The cafeteria is as hot as a steamer in the summer. Not to mention that there is no air conditioning, even electric fans are out of the question. Each class has a table and each person has an enamel bowl.
There were dishes on top and rice below, and the meals were served at regular times and in fixed quantities; meat was rare, and there was only so much rice, so once it was eaten, it was considered done. As for any scramble for food, Zhang Guoqing didn't see any.
In the canteen aisle stood buckets of soup, a light soy-sauce-colored soup with the charming name of "da broth"—clear enough to see the bottom, with a few amaranth leaves floating on top.
There was a long line next to the barrel. Everyone's uniform was soaked, and they were all sweating profusely. They were holding an enamel bowl in their hands.
No one cared whether it was delicious or not. The most important thing was to fill their stomachs and get through the next training.
Zhang Guoqing listened to Yi Jiefang and the others' jokes and joking while drinking his soup and imagining it was meat soup. If his wife saw this day, she would cry her heart out.
During this period, all the delicacies such as meat sauce that his wife had asked others to bring or left in the mail room were confiscated. To avoid worrying her, Zhang Guoqing did not dare to reveal any information.
This is only three months. After a while, I guess tears and sadness will greet me. Thinking of the dream last night where his wife asked him to eat meat, Zhang Guoqing sighed secretly.
There are eight people, except for Yi Jiefang, the other six come from various places.
Across from him stood Zhuang Aijun, a dark, broad-eared man from Guanxi known as "Square," who giggled all day long. His parents were both local civil servants, and he had six siblings. He said his father had been a soldier himself, and as the eldest, he had been sent to the army as soon as he reached age. This time, he had been selected from the military.
Wang Miaogen, known as "Shagen" (a Chinese nickname for "Silly Gen"), a Jiangbei native, is known for his simple and honest appearance. He jokes that because his father has no brothers, he has seen his father bullied in the village since he was a child.
When his uncle signed him up for military service, he felt like his family would have the support of the entire military. He wondered who would dare bully them. This motivated him to do as he jokingly said: "Strengthen your body, acquire solid skills, and make a great career in the army."
He's good at telling humorous and dark jokes. He's the oldest of the eight, speaks with a strong dialect, and is a tall, muscular fellow from Northeast China. He's said to have joined the army as a conscript and has won three second-class merits and a first-class collective merit.
Li Guangming, the "Young Master Li" from the neighboring city who slept on the upper bunk of Zhang Guoqing, was the son of the vice president of a certain military management college. With the strong recommendation and strong support of the vice president, "Young Master Li" easily joined the team.
Of course, this is based on information Zhou Xiaozheng provided. He's also a national defense student, and he has the advantage of having won a national martial arts championship.
So, in his own words, he "chosen the right career." Of course, the official statement of "Young Master Li" is, "Be a true soldier, bring honor to my parents and my country."
The closest in height to Zhang Guoqing is Wu Kui, a burly, 1.9-meter-tall, "big guy" from the Northwest, who comes from the Northwest Military Region. One of his uncles is the political commissar of a local city district.
You could say he comes from a military family. His official statement at the class meeting was, "Serving the motherland and contributing to national defense." This guy is also a national defense student.
The remaining "fake southerner" is like the "big guy" from the northwest. They can also be said to come from military families. The difference between them and the "big guy" is that they were selected from the real army.
He said that when he was young, he often got into fights with his classmates at school. In order to prevent his "little friend" from going astray, his father forced him to join the army for strict discipline.
In his father's words, "I don't have the ability to manage my son, so I'll let the tools of the people's dictatorship deal with him." The official explanation for the child is, "I'm trying to win honor for myself, for my father, and for the country."
There are eight people including "Square", "Shagen", "Cannon", "Young Master Li", "Big Guy", "Fake Nanfang", Zhang Guoqing and Yi Jiefang, half of them are national defense students and half are continuing education students.
After more than a month of getting along, the eight of them had become quite like-minded. At this moment, they were muttering and drinking the "broth" of various flavors that they had imagined.
Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Guoqing's topic was becoming more and more extravagant. He could even imagine the sauce-colored broth to be made into various kinds of broths, and he stood up with a wink.
After lining up to rinse their enamel cups under the tap, they returned to the dormitory together. After a quick rinse, they changed into their dried uniforms and gathered together to chat.
If Zhang Guoqing were to say, men are just as gossipy as women.
They are now talking about a new assassination instructor.
It was said that this was no ordinary fighter, a veteran of the battlefield who had truly seen blood. Although he was a bit older now, he was still incredibly strong and skilled, and most people wouldn't dare to face him.
It is said, haha... How powerful is it?
It is said that people often describe him as having the strength of a tiger, imposing aura, and incredible explosive power. With such explosive power, his shots were swift and fierce, and his movements were so subtle that he could hit anyone with a single shot, and most people would fall without even noticing.
About the legendary explosive power of this master.
——According to what they said, several leaders had used the project of piercing paper strips in mid-air to test each other's strength.
Zhang Guoqing and several others had tried this before. They used various sharp knives to pierce the hanging paper, which was extremely difficult, almost impossible.
Because the paper was so light, it flew away as soon as it was stabbed. No matter how sharp or sharp the knife was, it just wouldn't work. Even if it managed to stab it once or twice, if I accidentally pulled the knife back unsteadily or too slowly, the paper would be torn.
This means that in addition to having extremely fierce explosive power, the hands, eyes, and mind must coordinate steadily, accurately, and ruthlessly. It's no wonder they are full of admiration for him.
However, they did have a similar combat training in the coming time. And for Zhang Guoqing, besides maintaining his championship in other events, his weakness - tactics - also came into play.
Over the past month, even though he had been smiling all day, he had been secretly torturing many of his friends with his shooting and physical strength. If he wanted to avoid being retaliated by those guys, he really had to go and learn from them first.
After listening to the gossip, Zhang Guoqing stood in the corridor, watching the prospective soldiers coming and going to rest. He pursed his lips, put on his military cap, straightened his uniform, and prepared to go find the instructor to "catch up on food."
He's well aware that compared to many others, he's just starting out. What does the future hold? It all depends on others resting while he builds up his strength through training.
When he was tired, he thought more about his wife; when he was sleepy, he thought more about his wife. The more tired and exhausted he was, the less pressure he could put on his worried wife.
One day, Zhang Guoqing will build a safe fortress for the woman he loves, sheltering her from wind and rain, and allowing her to live the life she likes.
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