During the half-month holiday, Yan Lang couldn't call Rong Qian every day. It was inconvenient, and the second was that the time was not enough.

However, compared to others, Rong Qian, who answered the phone call every few days and more than 20 minutes, is already very conspicuous. At least everyone in the dormitory knows that Rong Qian has a partner with someone, and the partner still causes a rumor.

When New Year's Day passed, Yan Lang drove back to the army, took out his sick leave, and transferred to the new camp.

The new camp is located in a mountain outside Wujiang City, in the middle between Yan Lang's family and the Military Region Hospital. If you want to drive to the Military Region Hospital, one day is enough.

Yan Lang originally wanted to go over to see Rong Qian, but the recruits arrived half a day in advance. Yan Lang had already gotten in the car and drove out for a distance, so he had to turn around and go back.

In mid-January, Yan Lang called Comrade Rong Qian for advice and finally called the love report. Yan Lang then felt a little confident and would not be dumped by his partner casually.

In June, the stars in the night sky sprinkled like sesame seeds on sesame cakes, densely packed. The hot breath left by the sun during the day was still crawling on the ground and unable to dissipate. Yan Lang was idle in the dormitory and sorted out the letter Rong Qian wrote to him in the past six months.

I raised my hand and looked at my watch. It was at 3:12 in the middle of the night. It was the most tired time for me.

Yan Lang stood up from the chair in front of the desk, turned around and tidied up his clothes and belts in front of the mirror, and put on a military cap. Then he took the whistle hanging on the wooden rack and wrapped it on his arm, opened the dormitory door and strode out.

Yan Lang knocked three times in the dormitory on both sides, and then stood in the corridor with his hands behind his back. The originally quiet dormitory instantly sounded. Within thirty seconds, the four assistants got up and changed their clothes, with water droplets on their faces.

Yan Lang made a gesture and turned around and went downstairs first. The four assistants secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly followed.

The new batch of scout reserves sent here originally had more than 80 people. After half a year of selection, there are still 32 people left.

However, it cannot be said that these thirty-two people have passed the training successfully, because the field troops have no requirements for the number of new members. They can be large or zero, and it only depends on how many people pass the test in the end.

The five of them left the small two-story building together and turned to the downstairs of the trainee soldiers' dormitory.

A whistle rang out throughout the quiet camp. No electric lights were on in the dormitory. The soldiers who heard the whistle rolled and jumped off the bed. Before they opened their eyes, they quickly put on their clothes and overshoes.

Within one minute, the members of each team were quickly in place. Yan Lang and the assistant coach circled around and looked at the soldiers' outfits. They confirmed that there was no problem and asked the soldiers to divide into two teams to carry 20 kilograms of cross-country training for twenty kilometers.

This level is not particularly difficult for the current group of soldiers. Yan Lang thought about giving them a relaxation before dawn.

"Package supplies by yourself, before twelve o'clock in the afternoon, at the forty-three degrees southeast, at the top of Hongfeng Mountain."

Yan Lang gave the simplest order, made a gesture, and the soldiers quickly disbanded and went to the place where supplies were piled up to pack.

At the same time, everyone felt solemn in their hearts. While quickly selecting the team leader to distribute materials, they briefly met and discussed.

It is now 3:20, and there is still a long time to go from 12:00. It is obvious that the time it takes to go forward twenty kilometers across the country is impossible, and the conditions given by the instructor are too abundant.

So there must be other tests waiting for everyone on the road. This unknown danger made everyone feel heavy. After all, they have been together for six months, so who doesn’t know what kind of virtue is the most gentle and calm instructor Yan.

Although Yan Lang didn't stay for a long time, he could fully know the soldiers' mental activities. After all, he also came out like this at the beginning. He sat on the back table of the convertible off-road vehicle with his legs crossed. Yan Lang looked through the evaluation of the thirty-two people this month, estimating how many people could pass the final assessment this time.

Yes, today is the final assessment, there is no sign of any sign, and even the soldiers didn't even know when they finished training when they first arrived.

