The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 718 No Privileges
The instructor said calmly: "The old battalion commander has changed his job. Speaking of which, his life is very beautiful now. His wife and children are hot on the bed, and his work is still in an office, but he is not as prestigious as before."

This news surprised Ding Xiaojun: "The old battalion commander has changed jobs, why didn't anyone tell me, so I can go back and see him off."

The filial piety instructor: "The old battalion commander didn't let anyone inform you. He said that you can be regarded as half a soldier in charge of the camp, but your half soldier is different. You are promising. If you are busy outside, don't give it to you." said."

Ding Xiaojun: "The old battalion commander is really, how could this be..."

"Actually, the old battalion commander also wanted you to send him off. When he left, I sent him to the station. Before leaving, he said, if something happens to you in the future, the battalion management must help. Are you sure?" I know, the old battalion commander told the officers below us that the camp manager is your natal family. Even if one day, he is gone, as long as you go back, the camp manager will treat you as a family member. It's just a pity , The whole brigade has been relocated, and the battalion management has also moved away, so it’s difficult for you to go back.” The instructor sighed after finishing speaking.

"The old battalion commander is... very good!" Ding Xiaojun really didn't know what to say, so he could only use "very good" instead.

"Here we are, let's go in first." The two of them arrived at the gate of the cooking class of the formation management camp without knowing it. At this time, two companies were lining up at the gate.

"I'll follow the rules." After Ding Xiaojun finished speaking, he smiled at the trainer and walked to the end of the queue.

After a military song was over, everyone lined up and entered the cafeteria one by one. Ding Xiaojun was at the end. To this camp, he was considered an outsider, and he couldn't put on airs and go forward just because he was a veteran.

After entering the cafeteria, Ding Xiaojun queued up for meals one by one. Ding Xiaojun still consciously lined up at the end of the line, because he was not in charge of the camp, and naturally there was no plate for him in the high-temperature disinfection cabinet. He did not bother the cooking class. Man, I took two porcelain plates for myself.

On a dining table in the cafeteria, the battalion commander and instructor, as well as the clerical communication desk of the battalion department, are seated on the chairs beside the table. There are plated meals and prepared rice on their dining table, but they don’t need to Queuing for dinner.

"Have people done their ideological work so quickly?" the battalion commander looked at the instructor and asked.

"If you don't do ideological work, others will be fine. Just talk about some daily life." The instructor said, looking around, saw Ding Xiaojun queuing up, and said to the battalion commander: "I'll call him over."

"Okay, you know him well, please cheer up." The battalion commander returned.

The instructor walked to Ding Xiaojun at the end of the line, and pulled him: "Why are you queuing here, go, go to our table."

Ding Xiaojun turned his head and glanced at the table the trainer mentioned, and the other three people on the water table were also looking at him and gave him a smile.

Ding Xiaojun also smiled back at the people on the table, and then looked at the trainer. He shook the plate in his hand: "Teacher, I'm not from your battalion department. I'll cook by myself."

"Okay, then there are so many problems, let you get over it." The trainer pulled Ding Xiaojun to his table without any politeness.

The battalion commander smiled at Ding Xiaojun, "Let's eat, you're welcome."

At this time, the messenger next to him handed over a pair of chopsticks and pushed a bowl of rice to Ding Xiaojun's side.

"Thank you!" Ding Xiaojun smiled at the signal, but the other party just smiled reluctantly and didn't continue.

"Xiao Ding, the camp management and battalion are different now. There is no cooking team in the battalion department. Everyone is in the same pot, and even the battalion department has no privileges." The instructor picked up the chopsticks and explained to Ding Xiaojun.

Ding Xiaojun looked at the dishes on the meal and then looked back at the fast food plates in the hands of other soldiers. Although he didn't say anything, it was clearly a hint that he was doing it. He didn't have privileges, so why? It's different from soldiers.

The battalion commander's expression turned pale, and the instructor at the side hurried over to make a drink: "Xiao Ding, come on, eat meat. Let me tell you, Squad Leader Wang of the cooking team is a master at making braised pork..."

The instructor put a piece of braised pork into Ding Xiaojun's bowl and gave him a wink.

Ding Xiaojun: "One meal for the whole battalion is good, at least it saves a lot of manpower."

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There was no fun eating this meal, and there was very little communication. It can only be said that everyone is not familiar with it yet.

After the meal, Ding Xiaojun saw what the instructor and the battalion commander were talking about, and thought they were talking about work, so he left without waiting for the instructor.

Back in the duty room, Ding Xiaojun took out the original dismantling record, opened it and studied it carefully.

Now that the new missiles have been configured in place, they will be assigned to technical units in the future, especially the loading units. This requires a set of operating procedures. He has set up the operating procedures of 21A before and has a foundation. , I also intend to preset the process of the 31 series first.

He also didn't know if his superiors had studied the operating procedures, and whether the manufacturer had attached operating procedures, but this didn't stop him from doing his own research first.

Time passed quickly, it was dark, and the trainer came back with a flashlight.

"Instructor, you are back." Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ding Xiaojun raised his head to say hello to the instructor, only then did he see the battalion correspondent standing at the door.

The instructor smiled at Ding Xiaojun, looked at the notebook he was holding, and asked softly, "What are you doing?"

"Technical things." Ding Xiaojun closed the notebook and did not explain what he was doing to the trainer.

The instructor walked to Ding Xiaojun, sat down on his bed, and said to Ding Xiaojun, "Xiao Ding, shall I tell you something?"

Ding Xiaojun was so sensitive, when he saw the trainer brought the correspondent with him, he guessed what the trainer was going to say, and he even had a bad premonition.

"Okay, tell me." Ding Xiaojun put on a smile and looked at the trainer. Although he knew that what he said might not be a good thing, he still pretended to be nonchalant.

Seeing Ding Xiaojun's expression, the instructor was a little embarrassed, but said embarrassedly: "Xiao Ding, it's like this, the management of the camp has just started, and there is a lot of work in the camp. I think..."

Before the trainer said the embarrassing words, Ding Xiaojun smiled: "Teacher, I really can't adapt to living here with an officer as big as you. I'm quite stressed. Why don't you go back to live in the camp? What should I say?" , you are also the instructor of the camp, aren’t you?”

(End of this chapter)