The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 508 A Problem That A Group of Special Forces Can’t Solve

In the end, Ding Xiaojun took the child away. After thinking about it, it was not a problem to stay at the uncle's house. It is better to take it away by himself. He also thought about it. He took it away first, and then took some time to send it to his wife Wang Yan. , with Wang Yan's personality, she should be able to take care of the baby.

Fortunately, before Su Feifei left, she left behind a box of milk powder and other items for breastfeeding, which did not make Ding Xiaojun feel difficult at the beginning.

He carried the baby and returned to the camp area with milk powder. In the camp area, an instructor set up a big blackboard to infiltrate the camouflage subjects. When Ding Xiaojun walked in, the instructor couldn't help but look at him with a look of surprise.

The instructor was distracted, and the team members naturally turned their heads curiously.

Ding Xiaojun glared at the instructor.

"I'm distracted."

The instructor immediately realized that something was wrong, he coughed lightly, the team members turned their heads again, Ding Xiaojun didn't stop, and went straight to the ammunition warehouse.

Ding Xiaojun didn't know whether it was bad to bring children into the magazine. He knew that work clothes were required to get in and out of the magazine, mainly to prevent static electricity. Static electricity, but the sentry room outside the magazine should not be.

But he was still too careful, or in other words, he didn't know what to do at all. If he didn't know, he would do as he wanted. He took a set of work clothes and put them on the outside of the child's package .

He put the child on his bed and teased her. Langya came over curiously to watch the fun, but he pushed him aside.

Suddenly, the child was crying, and no matter how much he coaxed him, he couldn't coax him.

"What's the matter, oh, I remembered, the child is hungry, it's time to feed."

Ding Xiaojun picked up the child and left for the camp cooking class. There was no warm water here. He had been away for two days, and the water in the kettle was already cold.

Along the way, the children were crying, and they were crying loudly.

"What's going on, whose child is this?"

The little instructor who rushed out after hearing the crying sound was stunned when he saw Ding Xiaojun holding the child.

The little instructor was much older than Ding Xiaojun. Ding Xiaojun thought that he should start a family anyway, so he dragged him away without saying a word.

"What are you doing?"

The little instructor who was held back was even more puzzled.

"Are you married?" Ding Xiaojun asked as he walked.

"Yes, it's over." The little instructor replied subconsciously.

"Do you have any children?" Ding Xiaojun asked again without looking back.

"Yes, I'm already in primary school." The little instructor replied.

"That's right."

Ding Xiaojun's footsteps became faster. He dragged the little instructor into the cooking class, brought the kettle over, and put the milk powder and feeding bottle on a dining table.

"You help me make milk powder."

The little instructor pointed at himself: "You said let me make milk powder."

Ding Xiao nodded: "That's right, who else can I have if it's not you? Do you think I'm a person who can make milk powder? Hurry up, the child is hungry."

The little instructor spread his hands and said helplessly, "I can't."

Ding Xiaojun stared: "What, you don't know how, stop joking, the child cries so much, hurry up."

The little instructor looked at the things on the table and rolled his eyes: "I really don't know how to do it."

"Don't you have children, can you?" Ding Xiaojun asked back.

The little instructor showed a hint of helplessness: "Really not, let me put it this way, I haven't been back to my child from a few months before he was born to three years old. When I saw him, he only ate meat. of……"

Ding Xiaojun reached out his hand to stop the little instructor and continued: "Okay, I understand, you haven't brought a baby, so why don't you go out and ask, and see who will."

"That's right, I'll call people together first, there are so many people, there will always be someone." After the little instructor finished speaking, the people had already rushed out of the cooking class, and then the assembly whistle sounded outside.

In just half a minute, all the special training team members gathered into the cooking class.

"Who the hell knows how to make milk powder, come out." The little instructor asked all the special training team members. This question is so military-like.

It's just that no one stood up, you looked at me one by one, and I looked at yours.

Seeing that no one stood up, the little instructor was a little disappointed, and reprimanded all the special training members: "Fuck you, you don't know how to do it, and you are worthy..."

"Report!" Suddenly a special training team member typed a report, and Ding Xiaojun and the little instructor turned their expectant attention to the person who typed the report.

"You know how to make milk powder?" The little instructor asked suspiciously after reading the report, which was a very young soldier.

"Report, I don't know. What I want to say is whether you are worthy of what you said at the end. This instructor didn't teach us the skills of making milk powder." The team member said loudly.

The little instructor's face is a little ugly, how can I say this, he doesn't know how to teach it, but he thought of it, just the skill of preparing milk powder, he must teach all the special training team members, if it wasn't for Ding Xiaojun who brought the child. On the spot, he really ignored this problem.

For example, if you encounter special problems in the future, such as what to do if there are infants and young children in rescue missions, how to take care of them, etc., it seems that more learning content needs to be added in the future. |
The child cried louder. Ding Xiaojun glared at the little instructor with displeasure. He originally thought that with so many people, no matter what, someone would be able to deal with this kind of problem. The team members, together with several well-trained special training instructors, just a small problem of making milk powder stumped this group of people.

He believed very much that if one day he told others that a small problem that a woman can accomplish can stymie a large group of special forces, no one would believe it.

The baby in his arms kept crying, which made him a little anxious for a quiet person. This kind of crying seemed to be a kind of torture to him. Only then did he realize that the burden of raising a child is still a small problem. , and the problem of crying is the biggest problem.

Even the little instructor next to him, hearing the cry, seemed to be in his heart?Under great pressure and torture.

"You are all special forces." Ding Xiaojun said loudly to the special training team members in front of him.

He, including those special training team members, felt very wronged.

What's the matter with special forces? Whoever stipulates that special forces must be able to do everything. Things like raising babies and breastfeeding are not one of the subjects that special forces study.

Everyone fell silent, and the only sound in the cooking class was the disturbing cry of a child.

Ding Xiaojun shook the baby in his arms and coaxed her, but there was no fruit at all.

(End of this chapter)