The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 345 The Grand Parade

"Okay, as long as he's all right now, let's study the new order." Lu Xiaoqiang said, pointing in the direction of the office.

"There is an order, what happened?" Zhang Xueqiang asked in surprise.

"Nothing happened, let's talk in the room first." After Lu Xiaoqiang finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the conference room.

Entering the meeting room, when the two of them sat down, Li Xiaoqiang reached out and took out a document from the desk drawer, and pushed it in front of Zhang Xueqiang: "It's just been sent, you can take a look.

Zhang Xueqiang opened the file and looked at the mark on the top of the page: "Grand military parade."

"Let's take a good look before we talk." After Lu Xiaoqiang finished speaking, he opened the drawer again, took out a pack of opened cigarettes from it, took out one from it, put it in his mouth, and found out the lighter After lighting it, he got up and walked to the window.

Zhang Xueqiang carefully read the document page by page. After reading it, he raised his head and turned his gaze to Lu Xiaoqiang who was standing at the window and looking out, smoking a cigarette.

"Our battalion is going to participate in the military parade, isn't it too sudden?" After Zhang Xueqiang finished speaking, he reached out to take the cigarette case that Lu Xiaoqiang put on the table, took out one from it, and lit it.

"That's what was said in the notice. Ordinarily, this is a good thing for the soldiers. Being able to participate in the 60th Anniversary Celebration is also a thing worth saying. However, I still think about who will let it go and who will stay behind." I will study it with you." Lu Xiaoqiang turned around.

"Battalion Commander, I think the first thing we think about is keeping secrets. As the latest type of missile, the 21A should not appear on the parade ground. Isn't the above consideration not perfect?" Zhang Xueqiang said, holding the missile in his hand. The cigarette moved to the ashtray and flicked the ash.

Lu Xiaoqiang walked to the table and put the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray: "The issue of confidentiality is not a problem. Now the country has successfully developed the df31 series, which will enter the army in the near future. The 21 series, theoretically It is no longer the most advanced strategic missile, let's study the problem of personnel."

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Ding Xiaojun hugged the little guy and ran to the cooking class. The cooking soldiers in the cooking class were cooking lunch. After Ding Xiaojun said hello, without waiting for the cook to reply, he ran directly to the uncooked vegetable pot and fished it out of the pot. I picked up two pieces of meat, put it in a small bowl and placed it in front of the little guy.

"Hey, this little guy came from there. We have a military dog ​​team in our battalion." The cooking squad leader came over and looked at the little guy Ding Xiaojun put down and said.

"That page, this is my little friend." Ding Xiaojun said, pushing the little guy to the small bowl.

"Ding, this little guy is still too young to eat meat. You can't raise it like this." The cooking squad leader said, taking a bag of milk from the side and handing it over: "It should be fed milk. , You take it, there is hot water in the cold kettle, warm up this milk, and feed it.”

"Hey, monitor, you know how to raise a dog, why don't you tell me how to raise it." Ding Xiaojun suddenly became interested.

"This little guy is a good breed at first glance. If you spoil it, it will be wasted. Let me say, you, you should go to the west hillside of the brigade. There are some camp managers over there." Those who raise military dogs, you should go there to learn from it, what’s the matter, let’s raise this little guy well.” This is what the squad leader said leaning against the wall.

"Squad leader, what you said is right, then I'm going to ask for leave now, by the way, please help the squad leader take care of me for a long time." Ding Xiaojun said and handed the puppies on the milk river floor to the hands of the cooking squad leader .

"Why are you in such a hurry, it's time for lunch." The cooking squad leader hugged the little guy, looked at Ding Xiaojun in a daze and said.

"No, time is too tight, I have to hurry up." Ding Xiaojun said, and ran out.

"You have to tell me the name of the little guy." The cooking squad leader looked at Ding Xiaojun's back and said helplessly.

"The big name is Langya, and the small name is Xiaoqiang." Ding Xiaojun shouted without looking back.

"My nickname is Xiaoqiang. You really dare to call me Xiaoqiang. If the battalion commander knows, I won't cut you to death." The cooking squad leader looked at the little guy in his arms and muttered softly, but on second thought, the battalion commander seemed to be It's right not to cut Ding Xiaojun.

The leave went smoothly. Lu Xiaoqiang and Zhang Xueqiang couldn't let Ding Xiaojun go out for a long time. They left the camp and went straight down the mountain. They ran all the way to the gas station. After waiting for about 10 minutes, the instant noodles had already been eaten, and Ding Xiaojun was a little bored. He stood up and stretched his lower back.

Just at this time, a black car drove over from the road in front of Ding Xiaojun, and when he passed by Ding Xiaojun, he slowed down and stopped beside Ding Xiaojun.

"Let's go?" The driver rolled down the window and poked his head out. He had a generous face, half-middle-aged, and his beard hadn't been cleaned.

"Let's go." Ding Xiaojun waited for a long time, it was not a matter, he had no choice.

"Get in the car, I won't overcharge you, I know this way very well." The driver smiled.

Ding Xiaojun got into the car, told the location of the transfer in the city, negotiated the price, and the driver started the car again.

This car should be new, the seat cushions still smell of plastic and leather, the inside is clean, but Ding Xiaojun always feels a little bloody smell.

"The place you mentioned is quite out of the way." The driver offered Ding Xiaojun a cigarette, and Ding Xiaojun took it.

"En." Ding Xiaojun replied casually.

"Are you going on business?" the driver asked again.

Ding Xiaojun shook his head: "It doesn't count, I just went to get something."

"That's considered a business trip. It's better for you to be soldiers now." The driver spoke as much as possible.

"Master, are you from the north?" Ding Xiaojun asked.

There are many kinds of dialects in Sichuan Province, but people here mostly speak minority languages, which are very different from Mandarin, and the driver speaks with a strong northern accent, which is easy to hear.

My home is in the northeast, and I work here. The driver lit a cigarette, "Smoking, you're welcome." "Ding Xiaojun also lit a cigarette. In fact, Ding Xiaojun rarely smokes, but he is too anxious. Smoking will suppress his anxiety. Ding Xiaojun took a sip and frowned slightly. The smell of the smoke is very light, and there is no cloud at all. smell.

"You ran here to cheer, you ran too far."

"The place of work is near here, and I often have to run to the city. Running alone is also the way. Why don't you take some people with you, thinking that you can earn some more money." The driver stretched out his hand out of the window, shaking the ash on the cigarette butt : "Life is stressful now, children go to school, and they have to go to cram schools, and they have to spend money on everything."

(End of this chapter)