Seeing that the girls cut their braids under the instructor's forced order, all the boys felt awe-inspiring in their hearts, and their behavior was involuntarily and even more banned.

The instructor did not talk for long, but just repeated the precautions for military training.

But this time, everyone remembered it seriously. Faced with these selfless instructors, they dare not violate these disciplines casually.

Maybe it was because I saw that the sun was too big, or maybe it was because it was only the first day, and the instructors finished their explanation and let everyone go back to the barracks.

Going back does not mean you can relax. The key to military training is to allow students to maintain group actions at all times and allow them to receive collectivist education subtly while they are busy.

Everyone gathered together according to the class that was divided, and the instructor in their class taught everyone the revolutionary songs, and agreed that a song-pulling competition would be held that night.

College students are all young boys and girls with strong spirits. People of this era are familiar with revolutionary military songs. In a short while, they heard loud singing sounds coming from various barracks.

Military singing is not a stage singing. It is advocated that everyone sings loudly. It doesn’t matter if they are out of tune, but they must be full of energy.

So, when two thousand college students were raising their voices at the same time, the sound made the roof buzz.

Before these students came to the training base, they only knew a few roommates in their dormitories. As they learned and practiced songs, a group of young people quickly became enthusiastic after making countless fools. They spoke Mandarin with local accents, hugged their backs, and sang high, just like old friends who had known each other for many years.

Xiao Qiang also sang loudly with a few classmates he had just met, shoulder to shoulder, and did not hesitate to sing loudly, but no matter how he listened, it was like a group of wild wolves howling.

"Okay, keep this energy. Tonight's first place must be ours." The instructor encouraged everyone's enthusiasm and looked at the watch. "Everyone can save some energy. It's time for dinner. Let's eat, and then use the singing to shake the other classes!"

The students burst into laughter.

Although these college students have not started formal military training, their physical strength has been consumed a lot, and many of them are already so hungry that they are roaring. When they hear about eating, they all show their wolf-like eyes. In a blink of an eye, they all turn into a group of hungry wolves.

There are also queues when going to eat. Each class is lined up in an orderly manner to the place where you eat.

After an afternoon of hard and soft work, although college students have not learned how to maintain a military attitude to strive for, the principle of abiding by discipline has been deeply imprinted into their hearts.

The so-called canteen is also an open-air canteen. There are about 2,000 college students and more than 1,000 soldiers in the army. There is no such large canteen that can accommodate so many people to eat at the same time. The counselors who led the team can also sit on the table with the instructors to eat. The college students and soldiers all used their lunch boxes to make meals one by one, took steamed buns, and sat on the ground in the sect.

The students and soldiers were naturally divided into two sides.

The soldiers still maintained strict discipline, and thousands of people were like one, clattering, putting down the bowl and steamed buns, crossing their legs, and sitting on the ground together without making any other sounds.

Although the college students tried hard to learn from the soldiers' demonstrations, everyone's movements were fast and slow. When they sat down, they either touched the shoulders of others, poured food, or threw steamed buns, and the sound of putting down the bowls and chopsticks was also front and back. It sounded like a group of chaotic symphonies. Some people were hit by stones when they sat down and screamed, which seemed very chaotic. It took two minutes to gradually calm down.

Xiao Qiang's movements were only a beat slower than the soldiers.

When he was a child, he was often taken to the army by his father and familiar with military camp life. Although he did not become a soldier as Xiao Jianjun wanted, he had long remembered these processes. However, his training was not enough, and he could almost reach the level of a new recruit company. It was still much worse than a regular field force. However, compared with ordinary college students, it was much stronger.

His eyes were staring at the snow-white steamed buns, and the saliva in his mouth could hardly be covered.

He has never been as hungry as he is today. He feels like he can eat it alone even if he is given a roasted whole beef.

He didn't need to look around. Basically, everyone around him had similar expressions to him. If he hadn't shouted yet, he wouldn't have heard any other sounds except for the sound of eating.

Even those girls who usually seem to be unconventional also have green light in their eyes, and there is a hint of delicateness.

"flute!"

As soon as the whistle sounded, Xiao Qiang picked up the bowl and the chopsticks were like a pair of excavators. After a few strokes, he dug a big hole. The disappeared part of the rice had already entered Xiao Qiang's mouth. After a few chews, he entered his stomach.

The food doesn't matter whether it's tasty. In this era, many cities have just escaped poverty and are preparing to pursue a richer life. Everyone has been suffering since childhood. If they are not particularly rich in their families or are from cadres, they have no dissatisfaction with these foods, and they will eat them voraciously, just like a starving ghost reincarnation.

