Chapter 3

  I'd rather lose a few more words on that guy!

  As for Huang Ming, I can only describe him by borrowing a comparison that makes me sick - Jia Baoyu!

  Jia Baoyu still underwent an appendectomy but the doctor accidentally cut off the wrong organ.

  Kuang Ming is a native Beijinger and also the descendant of a famous family, with all members being soldiers. However, it's strange that Kuang Ming was trained by his elders since he was young, undergoing rigorous military training every morning, just to make him less refined and more like a strong and robust man. But no matter how hard they tried, Kuang Ming still maintained his delicate and refined appearance, looking nothing like a soldier but rather like a university student who had just graduated.

  This proved the old saying: a dog that bites doesn't bark. So, it's clear that this guy is a biter. I still remember vividly to this day the faint glimmer of ferocity on his pale face.

  The large bus was soon replaced by a military truck. At the time, I felt that the troops were so poor that they used cargo trucks to transport people, and the density of the people being transported was not small either?

  As they marched forward, the sparse trucks gradually formed a convoy, and the increasingly massive convoy was just like what was described in "The Ballad of the Army Carts": one glance couldn't see the head, another glance couldn't see the tail. Amidst the yellow sand and dust filling the sky, a long green dragon emerged, shaking its head and swinging its tail, demonstrating what it means to have an iron current surging forward and an aura as magnificent as a rainbow.

  Finally, the car stopped and those carsick brothers on the bus were finally relieved. Under the loud shouting of the team leaders, they rushed down from the bus like a swarm of flies and gathered together to form a square formation.

  I was a later recruit, at that time 1,700 new recruits were gathered here and called instructors to start selecting soldiers. Don't be too small, don't be too big, don't be too fat, don't be too thin...

  In short, how you pick apples, pears, oranges and pineapples at the fruit stand is just like how a commander selects his soldiers!

  On the left were the stations that hadn't been chosen, on the right were the ones that had, and in between them was a station waiting for a brief judgment. I saw the instructor holding a name list, shaking his head and sighing, muttering curses under his breath.

  At that time, special forces were just a concept. Ordinary people knew at most that the reconnaissance troops in the army were very powerful.

  So when forming the first batch of special forces, there were many instructors and most of them were high-ranking experts who had fought hard on the Vietnamese battlefield, but the source of soldiers was tense.

  Especially when our batch of soldiers happened to catch up with the time when the troops were in a state of disconnection, the old scouts had retired and left, you can't just ignore everything and force people to stay in the army for a few more years before going back.

  That family still wants to have children and grandchildren, right?

  Who doesn't want to be a career soldier when they can switch from being a volunteer soldier?

  What a quota! Our volunteer quota is like a mountain, an impassable mountain!

  You guys see that American military team with a forty-year-old sergeant who is so imposing, he's even more authoritative than the company commander and battalion commander?

  That is the typical career path of volunteer soldiers.

  These old veterans in the army are all treasures! Which one doesn't have a few unique skills?

  But we can't afford it!

  Can only watch these darlings leave the army with tears in their eyes!

  So we can only pick some of the more mature ones among these green and inexperienced people to take the lead. In any case, at least we have made sufficient preparations, and it's better to choose a tall one from among the dwarfs in the sea battle tactics.

  Who is the instructor?

  With his experience and tactical quality, he would be a formidable figure in any unit, the kind of person who could burst into the battalion commander's office at will, smoke and drink water as he pleases, and even call the commander's wife "sister-in-law" and ask her to cook him some dishes or boil some wine.

  Can someone as inexperienced as us be taken seriously?

  Years later, the instructor got drunk and told me a truth: "Little brother, fortunately, it was just your batch of soldiers who were hard to deal with. If there were a few more batches like you, I would have been driven mad!"

  I was also talking nonsense back then, saying that the old man used to be a poor farmer but now he's not a useless old man anymore and should go back home to farm and raise sheep. Has the Henan hick gone?

  The instructor poured a cup of wine into his throat and sighed, saying "Ah, ah, your sister-in-law is not easy, I should go back, I should go back..."

  Why was I so loose-lipped at that time!

  After leaving about a thousand people behind, those brothers who didn't get picked up got on the car and left first. We, these exposed donkey eggs outside, got back on the car, this time even the canvas on the car was put down so that we couldn't see outside at all. Moreover, the old soldiers, military officers, and lieutenants all sat in the trunk with us.

  I've got something to say about that guy Kuang Ming too!

  That guy didn't know whether he was taking advantage of me or what, all the way his eyes were wandering around me and Jiang Kuan and Yang Ke with that especially ill-intentioned gaze.

