Chapter 392 The butterfly flaps its wings and flies high!
"Get on board! All teams, led by their respective team leaders, get on board!"
"Squad leader, keep an eye on the new recruits in your squad. Don't lose any of them. You can't send them back!"
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In the early morning, just as the sky was getting light, a long queue of trucks, dump trucks and other transport vehicles had already formed in front of the gate of the Provincial Military Hospital.
After completing the physical examination all night long, the new recruits, carrying their newly issued large bags, were half-drowsy and were rushed to the transport vehicles by their squad leaders like ducks.
"Jingyu, you're about to go to the battlefield, how do you feel?"
Among the recruits, a fair-skinned, slightly plump young man was looking at everything around him, his expression full of excitement!
In the red and white interweaving light and shadow, there are transport vehicles lined up like a long dragon, teams of new recruits boarding the vehicles, and officers and squad leaders in handsome military uniforms directing the boarding...
Shouts, engine roars, the sound of the transporter's air brakes...
And not far away
The LED screen at the entrance of the hospital scrolled with the message "Be a loyal soldier to the leader and fight to rebuild civilization!"
Yes! That’s right! That’s absolutely right!
This is exactly the same scene I've seen in a movie!
In the movie, the martyrs boarded the train to go abroad to keep the enemy out, and now I boarded the transport vehicle to rebuild China! !
This strong sense of mission almost made Ho Chi Minh's scalp tingle and his soul tremble. In just that moment, he seemed to have imagined the scene of his own heroic sacrifice!
He was surrounded, shouting "Fire at me", and directed the artillery to launch a devastating attack on the zombies! !
To die on the battlefield, the highest romance of Zhou Bang men!!
"What are you doing? Why are you crying all of a sudden? I told you not to come in the first place, and you're crying before you even get to the battlefield!"
A slightly ruffian voice interrupted Hu Zhiming's fantasy, and Zhang Jingyu clearly saw tears flashing in Hu Zhiming's eyes.
"A man who didn't even get a B in 3 years of CS wants to join the army?"
"So what? I'm a practical player. Zhang Jingyu, don't underestimate me. When we're on the battlefield, Shuangqiang will tell you the answer!"
Tsk~
Zhang Jingyu showed a disdainful expression and didn't intend to continue arguing with this 2D guy.
The reason why he joined the army was because his father asked him to come, and his childhood friend Ho Chi Minh, for some reason, was determined to follow him after hearing that he was joining the army.
Although I am not good at studying, I am good at sports and have good physical fitness. Even the current squad leader of recruits cannot beat me in physical fitness.
And what about my childhood friend Ho Chi Minh?
He is just a fat otaku who is spoiled by his family. Why should he go to the battlefield?
Based on the bond between him and me?? ! !
However, Ho Chi Minh, who was in a higher position, did not listen to Zhang Jingyu's advice at all, and kept repeating the conscription propaganda: "Be a loyal soldier to the leader and fight for the reconstruction of civilization!"
Sure enough, passion is an irresistible force in the two-dimensional world. If it is combined with saving the world, it will be a sure win!
So, I joined the army for the hope of my family, while Ho Chi Minh joined the army for the hope of humanity?
Thinking of this, Zhang Jingyu's gaze suddenly shifted from Ho Chi Minh to the large LED screen at the hospital entrance, and he looked at it seriously.
"Be a loyal soldier to the leader and fight to rebuild civilization!"
Huh~
Zhang Jingyu suddenly laughed at himself
My own awareness is not as high as that of a fat otaku in the second dimension...
"What are you daydreaming about! Huh? Jingyu, get in the car!"
When Zhang Jingyu heard the urging of his squad leader, he quickly came to his senses and climbed up to the carriage, which was more than one meter high, in a few steps with his big bag on his back.
When I turned around, I immediately saw my childhood friend hanging on the rear end of the car, stuck in a dilemma, wriggling like a caterpillar.
