10% of the people to take leave. A few days ago, the company commander sent me to the recruit company to coach recruits to drop bombs. I have seen this recruit."

Zhang Haiyang looked at the door and said:

"Those boys are here again."

Several soldiers in half-old military uniforms walked into the restaurant and were looking around for seats.

Zhong Yuemin asked:

"Which unit do these bastards come from?"

Zhang Haiyang said:

"You are from the communication camp, have you forgotten? Last time they got drunk here and made trouble and smashed the counter, but nothing happened. I heard that I am a local person with accent, and I obviously have a backstage. I have been used to being arrogant here since I was a child."

The soldiers from the communications battalion walked to the table in the corner of the room and stared at the recruit who was drinking alone, as if they hoped that the recruits would stand up with tactfulness.

The new recruit was drinking without anyone else, as if he hadn't seen the veterans in front of him.

A veteran finally couldn't help but speak:

"Hey, recruits, there are free seats there, you can sit there."

The recruit seemed to have not heard it. He sipped the wine indifferently, not even raising his head.

The veteran is popular:

"Hi! Tell me, are you stuffed with donkey hair in your ears?"

Zhang Haiyang couldn't stand it and wanted to stand up, but was pressed by Zhong Yuemin.

The recruit still said nothing, grabbed the bottle with expressionless expression, filled his glass with wine, picked it up and drank it all, poured it again, and then drank it all, and the bottle was finally empty.

The veteran said:

"Damn, why are the deaf people coming to join the army now?"

He reached out to grab the bag that the recruits placed on the table, and suddenly a ball of white light hit him, and with a "pop", it was hitting his wrist.

The white light broke into pieces. It turned out to be a wine glass. Fragments scratched his wrist and blood gushed out.

A cold voice came:

"Boy, if you wear this outfit, it's better not to do anything sorry for it!"

The man was furious and turned around and roared:

"Which bastard?"

Li Kuiyong rushed over like lightning and punched the person in the stomach, but with a muffled "bang", the person hunched over like a shrimp, and then fell down like a spine being sucked, spitting sour water...

Several veterans behind him were shocked, but they still plucked up their courage to surround him.

Li Kuiyong smiled faintly and said softly:

"I am Li Kuiyong, I'm brave enough to step forward and get beaten!"

Before, Li Kuiyong went to the recruit company to guide fighting training, and he asked all the recruits in the company to go side by side and besiege him alone.

The result is naturally-

A recruit lying all over the floor!

This matter has been so evil recently. These veterans have obviously heard of it. The pupils instantly dilated, their bodies shrank back, and they snatched up with their teeth, pulled up the prawn with sourness on the ground and left in shame.

From beginning to end, I didn't dare to say a word again.

The recruits had already stood up, their faces full of admiration, and said gratefully:

"Thank you...Li...Squad Leader Li!"

Li Kuiyong was happy:

"I haven't become the squad leader yet, call me brother!"

The recruits shouted happily:

"Brother!"

Li Kuiyong patted the recruits on the shoulder:

"Little brother, where did you come from?"

The recruits' eyes lit up:

"I came from Beijing, my name is Ning Wei."

Li Kuiyong smiled and said:

"We all came from Beijing."

He introduced him to Zhong Yuemin and Zhang Haiyang, and of course Wu Mantun from Yimeng Mountain, but Ning Wei's attention was obviously all on Li Kuiyong, and he shouted intimately.

Zhong Yuemin asked in confusion:

"Ning Wei, have you known Kui Yong for a long time?"

Ning Wei shook his head:

"No, no, I've listened to the radio and read newspapers before. I saw the real person during training a few days ago. I rushed over, but I didn't take a few moves. When my brother swung his legs, I flew out like a cloud and fog..."

As he said that, he looked at Li Kuiyong again:

"Brother, can you teach me?"

Li Kuiyong smiled and said:

"Of course, but you have to stay in the army. You have already had a warning. If you are naughty, we will have no fate..."

Ning Weida was shocked:

"Brother, how did you know?"

Li Kuiyong smiled without saying a word, Zhong Yuemin said mysteriously:

"Don't ask, your elder brother can do it."

Ning Wei shrugged:

"This is easy to deal with. At most, I will pretend to be a grandson next week. When the recruit company comes out, aren't you guys guarding me? Hehe..."

Li Kuiyong looked at him deeply:

"Ning Wei, a man's mind is supported by grievances. If you can't bear it and can't hold back, I will not teach you!"

Ning Wei looked at him and said a little nervously:

"Brother, I understand what you said. But my donkey's temper can't change. When I was a kid, I found that I was different from others. Other children were frightened when they saw blood, but I was excited when they saw blood. When I was in middle school, I started fighting with a stubborn master. Later, he took out a knife. I didn't even think about it and grabbed his blade. My blood suddenly came out, like a spring water. He softened his blood as soon as he saw blood and actually let it go. But when I saw blood, I was brave and snatched the knife and gave it to him. From then on, the stubborn master never dared to show up in this area again..."

Li Kuiyong sneered:

"What's the matter? Killing 800 enemies and losing 3,000 of them is quite glorious, right?"

Ning Wei's lips trembled and he didn't dare to reply.

Li Kuiyong said again:

"The most important quality of a soldier is iron-like discipline. Only by being able to control one's behavior, spirit, and emotions as accurately as a robot can one truly become the enemy's nightmare and the support of your comrades. If you can't even control yourself, how can you control the swords and guns in your hand?"

Ning Wei had already noticed Li Kuiyong's dissatisfaction and begged:

"Brother, I'm not a natural robber. Whenever I fight, I didn't want others to recruit me first? I never take the initiative to attack others. Besides, we are a special army. You don't want your soldiers to be all bear bags, right?"

Zhong Yuemin also spoke on the side:

"Kui Yong, Ning Wei is right. A soldier is a professional killer when he goes to the battlefield. However, I found that the boy's murderous aura is too strong, his attacks are too dark, and he has a bloodthirsty thing in his personality. He has a strong tendency to violence, which is very dangerous."

Ning Wei's face collapsed:
Chapter completed!