They don’t know the end point or the direction, and they are tossed and turned around in endless training every day by instructors who are suspected of having brain diseases with an extremely casual and contemptuous attitude.

At the beginning, there were still many thorns challenging Yan Lang. Yan Lang responded to the challenge when he was in a good mood, and if he was in a bad mood, he would directly give the other party a cross on the evaluation form - at least on the surface he seemed so casual.

When he arrived at the command center where the army green canvas tent was set up on the top of Hongfeng Mountain, he didn't know where Yan Lang actually saw the captain who had not seen for a long time.

After not seeing each other for a long time, they were naturally very happy. They saluted each other. Yan Lang smiled and fled the other person in the shoulder, and he also got hit, "How is it, Lao Peng and the others are all going to play?"

Lao Peng and the others are the other comrades in Yan Lang's team.

Except for Zhou Rui who went to the military academy to study, the remaining five people came.

The captain is Zhang Miao, who is in his thirties and has a body full of tendons and flesh. He is a man from Northeast China.

"Old Wang and the others were yelling to go and meet the recruits for a while, so I arranged for them to go there. After today, you will go back with us. This mission is not as good as you, and everyone is not used to it."

Lao Zhang and his team had just completed a mission of more than three months. In the tropical rainforest in Vietnam, Yan Lang had excellent combat capabilities and was proficient in astronomy, geography, and biochemistry. He was very good at dealing with various special geographical environments and was a leading soldier in the team.

The tacit understanding that has been together for many years is unmatched by others.

Although everyone knows in their hearts that it is impossible for each other to be each other's comrades for the rest of their lives, they are inevitably worried about it.

The mission was completed, and the captain and his team took the holiday and did not go home. Instead, they took the initiative to apply to assist the field army scouts in the new camp in Wujiang City to select the final assessment personnel.

Yan Lang laughed, "Lao Wang and the others are not good at recruits. They clearly want to vent the troubles they suffered from the instructors and the others back then."

If you want to talk about why instructors are more and more aligned, it is because this kind of instinct is passed down from generation to generation. Naturally, the more you accumulate, the more you play, the more you will be more and more tricks. Yan Lang has a deep understanding.

The captain laughed, but did not refute, and pulled Yan Lang to the sand table on the side to check the latest situation of the soldiers squad members who were constantly reporting to the scouts.

Because surveillance is not convenient, it is hidden in the wild, which is the first lesson for this group of scout reserves to learn. Even if Yan Lang and his men occupy various high grounds and use them to carry out the □□, they still cannot find everyone.

What Yan Lang and the others can understand is the general situation, such as the progress of the two teams, the number of members eliminated, and the preliminary situation of the fight.

I got a general understanding of the ability evaluation of these people from Yan Lang. The captain changed his mind and asked Yan Lang about his relationship, "How is it? Will you get a marriage report when you return to the team this time?"

After Yan Lang and Rong Qian confirmed their relationship, they reported to the army in January. It has been almost five months since now. Not only the captain thinks so, but the leaders above think so.

As a soldier, it is definitely impossible for them to spend too long on a partner. Half a year of time spent together, even through this long distance communication, is enough to be "mature" and can get married.

Yan Lang smiled, "I have such a meaning, but no matter how capable I am, I can't get my marriage certificate alone."

It still has to look at Rong Qian. Yan Lang is preparing to finish training today and rushed over overnight. He will pack up early tomorrow morning and just go to Rong Qian to ask.

I'm a little nervous when I think about it.

At about twelve o'clock, at the right time, there were only twenty-three people who arrived at the command center. The captain was quite pleased to see that these people were their juniors.

When they get old and retreat, these young people will take their place, rushing in corners that require the sharp knife of the country, and perhaps they will not be known until death, just like many of their peers and many of their predecessors.

Yan Lang followed the captain and gave some welcome words to the young people. Seeing these people supporting each other with a confused look on their faces, Yan Lang held his arms and smiled unkindly.

In the afternoon, the soldiers were taken away by trucks. Yan Lang and the captain took the off-road vehicle back to the camp to wash and change into casual clothes, and then went to the city to have a state-owned hotel together.

