After enough guns were shot, when he returned to the training ground, Mu Jingkai looked at his son, raised his chin and pointed at the four hundred-meter obstacle course. At this moment, the teams training on the field gathered and retreated, and the soldiers at the rest field had not entered yet.

The father and son met their eyes, their bodies sag slightly, standing on the same horizontal line, their whole body was in a state of tight muscles, and their spirits were focused on one point. Bai Weiguo took the stopwatch from the instructor who gathered the team.

"start!"

The father and son rushed out like lightning, and each step was very hard when stepping on the ground. The next step was greater and the strength of the ground was more. The disadvantage was that every step was to test the muscle load on the legs. The father and son both advocated strength and instant explosive power, and were light and light, not suitable for them.

After a lap, there is a little unfamiliarity. The pace between each obstacle is not as well-proportioned as the training soldiers all year round. Sometimes the difference between half a step is to hinder the distance of the wall from jumping. Should you continue to run half a step or jump directly, the front will affect your rhythm, and the later will make it impossible for your body to reach a sufficient height if you cannot reach the best distance. But even so, the results of the father and son are close to the average level of the amphibious special forces team.

Bai Weiguo said nothing this time, so he gave a thumbs up: "Tonight, you can eat and drink and drink enough."

This father and son are no longer in their position, but they still have such a state. It is not simple. With such qualities and systematic training, it is reasonable to become a qualified special forces soldier in a short period of time.

Guo Yu's bitter face came again. When he heard that he would not be frowning when he saw Mu Jingkai, he asked. After Mu Jun asked, he found out that old friends gathered together. Mu Jingkai drank Guo Yu, the little demon king, in the hospital for seven days. The examination concluded that it was alcohol poisoning.

Mu Jun smiled and patted Guo Yu on the shoulder: "Brother, the more you drink, the more you bully you, isn't it just uncomfortable? Isn't it just vomiting? Isn't it just hospitalization? Don't be afraid, I'll be with you tonight."

Bai Weiguo called two deputys, and they were all soldiers who tested alcohol. A fat roasted lamb exuded a charming burnt fragrance. Several people sat on the mountain bags and sat around the campfire. They used lunch boxes as white wine glasses and poured them at random to half a bottle of wine. Bai Weiguo seemed to have invested a lot and carried three boxes of Maotai on top of the roasted lamb. A small pot was put on a small fire next to the roasted lamb. Sheeted a mutton soup and hot soup to relieve wine. Drinking is for the sake of drinking it happily, and feeling uncomfortable is not the purpose.

"Come on, let's go three." Bai Weiguo came up and held the lunch box and arranged to toast, staring at Mu Jun. He knew the amount of people there, and it was just to see if Mu Jun dared to drink it.

"Come on, Uncle Bai and Uncle Guo." Mu Jun rubbed his arms, picked up the lunch box and drank all the white wine in it, and then used his hands to wipe the white wine that was leaked from the corner of his mouth and shouted "It's great."

The generous man can always quickly get the recognition of the same generous man. After eating three boxes of wine, the scene became warmer. Guo Yu, who usually followed a group of children to yell and consumed on various occasions, was also generous. The first box of wine was gulp and drank it all, flushing his cheeks, lifting the lunch box upside down, and welcoming Mu Jingkai's rare praise.

After the pure food and drink, Bai Weiguo's two deputy officers and guard Xiao Jiang said goodbye. Drinking was interesting for a group of people. After drinking too much, three or five close friends talked about their intimate words. That feeling was the most wonderful, and it was also the real reward for Mu Jingkai to give his son - relax and have a good rest.

From childhood to adulthood, Mu Jingkai discovered that his son is a combination of himself and his wife, and he was very thoughtful and thoughtful. He always let himself live on a goal line. This goal line is not a broad one, two, three, four, and five, but he sets a horizontal bar in his heart. The exam may not be the first place, the second place, but he must achieve the estimated score after controlling the test paper. Even if the ranking is first and the score is not the score he requires, he will be unhappy. What he thinks in his heart is within his ability, and he will not easily set some illusory goals.

The career, officialdom, and the most complex and most challenging field in the world, the son should be very tired in it. Mu Jingkai needs to give his son a relaxing environment. It is undoubtedly a good way for father and son to drink together.

