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Chapter 271 Why is the head of the head

Chapter 271: Why is the leader of the regiment?

Xiaojun's words made Song Jingwen stunned for a moment, and looked down at the small trash can at her feet. There were a few scattered melon seeds scattered on the ground. Humph, I'm laughing at me, I want to quit the flaws of snacks, and see what else you can use to cancel me.

Song Jingwen, who had just made up her mind, saw the snacks bought by Xiaojun next to her, and pursed her mouth. After eating these, I would quit, otherwise so much delicious food would be wasted. Well, that's it.

From the crack in the closed door, Xiaojun couldn't help but see Song Jingwen's appearance, and walked to his desk with laughter.

"Zuo Haojun, are you still the leader? Peek at your subordinates, hum!" Song Jingwen ran to the door inside and outside, shouted at Xiaojun inside the room in anger, and then heard a "bang" sound from the door, which was shut hard by Song Jingwen.

Xiaojun smiled and shook his head, not wanting to let his subordinates rely too much on him, so he just asked about the actual operation, but he still had to stay here in the early stages. Thinking about such a boring base life, it would be good to have someone like Song Jingwen who can make her laugh on weekdays.

I picked up the training list of female soldiers on the desk. There were everyone's simple resumes. Most of them were 57 female soldiers from all over China, most of whom were officers. But when Xiaojun saw the resumes of these people, his brows frowned deeply. Most of these so-called elites were only staying in combat troops or front-line troops, just staying, ranging from one or two months to several months, and most of them were working as a civilian. This is the current level of female soldiers in China? It is really too bad. How can such soldiers be trained here? Especially how to manage them?

After smoking a cigarette, Xiaojun had no good idea. The training ground downstairs went from silence to noisy. In just one minute, the soldiers who were training outside came back. Xiaojun put out the cigarette, picked up the training list and resume, and walked out of the office.

"Let's go, go to the cafeteria." After saying that, Xiaojun walked out first. Song Jingwen kept lowering her head, raised her fist and waved it a few times. The targets were all on the back of Xiaojun's head, but she was just gestured.

"So want to hit me?" Xiaojun did not look back.

"No, no." Song Jingwen stared at the back of Xiaojun's head strangely. Why didn't he look back and know what he was doing, so he gestured tentatively again.

Xiaojun shook his head and speeded up. Song Jingwen has changed so much since this meeting, and she often acted like a child.

On the way to the cafeteria, there were many soldiers coming back from training. When they saw Xiaojun, they stopped to salute.

The canteen of the base was first built, but the wall was smashed and opened by Long Yi and his men. After Xiaojun came back, he also praised this matter.

The soldiers’ dormitory is upstairs, and downstairs is a canteen. Under normal circumstances, it is normal to accommodate more than 1,000 people for meals. There are so many people at the base now, and you can put them down if you squeeze them.

The soldiers who walked into the cafeteria today were all stunned. The three kinds of food on the table, which could kill people, were obviously put in the snow outside for a long time after they were prepared; they also had ice-cracked egg soup; the large pieces of beef were just raw, and blood was still visible.

And everyone has discovered a problem. The amount of food seems to be much smaller. The food on a table of 10 people is enough for 5 people.

"What's going on? How is the cafeteria made?"

"Can this thing be eaten? Raw beef?"

"We trained for a day and gave us this food?"

"This is not something that people eat at all. Director, we want to protest." Several soldiers saw Xiaojun walking in with Song Jingwen, and turned to him to protest.

"Whatever you make a noise? Let's calm down!" A shout came from the front, Ma Hong and Pang Bin walked out, and Long San, Liu Gang and Zhang Zhu were also following them.

"Just eat this today, no doubt. Today, this is the only one. Iron Army should have a iron stomach. Is it rare to eat this on the battlefield? At least the steamed buns are just cold and not frozen yet, the soup is cooked, the beef is all good meat, and you are sprinkled with salt. What I want to say is that one person's rations must be eaten by two people today." Ma Hong announced loudly.

"Ah!!" It was difficult for the outsiders to adapt. They were about to speak up and continue to protest. They were always the prides in the army. Even if they had tight food, they had never been nervous before, so they naturally couldn't stand it.

