Every industry has its own slang or jargon.

  It's just like an army, it has its own military slang.

  For example, one hair to three hairs refers to the military rank from second lieutenant to first lieutenant. Two hairs one to two hairs four refer to the shoulder straps from junior captain to senior captain.

  As for the generals' ranks...?

  That nickname doesn't sound very good...

  Anyway, when I listened to the old soldiers bragging, they said that the generals' epaulets were called sanitary napkins. Didn't you notice that the surface of the generals' epaulets was smooth and slippery, just like the surface of a sanitary napkin?

  At that moment, I was so startled that the teapot in my hand almost fell to the ground!

  Isn't this also being too rude?

  Later when he became a soldier and grew old, he didn't think there was anything wrong with writing this common idiom.

  Isn't it just fellow soldiers passing time by chatting idly?

  When a soldier's brother has respect and admiration for his superior, it is all hidden in his heart and reflected in his actions. Occasionally speaking casually with his lips is actually insignificant.

  If someone who has never been a soldier hears it, they will really be somewhat bewildered.

  Since I've already started writing about life as a soldier, I might as well take this opportunity to open up and talk about some military slang.

  Military language is shaved hair?

  When I first arrived at the new recruit training camp, I still had a head full of long hair and had a completely different feeling from my fellow brothers around me.

  Everyone else had their hair styled at the armed department and came all the way here, climbing mountains and crossing rivers, but only grew less than an inch of short hair on their heads.

  Every day after training, I wash my head and face with a basin of ice water. The feeling can only be described in one word...

  Cool!

  But I won't make it...?

  A head full of fur, no matter how I wash it, I always feel like my scalp is itching, and every day I'm busy with training and small tasks, where do I have the time to properly groom myself?

  I quickly ran to Brother Ming and said, "Brother, can you give me half a day off? I want to go find a barber to take care of my hair?"

  Big Brother Kuang glanced at me and said, "Don't worry, someone will come to shave you all in two days. You little guy just hold on for another two days!"

  I didn't make a sound, but I looked at Yang Ke next to me and saw that little brother looking at me with a resentful expression.

  Yang Kena's little brother also had hair on his head, although it wasn't as conspicuous as mine, but the style looked similar to the shoulder-length hair that young people have nowadays.

  And Yang Ke's little brother likes to shake his head when playing the erhu.

  According to him, it was because he was indulging in the music and couldn't help himself, that's the feeling art brings to people. But I think Yang Ke just wanted to show off!

  But now it's no longer possible to play around, training is getting harder and more exhausting every day, and it's hard to say whether I can even stand up until bedtime, what's the point of being cool?

  Besides, who am I pretending for?

  After a day of exercise, everyone is exhausted like dead people. Who still has the energy to appreciate Western scenery?

  What's going on...?

  I remember it was just over the weekend, right?

  Then I heard the whistle blowing outside, and everyone rushed out to assemble. The instructor stood in front of the team and shouted, "In units of companies, shave your hair!"

  Shave?

  I thought it was Brother Kuangming teasing me when I first heard him say this word.

  How can an instructor also have such an attitude?

  I'm puzzled in my heart, but I still follow the team to one side to prepare.

  Then I saw what was called flowing water operation.

  Thousands of brothers lined up in twenty rows, pulled off their hats and put their heads under the hot water faucet for three to five seconds. Then two old soldiers stood on either side with clippers in hand, grabbed the brothers' heads which were still steaming with heat and started cutting their hair.

  At most it's just twenty seconds, and the head below the push mower becomes a vast expanse of wheat field after autumn harvest, with only short stubble left on the scalp and a few stray hairs.

  Next to a basin full of soap bubbles, which had been prepared early on, the brother who had undergone preliminary treatment went over and grabbed a handful of soap bubbles and wiped them onto his head. Then several old soldier brothers with razors in hand showed off their knife-sharpening skills, and the little brothers with foam all over their heads began to shave!

  I roughly understand why shaving heads in the army is called "shaving hair"...

  A proper haircut is about aesthetics and comfort, but in the military, it's all about being neat, uniform, practical and convenient!

  At the speed of a haircut, it's hard to handle so many brothers' heads. I'm afraid that by the time the last brother is done, the first brother who got a haircut will have to sit back in the chair again!

  I completed the process of going from a long-haired to a bald head amidst the cries of "ah" and "ouch" as my brothers were pushed, cut, and scratched by the razor.

  I really didn't think there was anything special about it...

  After all, I've been bald since childhood, and now that I'm grown up, it's nice to recall my childhood memories, isn't it?

  Before I could even touch the smooth head and carefully feel the feeling of Xinjiang's small wind blowing directly on my scalp, Yang Ke's little brother made a big fuss!

  I don't know what's going on in Yang Ke's little brother's mind either?

  Anyway, that little brother's eyes were already a bit straight when he was queuing up, and when it was his turn to go over and wash his head, Yang Ke's little brother simply turned around and ran towards the dormitory like his butt had been burned by fire.

  Everyone was stunned, even Brother Kuangming and his friends were stunned...

  What's going on here?

  In the past, I have also seen soldiers who were unwilling to shave their hair. At most, they would cover their heads and stubbornly refuse to let others touch them. In the end, either under the guidance of the instructor's education and persuasion, or under the exemplary effect of the officers, they would compromise. But I really haven't seen this phenomenon of running back to the dormitory to escape before?

  At that time, a lieutenant brother said that this soldier was really evil? I've only seen an old hen rushing to lay eggs without caring about anything and rushing into the chicken coop. It's really unheard of for a living person to rush back into the coop and hide because of their hair.?

  I'm telling you clearly, those soldiers are from your class, right? What kind of soldiers are these?

  Before Kang Ming could say anything, a loud erhu sound suddenly came from inside the dormitory.

  I don't know what song it was, and later I asked Yang Ke but she refused to say.

  Ke Yang and his brother just dragged the erhu out of the dormitory!

  Those who have played the erhu know that placing it on their waist and playing requires a certain level of skill, especially while walking. Without several years of hard practice, it's simply impossible to play well.

  Ke Yang Ke just walked into the relatively empty playground with his erhu.

  As if nobody is around!

  I can only use this word to describe Yang Ke's expression, he was so focused on playing the erhu, his eyes slightly closed, and his arms moved as if possessed, making the sound of the erhu wrapped in a python skin fly out, stunning all the brothers in place.

  And Yang Ke's brother's long hair was also drifting in the gentle breeze of Xinjiang with the sound of the erhu...

  I don't remember when the song ended, I just stared blankly at Yang Ke's brother gently putting down the erhu and walking to the dragon head to wet his hair.

  Yang Ke walked up to the old soldier brother holding the scissors with a head full of dripping wet hair and said, "Trouble Captain, cut it..."

  I don't know if there were tears or water on Yang Ke's face, but I saw a look in the eyes of that brother of his that I couldn't understand at the time.

  The look of giving up on something and preparing to take away something else...!!!