Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 705, Section 711: Extra Chapter: Zhu Yiba's Past (Part 7)

"Please excuse me, I'd like to ask for leave." During the break, the blond-haired guy ran over, head down, and said cautiously.

Although the words "seat arrangement" sounded a bit awkward, they still reminded Zhu Yiba of the funny incident about "class seating" before, and he joked, "Go ask your class monitor for leave, why are you asking me?"

"The class monitor said he broke up with his girlfriend and told us not to bother him for the next few days." Huang Mao, oblivious to Zhu Yiba's amusement, answered honestly.

This old guy is heartbroken, but the question is, has he ever been in a relationship?
Zhu Yiba suppressed a laugh and continued joking, "Then go find your vice class monitor."

Huang Mao said matter-of-factly, "The deputy squad leader said there's no precedent for this, so he sent me to find you."

"Holy crap, there really is a deputy squad leader." Zhu Yiba thought to himself, but he also took the opportunity to make a request to the young and honest blond guy: "Okay, I'll approve your leave, but it's agreed that you can only call me 'platoon leader' from now on, and you can't call me 'squad leader' anymore."

"Hey!" Without thinking much, the blond-haired guy nodded and agreed.

Zhu Yiba took out a notebook and pen from his shirt pocket, and wrote down Huang Mao's matter with his head down, planning to go to the instructor the next morning to ask for leave.

"By the way, why did you ask for leave?"

“My wife and kids came to visit me. I wanted to take them to town for a nice meal, and then we could wander around and see if I could buy them some things to take back with them.”

"Oh, I have to spend time with my wife and kids since they're here, otherwise wait, what!" Zhu Yiba suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide like copper bells, and exclaimed in surprise, "Yellow Hair, you have a wife and kids?"

In his shock, he forgot to call the soldier by his full name and blurted out his nickname instead.

The blond-haired man nodded mechanically: "Yes, it's my wife and kids."

Zhu Yiba closed the notebook, half-believing and half-doubting, and said, "I remember you were only 19, how come you're married? And you have a child? A boy or a girl?"

"A little girl!" Huang Mao's whole demeanor changed when he talked about his child. Although his smile looked silly, you could tell he was very happy.

"We have children early in our area."

At this moment, Zhu Yiba, still a little dazed, forgot that Huang Mao had mentioned the word "seating arrangement" in front of him again. He thought to himself: This guy is not even of legal age yet, but he got married and had a child. Compared to this guy, the class monitor is just trash.

"Why would you want to join the army after getting married?" Zhu Yiba asked.

"Not married yet. My dad said he'll properly welcome my wife into the family after I retire and go back home." Yellow Hair smiled, his eyes filled with happiness.

Zhu Yiba was completely speechless. It seemed that the girl had gotten on the bus first and bought the ticket later. He guessed that she had joined the army before she was born.

Those idiots even gave him the nickname "Yellow-haired Kid"?
Little did they know that he was already a 'yellow-haired old man'!

Wow, they're way ahead! Far ahead indeed!
He's a talented person; I underestimated him before.

Finally, Zhu Yiba added, "Don't mention this to anyone in the station, understand?"

The blond-haired man put his feet together and shouted, "Yes, arrange the seats!"

As soon as the evening platoon meeting ended, the station's instructor sneaked over and called Zhu Yiba out alone.

The instructor was mainly responsible for the ideological work of the soldiers in the station. Even the station chief, Wang Hai, had to be supervised by him in terms of ideological education, so Zhu Yiba was naturally also within his scope of work.

He first chatted with Zhu Yiba about his work and life at the station recently, and then inquired about his parents who were far away from home, as well as his younger siblings.

Although Zhu Yiba is an only child and has no younger siblings, it doesn't stop him from using his cousins ​​to curry favor with the instructor.

Feeling that the foreplay was almost over, the instructor offered him a cigarette. Zhu Yiba, who had previously strictly forbidden the squad leader from smoking, was momentarily stunned and dared not reach out to take it, after all, the discipline assessment at the station was assigned by this middle-aged man.

The top priority is the strict prohibition of smoking inside the station.

The instructor chuckled and stuffed a cigarette into his hand: "I've served on the border for so many years and led so many soldiers, but you're the most special one."

Zhu Yiba, who was taking out a lighter to light a cigarette, froze. His first thought was of his former special operations officer status: "How is it special? Hasn't the instructor trained soldiers who came from special operations?"

The instructor chuckled: "So what if you're a special agent? You're still just a pair of eyes and two nostrils, aren't you? You give people the impression that you get along well with everyone, but deep down you act like nothing concerns you. To put it nicely, you're emotionally stable; to put it bluntly, you're independent and self-reliant."

People who do ideological work always have a pleasant way of speaking.

Is "independence and self-reliance" an unpleasant term? It's a huge compliment! Especially for someone like him who has to go out and explore whenever he has free time.

The one who takes it to the extreme is that guy in the mobile squadron who always wears a ghillie suit, only showing his eyes; he's a legendary figure in the squadron.

Having served in the army for several years, they often ate in the same mess hall, lived in the same dormitory building, and trained and slept in the same training ground. As a result, most of the soldiers never actually saw the real person.

Zhu Yiba seemed lost in thought, pacing slowly as if his mind was wandering off somewhere.

The instructor remained very kind, like a caring elder, and patiently asked, "What did you do in the special operations platoon before? Were you a sniper?"

"I'm from the infiltration team."

"Infiltration team, this is a dangerous job, it's not easy."

"Fortunately, my comrades were quite supportive. To be honest, in all these years of missions, I've never encountered a situation that was life-threatening."

"You didn't encounter any danger? That's a good thing," the instructor said softly, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. "Yes, thankfully your comrades were very helpful, preventing you from knowing how terrible death can be."

Zhu Yiba was somewhat sensitive. When he heard the instructor's words, he assumed that the instructor was still following Station Chief Wang Hai's instructions to reprimand him for not considering the safety of the soldiers.

He wanted to argue, but the instructor spoke first: "But Zhu Yiba, you need to know that the soldiers in our station are all real soldiers. They're all experts at fighting and cursing, but when it comes to actual combat skills, they're nowhere near as good as the elite special operations platoon."

The class monitor with unrequited love, the blond guy who always sits in the same row, and the chubby kid who's always happy.

These soldiers are really a headache.

The instructor didn't give Zhu Yiba time to think and pressed him, "Tell me, if we really go to the battlefield, will they be able to help? Will they provide the same kind of support that makes you fearless of death as your comrades in the special operations platoon?"

Zhu Yiba understood what the instructor meant. Just like what Station Chief Wang Hai had said a few days ago, they had to protect these young people who were wholeheartedly devoted to serving their country as much as possible, so that they could return home safely after their military service.

However, having chosen to join the army, how could one possibly be afraid of danger?

Zhu Yiba was still unconvinced, but he appeared much calmer than when he confronted Station Chief Wang Hai earlier, and said, "Instructor, I understand."

Back at the station, Zhu Yiba felt a bit agitated, as if his conversation with the squad leader that evening was stirring up his inner turmoil.

I specifically chose the special operations platoon when I enlisted, but now that I think about it, it's not so appealing anymore.

For a moment, he thought about going back to find his childhood sweetheart, but then he thought it was a bit wrong. There were so many childhood sweethearts, he didn't know which one was suitable, or which one still remembered him.

(End of this chapter)