My liver skills in the military camp

Political Commissar Bai's usual style is to be stern and unsmiling, and this is still the case at this moment.

After bringing the new recruits to the military green bus behind them, Political Commissar Bai stood at the door of the bus and spoke.

"Even though you haven't been awarded the title yet, you are already considered a soldier."

"A soldier must behave like a soldier and behave like a soldier."

“It’s okay to talk quietly, but don’t make any noise.”

"Always remember that you are already soldiers, and hold yourself to the standards of a soldier."

After saying that, Bai Ci turned around and got off the car, and the lieutenant who was acting as the driver quickly followed. The two stood upright at the entrance of the station, waiting for the arrival of the next batch of recruits.

In the car, everyone had already started talking intensely.

"Did you see it? Chief! This is the first time in my life!"

There were some recruits from other cities on the bus who arrived earlier than Ye Fei and others.

A recruit wearing glasses lowered his voice, sounded excited, and spoke quickly.

"I've heard about his deeds!"

"I have been on the front lines and fought in battles. My right hand was lost on the battlefield. I crawled out of the pile of dead people!"

Ye Fei remained silent and did not participate in the surrounding conversations.

From the moment he saw Bai Ci, all the cells in Ye Fei's body were cheering, and his body was particularly relaxed.

That familiar atmosphere rushed to my face, as if the military spirit of the Second Corps was welcoming the return of Ye Fei, an unlucky wanderer.

No matter what, Ye Fei will always be a soldier of the Second Corps.

In fact, Ye Fei has been scared during this period of time.

Afraid that all this is just a dream, afraid that all this is just my fantasy.

But now, these concerns have disappeared without a trace.

The utterly ridiculous Ye Fei in his previous life was Nan Ke Yimeng!

And now Ye Fei wants to hold his fate firmly in his hands!

As the sun sets over the western mountains and the sky grows late, the last batch of recruits from southern Xinjiang finally arrive.

The recruits in the car were already hungry and huddled in their seats, completely losing their desire to talk. They just wanted to set off quickly and fill their stomachs as soon as possible.

In the expectant eyes of everyone, political commissar Bai and the accompanying lieutenant finally got on the bus.

Political Commissar Bai sat in the co-pilot's seat, and the captain beside him fastened his seat belt and asked respectfully.

"Political Commissar, shall we set off then?"

Political Commissar Bai nodded and hummed, but his voice sounded a little weak.

It is normal for a person in his fifties to stand in front of the station for a day under the harsh autumn sun.

The lieutenant took out his walkie-talkie, and there were only two simple words.

"Set off!"

"Car No. 2 received."

"Car No. 3 received."

A response sounded on the intercom, and then the military vehicle started slowly, leading a group of recruits towards the military camp and towards the recruit company!

"Hello? We'll be there in half an hour, right?"

"The welcome ceremony is ready and waiting for your arrival."

"What? Noodles? The cooking team has already made them. They are just heating in the pot. You can eat them when you come."

"Okay, okay, that's it."

The noncommissioned officer with the rank of staff sergeant put down his cell phone and glanced around.

I saw soldiers around me holding all kinds of equipment, including cymbals, trumpets, and flutes. They were lined up on both sides of the road. Fireworks were neatly arranged on the ground, and they were set off just waiting for the motorcade to come in.

Looking left and right, the sergeant noticed that something was missing, and turned to shout to the crowd behind him.

"Where's the big drum? Where did it move at half o'clock?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a reply came not far away.

"Here comes the squad leader, here and here."

I saw the two of them working together to lift the big drum. There was no one in their hands. Even the comrades who acted as the atmosphere team rushed to help, and everyone put the big guy on the ground together.

At this point, the preparations are completely completed and we are waiting for the new recruits to enter the camp.

Half an hour later, the convoy arrived as scheduled.

Following the sergeant's order, everyone used all their strength to perform their unique skills. The scene was lively, with gongs and drums roaring and firecrackers blasting.

It was already late at night, and the warm welcome ceremony directly dispelled the sleepiness of the recruits. They all leaned in front of the car window and looked at the scene outside.

The architectural style of the entire camp is the same. What stands out is pragmatism, which is generous, beautiful and neat.

The pines and cypresses on both sides of the road are evergreen. Although it is autumn, there are no yellow leaves on the ground or in the lawn. The grass, shrubs, branches and other green plants are neatly arranged. You can tell at a glance that a lot of effort has been put into taking care of it.

This is the masterpiece of the soldiers who just beat the gongs and drums.

They all belong to the same group, the Second Corps Teaching Team, which is permanently stationed at the new training base. In addition to daily training, they are responsible for the maintenance and repair of the entire camp.

Don't think it is a good job. The base covering an area of ​​more than 100 acres is managed by dozens of people all year round. Just think about it and you will know how much work it is.

And now they have one more task recently, which is to perform such a welcome ceremony for different batches of new recruits when they enter the camp, no matter the time, morning or evening, rain or shine.

This is also one of the fine traditions of the army and should not be taken lightly.

The military vehicle stopped slowly, and Political Commissar Bai stood up and said a few final words to the recruits in the vehicle.

"Welcome to the new recruit company. At the award ceremony three months later, I hope to see each of you transform into a qualified soldier!"

After saying that, Political Commissar Bai got out of the car first, while several school officials had been waiting for a long time. They hurried up to greet them, chatting without knowing what they were talking about, and drifted away.

The lieutenant in charge of driving stood up and gave the order directly.

"Get off the bus in order, and gather ten people in a row to stand!"

Ye Fei, who was sitting in the front row, quickly got up and got out of the car, lined up in the spacious playground in front of the building, and waited for the roll call to be divided into classes.

As the last recruit stood on the playground, the group of recruits was assembled.

The leader of the team is still the lieutenant who has just started driving. Bai Ci's arrival is more of a symbolic meaning, showing that the team attaches great importance to the new training work.

"All of them, turn backwards!"

"First row, target, training hall, let's move together~ Let's go!"

"The other columns follow in turn."

Following the lieutenant's command, the queue poured into the training hall in front of them. Several squad leaders in the hall guided the new recruits, who had not gone through queue training, to their positions.

The lieutenant got a white roster at some point and stood in front.

"Let me introduce myself, I am Wu Shiqi, the captain of the third squadron of the new training."

"It's very late, everyone must be hungry."

"Without wasting time, the comrade whose name I call next must remember to answer and stand behind the squad leader next to me."

There is no so-called long speech, just go straight to the point. This is the consistent style of all troops.

"Quan Shiqian."

"arrive!"

"Zhang Yong."

"arrive!"

"Ye Fei!"

When Ye Fei heard the leading lieutenant calling his name, he subconsciously stood at attention and responded without hesitation.

"arrive!"

Then he picked up his luggage and ran forward at a trot.