Chapter 155: The monk Ma Qijun is actually married
"Captain, can you give me another chance? I'm trying to save my comrades..."
"Report!" Heizi stood up straight and saluted.
Ma Qijun's face was already very long, and at this moment he suddenly turned around and shouted like a bell:
"Save your comrades? Who taught you that?" In that life-threatening situation, if a poorly trained comrade was killed, it would not be someone else's turn to save him, and if they were to save him, more people would die.
"Report!" The young man who came in had wounds all over his face and stood straight: "Unity, friendship, and never abandon any comrade."
Ma Qijun frowned. Good, very good. Ma Qijun sat on the chair, his eyes like a hawk lurking in the darkness, ready to pounce on its prey and kill it at any time:
"Do you know the limit of your ability? You go to save people when you don't have the ability? The result is that the whole team will go to save you. If you don't know what your ability is, you can carry 800 kg off-road and travel 500 kilometers back from Baishan. If you complete the mission, you can stay. If you can't, don't stay with me." This will save you from hurting others.
Heizi, who was behind him and didn't have time to interrupt, was so scared that he involuntarily raised his hand to cover his mouth.
Fortunately, I didn't interrupt. You know, the round trip from Baishan to the other side is 2,000 kilometers. It would have been better to just throw it directly to the logistics department.
Captain Ma usually only expressed his anger in low voice, but today he roared loudly, and Heizi was so scared that he dared not say a word.
While Captain Ma was scolding people, Zhao Heihu slowly leaned against the wall with his back, trying to take the opportunity to escape, but who on earth was this man named Lu Jie?
Normally, the boss wouldn't waste so much time on it, and would simply transfer you to another place if your requirements aren't met.
"Yes!" Lu Jie looked unconvinced and trotted out with gritted teeth.
"Just tell me if you have something to say." How could Ma Qijun not see Zhao Heihu.
"..." Zhao Heihu swallowed his saliva and stopped at the base of the wall: "It's... It's okay, I'm just curious why you are so angry today."
He had seen the relationship between his sister-in-law and the eldest brother. If he told this, it would probably be a bigger issue of divorce than finding out why the eldest brother was angry.
"Collective warfare is not a one-person operation. Often, one person's self-righteousness can ruin a team's strategy."
Thinking of this, Ma Qijun suddenly looked at Zhao Heihu: "The assault on the second team of the land forces injured three people, two of whom were seriously injured."
Ma Qijun didn't even dare to think about it. The layout he arranged was all based on the specialties of each soldier he led.
Once one person gets messy, it will cause a chain reaction. In fact, he is very optimistic about Lu Jie, who is particularly good at using a gun.
Ma Qijun's eagle-like eyes narrowed into a slit, as if there was a sharp sword hidden inside. In fact, as long as everyone's strengths were brought into play and utilized, the whole situation would be invincible. This was the experience he had summed up in recent years.
Following his group, one has to learn how to fight in a group and how to fight alone flexibly, but Lu Jie made things a mess.
"Heizi, notify everyone and conduct a comprehensive test tomorrow." He only kept useful people, otherwise one person's incompetence could kill an entire group. Even if he didn't harm anyone, he himself would have no hope of survival, so it would be better for him to return to his hometown to be with his family.
He didn't want to send back a flag and a box.
"Got it!" Heizi ran over to notify, knowing what a comprehensive test meant.
Fighting, shooting, undercover, surveillance, tanks, fighter jets, reconnaissance planes, etc., including physical fitness tests, lung capacity endurance, etc. It will take at least three months to complete all these tests without stopping.
In the evening, Ma Qijun had just returned from the drill ground and called the communications department as usual: "Has a female comrade named Ye called me today?"
Ma Qijun hung up the phone, put his hands on his hips and looked at the sunset outside - are you so careless? It's been more than a month, and you haven't called me yet. It's not like you don't know my phone number.
Ma Qijun returned to the dormitory, unable to sleep: "Heizi."
"arrive!"
"In this March, you will conduct inspections according to my performance standards and report back to me."
As he spoke, Ma Qijun took off his military uniform, changed into casual clothes and went out.
"Where are you going, Boss?"
Ma Qijun stopped and buttoned his shirt while looking back at Zhao Heihu with a warning look as if to tell him not to ask any more questions.
"Boss, your aunt called me this afternoon." Seeing that he looked refreshed, Zhao Heihu felt relieved.
"What did you say?" Ma Qijun buttoned up his plain clothes and stood straight.
"Say..." Zhao Heihu stammered, not knowing what to say.
"Zhao Heihu!"
"Yes!" Zhao Heihu saluted, his body straight.
"say."
"Got it! Auntie said..." Zhao Heihu stood straight, "She wants you to sign a divorce agreement."
With a snap, Zhao Heihu struck a military stance, clapped his feet, and stood straight.
Ma Qijun squinted his eyes and looked at Zhao Heihu, the sharp sword ready to strike, and Zhao Heihu's body trembled.
Zhao Heihu felt like he was going to be frozen to death by the cold. He didn't want to be transferred to a local area to be a security guard.
Click! A girl comes in.
Fortunately, fortunately, his life was saved. Eh? Feng Jin looks pretty good in a white dress, and her figure is not bad either, as expected of a dancer from a cultural troupe.
"Qijun, why don't you go to the cafeteria to eat? My dad is here today and he wants to see the food in your cafeteria."
The girl was wearing a white dress, with curly hair and a shiny hairpin on her left ear. She looked elegant and refined, like a lady from a wealthy family, yet also very capable and skilled.
"Heizi, take Comrade Feng Jian to the cafeteria."
"have."
Feng Zhen's expression changed instantly: "Ma Qijun, I asked you to take me there, what do you mean by sending just anyone? I came here with my dad to find you."
Ma Qijun just picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Uncle Liang? This is Qijun. Please give a message to Xiaomei and ask her to call me back."
"..." Feng Zhen was stunned for a moment, but soon felt relieved. Ma Qijun was like this. He always gave people the feeling of keeping people away from him. You say yours and he does his own thing, but this behavior made people very angry.
"Hey, thank you Uncle Liang."
Hey, I was so angry, Feng Jian was dumbfounded.
But who was he talking to on the phone? Smiling? Kneeling? This must be someone important, otherwise, how could the leader of the Wild Wolf Squad be like this?
The moment Ma Qijun hung up the phone, the smile on his face disappeared:
"Comrade Feng Jian, if you don't know where the cafeteria is, Heizi, take her there."
Feng Jin frowned, what was going on?
"Get out of the way!" Feng Jin became unhappy and walked out of the door holding her white skirt.
The men on the training ground in the distance were all looking over here. Where had they seen such a beautiful woman in a white dress passing by?
The blurry figure was so far away that even the sniper might not be able to see it, but it could still cause the formation of the group of old men to be disrupted.
"Your leader is really something, is he sick?"
Heizi smiled and said, "Ms. Feng, this is not the first time you have met our leader. He is just like that."
Feng Jin suddenly stood still in her high heels, her white skirt swaying in the wind like waves:
"He wasn't like this before. At least he would take me for a walk in person."
"Then...then I don't know. Maybe our leader wasn't married at that time."
Heizi also liked to look at Feng Jian. She had fair skin, a playful nose, and thin lips. More importantly, she dressed beautifully, with lipstick on her lips and thick and dense eyelashes. Even a blink of her eyes was so alluring.
"What?" Feng Jin stopped suddenly: "You mean, Ma Qijun is married?" How is this possible?
Isn't Ma Qijun always known as a monk? He is a man of few tastes and won't even bother to look at any beautiful woman. How come he got married suddenly? And what kind of girl did he marry?
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