This military meal also requires exercise.

Although Xiao Qiang's classmates seemed to eat vigorously, they had a large amount of rice grains in their mouths and had no soup to help them swallow. In fact, they ate very slowly. Two students who seemed to have better tutors were still chewing slowly. After they moved a few chopsticks, Xiao Qiang had already gotten up and went to make the second bowl.

Some people were anxious when they saw Xiao Qiang eating so quickly, fearing that they would not be able to get a meal if they were too late. They hurriedly sipped into their mouths, but they choked in their throats and rolled their eyes in an anxious manner.

Xiao Qiang's actions were no different from fighting. As soon as he finished the third bowl, he heard the sound of the whistle "flute".

He snapped and quickly placed the empty bowl and chopsticks on the ground, put his hands on his knees. Just as he had time, he licked the last rice grain at the corner of his mouth with his tongue.

"The meal is over, and everyone exits in an orderly manner based on the class." The instructors had finished their meal at some point, and they had to go to the class with their hands to supervise.

Xiao Qiang and the soldiers stood up at the same time with standard movements and walked out of the open-air cafeteria. The classmates who were still eating hard, when the rice bowl was taken away, they still held the rice in their mouths and shouted in a confused manner: "Take another bite, instructor, let me take another bite!"

The classmates who came out with Xiao Qiang all looked at him with jealous eyes. Tonight, they would say that the one who ate the most was Xiao Qiang. Three bowls of white rice, a few spoonfuls of vinegar and cabbage, and two big white steamed buns that were thinking. No wonder this kid was burping his teeth while walking. No matter how he looked, he looked like those white bandits who harmed the common people on TV!

"How did you practice? Why did you eat so quickly?" Guo Shouqiang, who was in the automation department, asked angrily. He had just eaten a bowl and waited for him to make the meal. The rice bowl was empty and he didn't leave him a steamed bun, so he was ordered to leave the table. He felt that his stomach was still empty, as if he was looking for something to stuff it in.

"It's nothing great. If you practice for a few more days, you will eat faster than me!" Xiao Qiang touched his stomach with satisfaction, but he still had the strength after eating enough. There was no oil in the dish, so he wouldn't be hungry.

Several other students didn't believe his words and said unanimously: "Who can eat more than you like this! You eat the most, and the songs you play at night depends on you."

The songs at night are still in the open air.

Under the mobilization of the instructors, each class happily collected firewood outside, gathered together, and lit a large bonfire in the open space.

Some students were not very good at picking up firewood and threw some wet wood up. The choking smoke drifted with the wind. The students laughed and scolded loudly, and rushed to dig out the wet firewood from the fire without any anger, and seemed very happy.

No matter how the instructor emphasizes the importance of military training, for more than ten years, the students who have been overwhelmed by the heavy study burden and are overwhelmed with breathlessness, this is a rare opportunity for them to relax, forgetting their initial fatigue and excitement.

The instructors only gave a little advice when the students asked them for help. At other times, they would smile and stand by and let them try freely.

In fact, the heavy responsibility of playing songs was not entirely on Xiao Qiang. As long as one class issued a request to play songs, the emotions of other classes were easily aroused. Everyone raised their heads and used all their strength to express their happiness with their singing voices.

Each class has an organizer who is responsible for mobilizing the emotions of the class, leading his own class, singing the best songs, and challenging other classes.

It is said that Xiao Qiang is the organizer designated by counselor Liu, but he is used to standing behind the scenes and giving up the role of the organizer to an automation classmate named Wang Yun.

All classes tried their best. After some classes sang the songs taught by the instructors, they discussed it internally and started singing other songs. Fortunately, revolutionary songs were circulated everywhere and many people could sing. Occasionally, some people remembered the lyrics wrongly and mixed in the public, but they could not show them. Gradually, the song song song song song song song songs exceeded the scope of revolutionary military themes, and some popular songs were also sung, transforming the song song song song songs into a talent competition among each class.

Later, fewer people could sing some popular songs, and the chorus became solo, and the singing level became higher and higher. After one song, there was a thunderous applause, and some people shouted: "One more!"

The instructors also slowly frowned. They didn't want to destroy the students' interest at first, but after singing this situation, those delicacies filled the military camp, and what other words were like!

An instructor named Fang took advantage of the break and shouted loudly: "The students sang very well. But this is military training, it is better to sing some passionate military camp songs. Are there any classmates from any class coming out to sing a song!"