Halfway through the beer, Yan Lang saw that it was almost ten o'clock when he saw that it was almost nine o'clock, so he stood up and said goodbye, "You guys go back to rest by yourself later, I have to go to the next city."

Old Liu was drunk and was not drunk, but he couldn't straighten his tongue, complaining vaguely, "Go to the next city to do it? I finally had a drink, but I still have to leave?"

The captain laughed and pulled Lao Liu, "It has become a major event for not delaying Lao Yan's life. Lao Liu, you three bachelors must hurry up. Don't even hold Lao Yan's baby with you. You don't have a partner yet."

He educated the other three with Yan Lang, and the captain waved to Yan Lang, "Go, we will meet at Guoziling at twelve o'clock tomorrow morning."

Guoziling is located between Wujiang City and Zepi City, a six-hour drive from Wujiang City and a four-hour drive from Zepi City.

The captain and others set off from Wujiang City at around 5 a.m. to Guoziling, which was about twelve o'clock, which left Yan Lang with two hours to accompany him after winning the match.

Yan Lang was joking by four other people and left the hotel with the car keys.

The meal money was prepared when the food was served just now, so Yan Lang didn't need to worry.

Zepi City, the second-tier city where the Military Region Hospital is located, is about ten hours' drive from Wujiang City.

Last time, Yan Lang came out of the hospital with injuries on his body. The driver drove relatively smoothly. After driving for twelve hours, Yan Lang was alone and met a section of road without cars and no one. The military off-road vehicle drove very fast. When he arrived in Zepi City, it was only about five o'clock in the middle of the night.

Originally, Yan Lang was going to go to the guesthouse to wash up, but when he arrived, he remembered that he didn't bring any changes to his clothes.

When I thought about it, I just drove the car directly outside the hospital gate, sat in the car smoking, and stared at the orange-red street lights at the entrance of the hospital gate outside the car window.

I don’t know how long it took, but the street lights went out. After a while, a dark blue skyline appeared in the east.

Yan Lang narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath, took out a small box from his pocket, and pushed it apart. It was a small gold ring inside.

This was what Yan Lang called the old man and said he was going to ask his girlfriend about marriage. The old man asked him to drive over by the guards.

The gold ring looks nothing glorious, and it is even a bit dull. Fortunately, the style is a relatively younger type. It is a small ring with a simple little golden flower on it, in the shape of a plum blossom. Yan Lang knew that there was a word "Plum" in his grandmother's name.

Yan Lang tskated, covered the lid and put it back in his pocket, pushed open the car door and jumped out of the car.

At six o'clock, the nurses, cleaners, and security guards in the hospital had already gotten up and started working. Yan Lang entered the hospital, asked two people, and found the women's dormitory.

The dormitory is a three-story building with a wide horizontal width. It is relatively new and divided into two sides. Yan Lang has written many letters to Rong Qian, so he naturally knows that Rong Qian is in Building No. 1 on the left.

There is a large iron gate at the door downstairs, and only a small corner gate is opened. Yan Langliu has reached here, and many young nurses entering and leaving turn their heads and look at him curiously.

Soon, an aunt in her fifties who were holding a broom and a garbage shovel walked out with a stern face, "What are you doing? What are you looking at? This is a women's dormitory, comrade, have you gone to the wrong place?"

He said he was going to the wrong place, but the old lady's sharp little eyes looked up and down at Yan Lang, and five words were written on her stern face: This person is not serious.

The author has something to say: Yan Lang: Can you get a marriage report? No, I will ask again next time [Take a pants pocket

ps: Kavenga overslept. He went out to do business these two days, but he hasn't been away for too long. He is so tired. And the wind is blowing with snow foam. It's so miserable

I thought that because the male protagonist's perspective was too many things to write, I thought it would be completed in just over a dozen chapters, but now I think about it, the best thing about military wife writing is the daily life after marriage, so I might have to turn on the long-lasting mode. Everyone is ready, cough...
Chapter completed!