  Jiang Kuan was young and didn't notice, Yang Ke's courage was small and he didn't dare to notice. Only I was a bit older and thought I had mixed with society, so I took that kind of street thug's provocative gaze and stared at him openly.

  Just like two black-eyed chickens...

  It was easy to feel that the car had stopped. Kang Ming let out a cold laugh and lifted up the canvas, jumping down from the vehicle and beckoning us to also hurry down.

  I felt tired at that time.

  My eyes are tired!

  Don't you believe that if you stare at yourself in the mirror with all your might, using that kind of obviously unconvincing provocative gaze, and persist for several hours?

  Your eyeballs must be twitching!

  With a jump down from the train with luggage in hand, I officially set foot on Xinjiang soil. And immediately, the land of Xinjiang gave me a warm welcome.

  The fine dust of the flour generally covers the ankle, and a serious step by step, thousands of people jump down from the car to the huge parking lot, immediately becoming a sky full of yellow dust. The sound of coughing, sneezing, and spitting phlegm never stopped.

  Then they formed teams to enter the barracks to tidy up and clean.

  At that time, his heart was chilled to the extreme.

  Is that also called a house?

  The brick wall is dilapidated, the windows are all intact but at a glance you can see that the window frames are almost rotten. The room has only an iron frame bed with two white quilts, a military blanket and a white sheet on it.

  There were two galvanized iron buckets and a wet earth stove built against the wall, next to which was a small coal cellar with several large blocks of smokeless coal thrown inside.

  Come in and take a look. You twenty people live here, you clean the house, make your beds, do chores, light fires to warm up, boil water to drink.

  After finishing, he opened Yang Ke's backpack and gave a demonstration. In just two minutes, the bed was made. He said, "I heard the whistle, let's go eat." Then he turned around and left.

  Then everyone found their own bed and I chose the lower bunk closest to the door, made my bed and went out to fetch water.

  Something's gone wrong!

  A house with twenty soldiers, ten from Hunan and ten from Shandong, is just like nobody using the earth stove to make a fire.

  In Hunan, the soldiers are basically city soldiers. At most, they have seen their elderly family members use a charcoal stove or honeycomb coal to keep warm in winter and cook a radish and pork rib soup.

  The brothers from Shandong are all from the Yimeng Mountains, and their homes basically just burn firewood for cooking and heating. None of them have ever come into contact with this large piece of smokeless coal.

  Wide-eyed and tongue-tied, I don't know what to say anymore...

  I didn't know how I suddenly became so clever at the time either.

  Glanced around the room and found a tattered book on the windowsill by the door. Picked it up and saw that it was a single soldier training outline, but the cover was gone. Went out again and saw several withered small trees at the door, so I kicked one over and brought it back to the room.

  I'm the oldest!

  How can these little brothers be more knowledgeable?

  Fake and hypocritical, he tore up that book and put it on the withered tree branch, lit it, and added smokeless coal.

  Xinjiang's kang is truly a treasure!

  The entire wall was hollow, and the whole thing was a giant blowpipe. The stove didn't leak any smoke at all, but flames suddenly sprang up with a whoosh.

  Just boil water.

  The water hasn't boiled yet and Kang Ming came in saying "Who has seen my book?"

  His face was full of anxiety.

  I said that book I thought nobody wanted it so I burned it what book is it if you want I'll compensate you for one?

  I thought I was being very polite and courteous at that time, and had the demeanor of someone who knew how to navigate social situations.

  Have you ever seen the look in someone's eyes when they want to eat a person?

  His eyes were like that at the time!

  Twenty people, all with different appearances, didn't dare move anymore.

  Everyone stared at him with eyes that seemed to want to devour him.

  All that's left in my ear is the sound of water splashing in a bucket, accompanied by the muffled thud of a clenched fist.

  They remained deadlocked for a whole minute before Kang Ming stamped his foot and turned around to leave.

  Brother, if I had known the origin of that book, I would rather burn myself than burn that book!

  It was later learned that during the Vietnam War, three generations of the Lao Kung family went to fight.

  Kuangming's second brother was an artillery scout, commanding a battery that covered the six heavy artillery positions of the Vietnamese hidden in caves. After being surrounded by Vietnamese commandos, he pulled the glorious bullet.

  At that time, Old Master Kong was in the command post, watching as a fireball rose up from the direction where his son was.

  Kuangming's second elder brother left this book for Kuangming.

  I'll just stop writing here?

  I'm going to burn incense for my brother!