The girls from the School of Economics and Management gathered together for a while, and led by tall girls, they sang the theme song of the movie "Heroic Sons and Daughters" "Heroic Songs": The smoke of war rolled...

This song is particularly suitable for female vocals, and the Department of Economics and Management is also very good. It is soft and full of deepness, and is full of deep respect for revolutionary heroes.

Xiao Qiang unexpectedly discovered that the girl who led the singer was the first girl in the Department of Economics and Management who cut off her long hair.

Her singing was very emotional, her voice was sweet and soft, and she was full of high-pitchedness, which made this heroic hymn so heart-wrenchingly. At this moment, there was no sadness on his face after his long hair was cut off. The expression on his face was so focused and full of deep affection for the martyrs.

The singing became smaller and smaller. Amid the warm applause of the students, the leading girl sang "Sweet Honey". The students from the Department of Economics and Management also followed suit and joined in the voice.

The instructors were full of joy. When they heard the sweet singing, their faces suddenly became ugly. They stared at the girl who led the singing with an unpredictable expression.

After singing sweetly, the girl raised her voice and said, "Students, is this song so good!"

"Good!" "You sing better than Teresa Teng!" The students praised her singing.

The girl said softly again: "This song expresses a deep affection between lovers. Think about it, if the People's Liberation Army Daily had not sacrificed heroically for our country, would we have the opportunity to make an appointment with our beloved under the willow tree?"

"No!" The answer this time was very neat.

The instructors' expressions calmed down slightly, and they looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

Today's college students are much more complicated than before. They are more thoughtful and independent. If they rely on general preaching, they will not play much role.

Xiao Qiang secretly cheered. She was obviously deliberately dissatisfied with the instructor's interference, so she made this provocative move. She slapped her and gave her a sweet date, showing her attitude of not forgetting the well digger when she drank water and never forgetting her roots. She forced the instructors to recognize her with a smile. This is what she is brilliant!

He laughed. This girl really has a personality!

The girl said again: "With the brave People's Liberation Army defending us and our hard work, I believe that our country will become better and better! As a new generation in the 1980s, the future will surely belong to us!"

European, European!

All the students' emotions were ignited and they cheered loudly. Some people simply took off their shirts and waved them back and forth in the air.

"Young friends come to meet, and the boat is swinging and the warm wind blows gently... Ah, young friends, who is the wonderful spring guang, I belong to you, our new generation in the 1980s, and after twenty, we will see how beautiful the great motherland should be..."

Under her leadership, the audience sang in unison: "Dear friends, who should the miracle of life depend on, you should depend on me, and our new generation in the 1980s. I hope that we will meet again at that time and praise the glory of the heroes who belongs to..."

The passionate singing echoed in the empty military camp and among the mountains. When the last sentence "Glory belongs to the new generation of the 1980s" was sung in unison, many people could no longer suppress their excitement, and their faces were filled with tears, and their expressions were filled with infinite yearning and pursuit for the future!

The song song party dispersed in such a thrilling scene. When many classes left the venue, their steps became more powerful and their movements were more heroic. The song "Young Friends Come to Meet" was also sung to the barracks, one after another.

Xiao Qiang was also excited in his heart.

In another twenty years, we will meet. What will the motherland look like at that time?

What kind of miracles can I create?

His mood could not calm down for a long time, so he simply put on his clothes and went out for a walk, allowing the cool night wind to cool down the intense mood.

Standing in the camp, all dormitories have not yet had a rest, some are still singing, some are still discussing heatedly, and they are all imagining what contributions and achievements they can make in the next twenty years!

Once the young passionate blood is ignited, it will be difficult to rest!

Xiao Qiang simply walked out further. He walked to the end of the mountain wall. Suddenly he heard a depressed cry. Looking in the sound, he saw a girl hiding behind a rock, holding something in her hand and crying in a low voice.

He did not comfort others' interest. If Lin Yi cried, he would naturally spare no effort, but for others, he had not yet reached such a level of fraternity, so he stepped away.

However, the moonlight projected his back far away, alarming the girl, and she asked in surprise: "Who?"

Xiao Qiang did not stop, but accelerated his pace and quickly left the mountain wall.

However, from his voice, he already knew that the girl who was crying quietly behind the rocks was actually the girl who stirred up everyone's emotions today.

From this, he also inferred that the thing on her hand was probably the braid she had cut this afternoon.

A strange girl.

He said in his heart.

As soon as I returned to the barracks, I saw several classmates looking at him with a strange look on their faces.
To be continued...