Before he could speak, he was pulled by members of the Dragon Sword or the Dragon Group around him, raised his hand and pointed to the mountain that had already walked to the table. Ye Hai and other instructors, and they had already started eating.

"Eat, when you are performing difficult tasks outside or on the battlefield, this is already calculated." The mixed battle in the afternoon has given these people a certain friendship. The members of the Dragon Group who had experienced these at the Bing King Base and the members of the Dragon Sword who had experienced raw food in yn took care of the outsiders around them, and they had little food, and they also took care of them to eat first, although they couldn't eat it.

Ma Hong and others nodded. The plot of this canteen is an old tradition left by the Bingwang Base. When performing tasks, not to mention food, sometimes lurking in a place, and the rats and bugs passing by may be guaranteed by their own physical strength.

Now doing this is just to give them a psychological adaptation process first. Seeing that Long Jian and the members of the Dragon Group took care of outsiders, several of them nodded secretly. The initial comrades have been established. On the battlefield and in the mission, what is the most important thing is not strong strength, accurate intelligence, and powerful firepower, but the comrades around them can be trusted and can block bullets for the other party at critical moments. During training, they have more than ten years of experience in establishing this comrades at the Bing King Base, step by step.

It can be seen from Xiaojun and others who have come out of the Bingwang base that they are the closest comrades in the army whenever they meet.

Song Jingwen followed Xiaojun to the table. Looking at the blood-stained beef, she could still adapt. After all, she was a doctor and had never seen anything before. But when she saw Long Yi and others stuffing steamed buns into their mouths, a crisp sound came from the cracklings. The soup with ice chips, especially the beef, could still eat it with relish, and almost made Song Jingwen spit it out.

"Haha, just treat this as a 1-cent cooked steak. You know, eating a Western steak is very expensive." Xiaojun smiled at Song Jingwen, walked forward, took the dagger handed over by Long Yi, cut off a piece of beef, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly, especially the expression, as if he was eating such a delicious thing.

Song Jingwen could no longer help but run out of the cafeteria with her mouth covering her mouth and vomited in a corner, hoping to spit out all the food she ate yesterday. She couldn't imagine that something could be eaten?

Everyone saw this table in the middle of the canteen. All the leaders of the base were here. Everyone was eating the same food, and the amount was so small that no one spoke anymore. The noisy canteen was left with the sound of drinking cold soup and chewing, mixed with the sound of some soldiers unable to bear vomiting.

Some people really can't stand it and want to give up.

"Eat it, there is no physical training if you don't eat it. If you don't eat it, you may be eliminated. Look at the director and the director are eating it." The persuasion people pointed their hands at Xiaojun.

The power of role models is infinite, especially the leader who is in a high position sets an example. Xiaojun ate his own food, and the sound of eating in the entire cafeteria became much quieter, and most people finished eating.

Xiaojun turned around and walked out of the cafeteria. Whenever a soldier from an outsider passed by and ate the food in front of him, Xiaojun would smile and encourage him and pat him on the shoulder.

"Brother, did the leader look like this? It's better to show us. The food on their table is different from ours." A warrior who forced himself to suppress his vomiting asked a warrior from the Dragon Sword beside him.

"Fuck you, don't believe me and go and have a look. If the team leader's table is different from us, it must be the hardest steamed bun, the coolest soup, and the worst beef." This sentence made several Dragon Sword Warriors around him glar.

"Ah! Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, I'm just wondering why you worship the chief. Now I understand a little!" The soldier quickly explained that he didn't mean that.

"What's this? No matter when the regiment commander has food, he will first focus on the young soldiers or injured soldiers. In our independent regiment, the soldiers eat with full squad leader, the squad leader eats full squad leader, the company commander, the battalion commander, and the regiment commander will always eat when everyone is full. This is all a little meaning. At yn, I was injured and couldn't catch up with the team when I marched in a hurry. The regiment commander ran 30 kilometers on my back!"

"What are you? The bullet scar on the left arm of the regiment commander was left for me. At that time, a person who fired a cold gun fired a shot at me. The regiment commander pushed me away and got shot in his left arm."

With all the talk, more and more Long Sword warriors participated in it, telling the story of the regiment commander for these outsiders, and also letting them understand why Zuo Haojun is the eternal commander of the independent regiment and the eternal spiritual symbol of the current Long Sword Special Forces.
Chapter completed!
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