He smiled helplessly and quickly reached out to pull him up.
"You should lose weight, Zhiming!" Zhang Jingyu said this very seriously.
Although he showed a lot of dislike for Ho Chi Minh in his words, he didn't hate him. Instead, he was a little angry because he cared too much about him. He was angry that the other party had to get involved in this mess.
How could the battlefield at the end of the world be so simple?
How many unknown people are buried under the heroes...
As a childhood friend, Zhang Jingyu did not want Ho Chi Minh to become a hero, nor did he want him to become an unknown person. He just wanted him to live well...
With the resources of their parents, they could just live a life of idleness and wait for death...
Why bother?
"No problem. Haven't you noticed that I've lost weight since I joined the army? I'm definitely working out. Jingyu, you better be careful. I'll surpass you!"
Ho Chi Minh grinned, his eyes narrowed into a slit, his positive mood shattered the darkness before dawn, and the sky gradually turned pale in the distance...
"Haha! Yes! These are the soldiers from my squad 11!"
"Come on, Zhiming. I have confidence in you, squad leader. You have the potential to be a vanguard!"
A dark-skinned soldier wearing starry sky camouflage suddenly stepped between the two of them, hugging one with each hand, his expression and behavior full of intimacy.
"Monitor!"
Seeing that it was his squad leader, Zhang Jingyu did not dare to act rashly and hurriedly called him respectfully.
My dad told me before I came here that I must get along well with my superiors, because being bullied by superiors on the battlefield can be fatal!
Compared with Zhang Jingyu's cautiousness, Hu Zhiming was different. When he heard the squad leader praising him, he immediately started shaking.
"The squad leader has good vision. I also feel that I have the potential to be a vanguard! Hahaha~"
Ho Chi Minh's laughter was so penetrating that it attracted the attention of other recruits and squad leaders in the platoon.
"Yes, so our future vanguards will do three 300s instead of three 100s before going to bed tonight! Three hundred squats, three hundred push-ups, and three hundred sit-ups!"
Hearing this, Ho Chi Minh did not feel tired at all. Instead, he shouted with full of fighting spirit: "Yes, squad leader!"
"Not confident enough!!" The monitor's voice suddenly became louder!
"I can be the squad leader!" Ho Chi Minh raised his voice again.
"Not urgent enough!!!" The squad leader was still not satisfied.
"I can't wait to be the squad leader!!!" Ho Chi Minh said in a hoarse voice!
"You didn't give your all!!!!!" The squad leader spit on Ho Chi Minh's face.
"I want to make three 500s, squad leader!!!!!" Ho Chi Minh broke into a voice~~
"Good! Very spirited, I approve! Let's start right away!"
"Yes!!!"
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Watching the passionate interaction between Hu Zhiming and the squad leader, the other recruits in the platoon, including Zhang Jingyu, lowered their heads silently, not daring to look their squad leader in the eye...
I didn’t sleep all night for the physical examination, and it’s only fucking morning!
Is it time to start burning your youth? ? ? ?
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buzz~
After the recruits boarded the vehicles, they started and the entire convoy entered the warm-up state.
After the commander of the First New Training Brigade, Qiao Yingkai, said goodbye to the hospital director Wang Jianjun and a group of hospital leaders who came to see them off, the entire First New Training Brigade began to move towards the front line in stages.
The physical examination results will be available today and will be directly handed over to the agency, which will review and compile a list of unqualified people. They will then send a car to pick them up and send them back to the Chongyi gathering place on the same day!
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"On to the battlefield!"
Zhang Jingyu sat in the truck bed, leaning against his bag, looking at the receding scenery around him with a complicated expression...
Next to him was his childhood friend who was lying on the ground doing push-ups...
I only did less than 10 of them and my arms were shaking like butterflies...
In response, Zhang Jingyu chose to turn around silently.
I'm about to go to the battlefield, don't let me catch a cold!
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