The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 719
Less than half a day after the trainer moved over, he left again. Seeing the messenger leaving with his luggage, Ding Xiaojun smiled helplessly.

He walked to the door, closed the door, and was about to return to his seat, he walked to the window by a ghost, through the window, looking at the empty camp area without a trace of life, the empty yard, the empty house.

In the end, his eyes turned to the gate of the camp. The lights on the sentry post over there cast long shadows on the trees not far away.

"Perhaps, this is a quiet place." Ding Xiaojun shook his head and closed the window.

"One two one...one two one..." Just as he turned his head, there was the sound of slogans outside, followed by the sound of uniform footsteps.

I don't know if it was the soldiers from the first company or the second company who ran into the empty camp, breaking the tranquility of the camp.

It didn't take long for them to start training in military boxing.

Ding Xiaojun looked at it for a while, then returned to the table, and opened his notebook one by one.

Time passed unconsciously, looking at the clock on the wall, it was time to turn off the lights, at this time Ding Xiaojun took the flashlight on the table and went out.

"Koujin!" Ding Xiaojun, who had walked to the gate post, was stunned when he heard the voice of changing the password from the gate post. At this time, he remembered that all the guard posts here are now under the control of the camp, that is, patrolling posts. He is no longer needed, and naturally, the password is no longer communicated to him.

A flashlight hit his face directly, and he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.

"Squad leader, is it you? It's late at night, the lights have already been turned off, why don't you rest?" the guard soldier with a gun removed his flashlight and asked.

After adapting to the light, Ding Xiaojun finally explained: "I am used to patrolling, and I forgot that I don't need to be patrolling anymore."

"Oh, that's right. You, the squad leader, are too responsible. Now the security work in the camp is entrusted to us. You don't have to worry. After the lights are turned off, no activities are allowed in the camp. You should go back and rest, squad leader," the guard said. After the soldier finished speaking, he pointed his hand in the direction of the camp and made a gesture of invitation to Ding Xiaojun.

Ding Xiaojun looked at the gate of the camp again, then turned around and left.

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On the second day, Ding Xiaojun was not present at the table of the battalion manager and battalion headquarters. He prepared a meal in advance and left.

During the meal, the instructor saw that Ding Xiaojun hadn't come, so he told the others to wait. A cook from the cooking class trotted over and told the people at the table that Ding Xiaojun had opened the restaurant.

"Then let's eat by ourselves, don't worry about him." After finishing speaking, the battalion commander picked up the chopsticks and went straight to pick up the food.

The trainer didn't say anything, and picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

At lunch time, Ding Xiaojun still made lunch ahead of time, but this time, no one was bothering him.

After that, Ding Xiaojun was as if he didn't exist to the instructors, and their battalion managers rarely went to the barracks where Ding Xiaojun was.

I remember the instructor said that the old battalion commander passed down the message that Ding Xiaojun was half of the soldiers in charge of the battalion, and this was also passed down by the old battalion commander to the current instructor. Perhaps at the beginning, he really treated Ding Xiaojun as a relative, then At that time, he might still remember the words of the old battalion commander, but later, he faded away. If he had to find a reason, it might be that the trainer had too much work now and couldn't take care of him.

But no matter what it was, Ding Xiaojun didn't care, because the faction management camp stationed here is not the one he lived in.

Every day, Ding Xiaojun just flips through the log book, researches the dismantling steps back and forth, each step, in which position, which trumpeter position is appropriate, and correspondingly, different master and auxiliary trumpeter division of labor, and corresponding He carefully disassembles and arranges the details of tool pick and place, the type of tool, pick-up tool or components, etc.

This kind of work is very slow and long, and it may even take a longer time to study the operation process of the trumpeter position in a certain area.

More than two months have passed, and it is already the annual discharge season. At this time, Ding Xiaojun has to speed up his research process. At the same time, he is also ready to receive notifications from the upper management at any time.

Yes, he is ready to be discharged from the army. It has been 12 years before he knows it. No, it is less than 12 years. He enlisted in winter, and now the season of discharge has been changed to Xiaxiu. If he is ready to count, he will only enlist It's been 11 years and seven months, and it's still five months away from 12 years.

Perhaps it was the urgency of time that brought him pressure, and he finally set up the loading operation process before the farewell day of the veteran season. At this moment, he can finally feel relieved, at least he has one less regret.

When there is no pressure and people relax completely, they will feel that time passes very slowly, which makes people feel flustered.

"Maybe I have to do something, or else I'll be sick." Ding Xiaojun, who had been free for two days, was finally defeated by inexplicable panic. He was too unsuited to the current life.

He walked towards the vegetable field, wanted to tidy up the vegetable field but got the tools, and couldn't calm down no matter what.

His heart is chaotic, very chaotic, always thinking that he is going to be discharged from the army, what can he do, maybe it is the beginning of freedom, maybe he will go back to his hometown, either farm or go out to work, or he may go to My daughter-in-law's school, help her|, help that school do something.

But no matter what the choice is, it seems that it is not what he wants. Then what he wants, he thought about it, and the last terrible thought appeared in his mind. Some work linked to missiles.

This is really a terrible idea. In the final analysis, he still doesn't want to leave in his heart, even if he is ready to be discharged from the army.

The time is getting closer and closer to the day of discharge, but there is still no announcement from the higher-ups. This did not make Ding Xiaojun relax, but made his heart more entangled. Every day, he completely stopped thinking about tea and food.

Just three days before the last three days of the retirement season, Ding Xiaojun, who has been troubled by emotional entanglements, finally waited for the upper-level leaders. Early in the morning, the military vehicles of the base arrived at the camp. The person who came was the political commissar of the base, the No. 1.

Seeing that the political commissar came in person, Ding Xiaojun gave a wry smile. The one who should come will come, sooner or later, maybe after waiting for the answer, his entangled heart was relieved.

Looking at Ding Xiaojun who was saluting to him, the political commissar returned the salute, looked at the empty barracks, and then said to Ding Xiaojun: "Let's go, I heard that you have a good fishing rod, just right, I want to touch one too. Try your luck and see if I can catch a big fish or not."

(End of this chapter)