The stars were dotted in the night sky, and the crispness of the night was ringing beside the few people. The burned spices drove away the flying mosquitoes. There were only a few bones left in the roasted lamb, and four bottles were left in three boxes of Moutai. Mu Jingkai, Bai Weiguo, Guo Kaifu, and Mu Jun were carrying a bottle each, sitting under the night sky, looking up at the stars. It was a drunken word or a heartfelt word, and only four people knew it. As for Guo Yu, Xiao Jiang was carved by him early and fell on the bed to discuss with Duke Zhou about how much wine a person could drink.

"It's comfortable, it's rare to get drunk, it's rare to get leisure." Mu Jun's face showed a rosy rosy look.

Mu Jingkai grabbed the cigarette in his mouth between the index finger and middle finger of his left hand, picked up the bottle of wine with his right hand and took a big sip, burped, using smoke and alcohol to match it with alcohol to feel dizzy: "Xiao Xue will not be able to return to China to report his duties later. Both the General Political Department and the General Staff want him, and he is asking for my opinion."

Guo Kaifu extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, and Bai Weiguo also raised the bottle and took a sip. Neither of them expressed his opinions, and they were wandering around and there was no accurate picture.

"Is there no third option? Are you coming down to lead the army?" Mu Jun burped.

"There should be no such possibility. You can't give it to me when you are big, and it's not suitable for you when you are small. The superiors don't want him to lead troops very much." Mu Jingkai shook his head. Once a hero is too famous, it is not necessarily a good thing.

"Then go to the General Political Department. Since you want to establish it, then you will establish it to the extreme. It will be a flag in the future. A general without soldiers will also be a general. It is just that you will be wronged by Uncle Xue and you may not have the chance to be with the army in this life." Mu Jun stood up, looked up at the night sky, opened his arms, faced the night wind, closed his eyes comfortably, and enjoyed the rare relaxation space.

Guo Kaifu's eyes condensed, and two rays of light were cast from the turbidity. He looked at Bai Weiguo next to him, and couldn't help but secretly applauding Mu Jun's choice. This kid was too politically keen and dared to make a decision. He used his own reasons to tell the three people that if it were him, he would choose this because this was the best choice.

"Uncle Xue's butt determines the head, while Dad and Uncle Bai's your head determines the butt. The stupid soldier is pretty good. Really, I hope that the ones below are all stupid soldiers. Only by being purer can you have more. Dad, you taught me a lesson. In this matter, you taught many people a lesson, but they just don't know. Uh, the punishment, what I recited this punishment should be a road that the leader took the initiative to pave for you, uh..." Mu Jun was drunk, and it would be better to sit there and remain motionless. After standing up, the alcohol rushed to the top of his head. After saying a few words, he sat down shakingly and leaned on Mu Jingkai's shoulder, and fell asleep.

"This kid is really suitable for walking this path. His mind is fast and he thinks enough." Guo Kaifu looked at Mu Jun who was snoring and said slowly, picking up the wine bottle and walking towards the camp.

"Old Mu, it's good to have someone to succeed. Before that, let's go for your son more. If the opportunity is right, you have to consider it more for your son." Bai Weiguo also stood up and swayed towards the camp.

Mu Jingkai shook his head, carried Mu Jun on his back, and sang a military song he hummed for Mu Jun when he was a child. He knew that this might be the last time he had the opportunity to support his son.

Later in the night sky, standing in the middle of the camp playground with a cold wind, Mu Jingkai called his wife: "Wife, do you think we should..."

"Jingkai, let the child go and go for it by himself. All we need to do is stand behind him." Xi Jingwei is always so quiet and has no dispute with the world, but this type of person has one thing in common and powerful. The more he does not fight, the more he is, the more he is transcendent and the clearer he can see.

"I won't let my son suffer any grievances, no one can do it."

"I know, but you might as well care about your daughter now. The little girl should be in love. I don't object to her falling in love. It's just that the college entrance examination is about to be in the middle of the year, this child..."

"What did you say? Wait until I go back and investigate which little bastard..."

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At the same time, on the road between Ningfeng City and Dianyu County, a Pusan ​​was driving on the road in a crooked manner, and the speed was not slow. A man and a woman in the car, stimulated by alcohol and lust, completely forgot to drive the car. This is still a road for large vehicles to pass through.

The dazzling headlights lit up, and the two of them were separated by being invisible. The instant horror made the alcohol and lust dissipate. The man grabbed the steering wheel with both hands and tried to change something, but he was helpless, it was too late.

After a loud bang, the dust returned to the soil.

In the bloody Poussan, the untidy woman was still in the man's untied pants. The irony of this picture became the "entertainment" news after dinner in Dianyu County for a period of time.
Chapter completed!