The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 1135 Is That My Brother?

As the truck carrying the veterans left the gate.

The engines of the vehicles transporting the new recruits that had been waiting outside began to roar, and one after another slowly drove into the gate.

Just like some kind of ceremony, the handover between the old and the new was completed at the gate of the military sub-district compound. Those who left waved their arms, tears streaming down their faces unconsciously. Their emotions were difficult to describe in words.

The truck drivers who slowly drove into the yard began to honk their horns in unison to see off this group of comrades who had successfully completed their mission and dedicated their youth to the military camp.

Farewell is always short, and those who stay behind have to take over and pass on this will, generation after generation.

The convoy that entered in a line was neat and uniform, and even the speed was basically consistent, which was a great test of the driver's skills. The convoy consisting of dozens of trucks was no smaller than the scale of the people on the playground.

In fact, compared to the new recruits who were looking around and acting sloppily, the veterans at this time showed the qualities they should have.

The cars were parked neatly beside the road in the compound, and then, as if at a silent command, they all opened their doors and got out together, as if they had rehearsed on stage, neat and uniform, and it looked very pleasing to the eye.

Standing at attention, holding guns, pairs of rough or scabby right hands were gripping the wooden buttstocks of the five- or six-shot rifles, their eyes were looking straight ahead with solemn expressions.

At this moment, the area under the car door seemed to have become their battle position, as still as a mountain.

The grand and solemn scene stunned the young tigers who had not yet entered the state. They probably found it difficult to imagine how these people could make their movements so smooth, even silky smooth.

Those who had never been to a military camp were even dumbfounded by what they saw and felt like they had been taught a good lesson.

"Is this gun loaded? Will we have one when the time comes? Why is it different from the one in our village?"

"What are you thinking? This is a submachine gun. The most you have in your village is a rifle. This is the capital city. Do you know the word garrison? To defend the capital city, you must be equipped with good weapons~!"

“What’s the difference?”

"There's a big difference. One is da-da-da, and the other is to pull the trigger all the way down, like a machine gun. You know a machine gun? The Maxim uses da-da-da, dozens of bullets, and they're gone in the blink of an eye!"

After the shock, the recruits were immediately fascinated by the weapon hanging on the driver's chest. Most boys, if their fathers have pistols, like to take them out and touch them when they have nothing to do.

Some of them were lucky enough to be taken along when their fathers went shooting, and they were able to shoot a few targets, but it was just for fun.

The old squad leaders shook their heads when they saw the new recruits were so concerned about their guns. It is true that the gun is the soldier's companion. When they shoot until they vomit, and clean their guns until they vomit, they will understand this deeply.

When it comes to cleaning guns, every veteran hates it. That thing takes much more time than taking a shower, and it needs to be maintained more delicately than a woman.

Rifles are relatively easy to deal with, but pistols are different models and some are difficult to disassemble. Either the spring flies off or a small part falls off and can't be stuck in place. You have to find a knowledgeable gunsmith and get scolded.

"Don't worry, everyone has their own gun. If you shoot well, you will get a reward~!"

Some squad leaders had sly smiles on their faces, while others tried hard to hold it in. Then the new recruits would know that their eyes were very accurate and of course they would be praised.

If you don't hit the target well or hit someone else's target paper, you can use tactical moves to crawl over and count the holes on your own target paper.

Of course, you have to come back the same way you went. It doesn’t matter if your eyesight is not good. You will be able to do it after a few trips.

"Do we have it too? Can we shoot guns, too?"

Listening to the old squad leaders' patient advice to the new recruits, Li Nan immediately fell into the trap. His brother Li Feng had a gun, but it was hidden very carefully and she could never find it. She only saw it a few times when she was cleaning the gun occasionally, but had never even touched it.

"We, the cultural troupe, the instruments in our hands, including singing and dancing, are our best weapons. Of course, we will also teach you how to shoot!"

How could Liu Feng, who was also a new recruit, not understand the pranks played by the old squad leaders? Of course, he did not intend to explain in detail.

This thing is hard to explain. In combat troops, everything is based on actual combat and honing skills. Otherwise, how can it be called a melting pot? It is necessary to completely change a person from head to toe.

"I don't dare. I'm afraid. The gunshots are so loud. When I see gunshots in movies, I cover my ears~!"

Unlike Li Nan, Ke Minmin was very timid. She lowered her head and muttered something, which was heard by Li Nan who was eager to try. "If you don't shoot a gun when you are a soldier, your trip will not be in vain. You have to throw grenades. Pull the string and throw it out. Bang!"

Li Nan intended to scare Ke Minmin. He described the scene of detonating a grenade and even made a funny move at the end, which frightened the little girl so much that she almost buried her head in her chest.

This made Liu Feng, who was standing by, laugh and shook his head. As for Secretary Guo, he actually admired Li Nan's character. She was carefree and natural after getting to know each other. She seemed to be better than the previous batch of soldiers in terms of character and didn't have that kind of eldest lady feeling.

That kind is the most difficult to serve, but the art troupe just likes to have that kind of people. After all, few people from ordinary families can learn art~!

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon after the convoy entered the venue.

There was finally some movement on the playground. Several officers trotted to the front of each formation, found the person in charge, and then left one by one. In the distance, someone started to set up things on the makeshift conference table.

The debugged microphones, water cups, etc. have been prepared before entering the venue.

“Shh~~whoosh~~~Shh~~whoosh~~~!”

Sharp whistle sounds echoed across the huge playground, one after another. The shrill whistles made the recruits react instantly.

"Everyone, stand up, take your bags, call the roll, and report your numbers~!"

While Li Nan was still looking around, Liu Feng had already pulled him up, along with Ke Minmin, who was also a little slow to react.

He hurriedly helped them put on their backpacks, asked them to stand up, put their hands on their waists, and ran in front of them seriously.

"Stand at attention, at ease, count!"

"One, two, three, four... Report to Comrade **, the ** Rongcheng Military Region Medical Team should have 25 new recruits, and the actual number is 25. Please give instructions~!"

"At ease~!"

"Yes~!"

"At ease, stand at attention, new recruits of the art troupe, start counting~!"

After Liu Feng's reminder with a wink, the clever Li Nan quickly followed suit, but with only two of them, their voices were completely drowned out by the counting sounds around them.

"Report to Comrade **, the new recruits for the Rongcheng Military Region Art Troupe are two of the two that should be present. Please give instructions~!"

"At ease~!"

"Yes~!"

The transmission of orders layer by layer opened the eyes of these new recruits once again. The squad leader who received the soldiers reported to the higher-level officers, and the officers reported to the higher-level officers. This unique way taught them another lesson.

This time, no one dared to say a word. When they became a part of the group, they were subconsciously assimilated by the collective power.

"Everyone in the first team, listen up! Turn left and run!"

"Everyone from the second team...!"

Until, on the side of the Rongcheng Military Region where Li Nan belonged, all the new recruits arrived at the meeting venue of the mobilization meeting like a mudslide.

The ground was shaking from the footsteps, and the dust stirred up turned the ground near the ground into a yellow earth color.

On a platform in the distance, there was a long banner. Anyone with eyes could see the clear words on it.

"Beijing City's 1964th New Soldiers Pre-Service Mobilization Meeting"

The luggage was heavy and could not be put down during the team adjustment. Before he had time to catch his breath, he looked up and Li Nan seemed to see that his brother was sitting on the stage, and at the edge of the stage~?