Originally, everyone thought that one could have a chance to enter this class by competing in skills within the army, but now foreign languages and special motorcycle driving have been added.
What the hell is this?
"Report to the company commander, I have a question!" A soldier with outstanding military skills stood up.
"explain!"
"yes!"
"What is Hindi?"
They all know English, but many do not know Hindi.
"The language of Asan." Zeng Wangcai explained patiently, "In the west of our country, we have a neighbor called Asan. They have a large population and speak Hindi. They also speak English."
We have figured out Hindi, but we are still confused as to why we should learn it.
This time, without waiting for anyone to ask, Zeng Wangcai continued to explain: "Right now, there are troubles and frictions in the area bordering India. We should learn Hindi well so that we can use it when we go to guard the border."
"So that's how it is. The company commander is wise!"
No one asked why the company was going to guard the border. Everyone knew Zeng Wangcai's reputation in the military region, and basically no one refused when they made requests to their superiors.
For example, this time, the military district’s special operations department came to garrison at the seaside and also transferred some of the best troops from the army. Who could have such treatment?
Then a new question came up. A soldier raised his hand and asked, "Captain, who will be the teacher?"
"Me!" Zeng Wangcai laughed and sang, "My motorcycle, look at my motorcycle..."
Finally I sang it out. After I started thinking about going to the West, this melody was always in my mind.
Zeng Wangcai sang happily, but the soldiers were all in a mess.
Is this a foreign language?
How...can I understand?
Starting from the next day, Zeng Wangcai launched a crazy Indian cultural training for the soldiers, and after the applied motorcycles arrived, the entire company began motorcycle training.
I practiced like this for half a year, from 1960 to 1961, and with only about 20 days left before the Chinese New Year, I went to find Zeng Wangcai.
"Report to the company commander!" The soldier guarding the radio station found Zeng Wangcai who was teaching the soldiers, "The military district is calling!"
"You guys practice first, my motorcycle, look at my motorcycle, yes, it's this tune..." After emphasizing the pronunciation, Zeng Wangcai ran to answer the phone.
"Wow, I'm Zeng Wangcai, oh... Hello, Chief, eh? Do you want me to go back to Sijiu City immediately?"
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