The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 781

"Uncle PLA, can I ask you a question?"

"Yes, you can come here. You are so far away, why do you seem to be afraid of us? Yes, the People's Liberation Army is your relatives. Don't be afraid, come here!" The soldier who turned out to be the leader waved to the little boy.

The second platoon leader came to the front, and he patted the bent soldier's head: "You are like letting the devils enter the village to trick children into eating candy, and you are not afraid of scaring the children."

After the second platoon leader finished speaking, he also turned around, looked at the little boy, bent slightly, and waved to the little boy.

"Platoon leader, aren't you the same as me? You also said that I look like..."

The second platoon leader turned his head and glared at the soldier who spoke: "Go, what do you know?"

Before the little boy moved, a little girl walked over slowly, and then she stood in front of the second platoon leader.

She is very small, wearing very authentic national costumes, her hair is in two long braids, and her delicate face is very lovable.

The second platoon leader stroked the girl's head: "What's your name?"

"Uncle, my name is Yingma, and I want to go home. Our teacher said that the PLA uncle will come and rescue us home. Uncle, are you going to take me home? I'm hungry and want to eat my mother's food." It's time for dinner." The little girl didn't become scared just because she was a stranger.

The second row's long hand reached into his pocket, rummaged through it, found a small package of beef jerky, and handed it to the little girl. After the little girl took it, he picked her up again.

"The uncles are here to take you home. Yingma will be able to go home and eat her mother's meal soon."

The little boy was a little reluctant. He looked at the second platoon leader who was holding Yingma, and asked again and again: "Uncle, you haven't told us yet, why don't you bring guns?"

"Because the uncles are here to save you, and saving people is not fighting, so you don't carry guns, you only carry guns in war." Ding Xiaojun came out from behind the second platoon leader and said to the little boy.

"Then it won't be prestige." The little boy looked a little disappointed.

This made Ding Xiaojun a little speechless. He approached the little boy and squatted down: "As the People's Liberation Army, you don't want to show your prestige. You have the responsibility to fight the gun. The gun is to protect our family, our Friends, when you grow up, you will understand."

"Anyway, it's not majestic!" The little boy didn't sell Ding Xiaojun's account.

"Well, it's just not majestic." Ding Xiaojun replied helplessly, planning to hug the little boy like the leader of the second platoon. Thinking of his hugging action just now, the little boy hid very uncooperatively.

"I don't want you to hug me, you are so dark, you look scary." The little boy was very unconvinced, and said straightforwardly.

Listening to Xiaojun, he only felt that his heart was hurt, and he was still hurt by a child who didn't understand anything.

"Yang Yu, the teacher said, be polite, have you forgotten what the teacher said?" At this moment, the old teacher came over with other students, and he smiled apologetically at Ding Xiaojun, which was regarded as a slap to Ding Xiaojun Hello.

Hearing what the teacher said, the little boy turned around and ran behind the teacher. He made a face at Ding Xiaojun, and then looked up at the old teacher: "Teacher, do you think the black-faced uncle will be like my dad? My ass?"

Hearing the little boy's words, the soldiers in the second row all laughed, even the teacher couldn't help but want to laugh, only Ding Xiaojun was so hurt that he couldn't help it.

The old teacher smiled apologetically at Ding Xiaojun: "Children, you are a little naughty. This comrade must not be as knowledgeable as him."

"No, I'm not that stingy, and I'm serious with children." After Ding Xiaojun finished speaking, he couldn't help but think in his heart that he might as well have listened to the words of the company commander of the test company and stayed at the bridge. A blow from the little boy.

"Yang Yu, apologize to Uncle PLA!" the elderly teacher reprimanded the little boy behind him.

"Black-faced uncle, I'm sorry." After the little boy finished speaking, he stuck out his tongue at Ding Xiaojun, and then hid behind the teacher.

"Hahaha…………"

The soldiers in the second row laughed again, and Ding Xiaojun smiled helplessly. At this time, he felt that it was a big mistake for him to come here.

The teacher was also very helpless, so he had no choice but to change the topic: "I am the principal of the school here, and at the same time their only teacher..."

Well, everyone understands, the teacher's words are very simple, there are few students in the mountain primary school, and the headmaster sounds quite famous. manage.

The second platoon leader put the little girl Yingma down and looked at the teacher: "Principal, is there anything in our school that can be used to lay the bridge deck? Now that the water flow has stopped, we want to send the children across safely." At the same time, the pontoon bridge must also be repaired."

"The students in the school are small. There are only nineteen students in total, and there are only six simple desks. You see..." The old principal was a little embarrassed. You must know that it took a lot of effort to persuade those few desks. It was done with the help of the villagers. The consciousness of the people in the mountains is weak. Many families don’t want their children to go to school. They feel that going to school is useless. It's a little better than before, and the villagers are also willing that their children go to school, not as disgusted as they used to be.

The second platoon leader looked at Ding Xiaojun helplessly. He couldn't say, let the principal take out the desks and save people first. They could see how precious those so-called desks were in the eyes of the old principal.

"Forget it, don't think about laying the bridge for now, the most important thing is to send the children out first." Ding Xiaojun said to the second platoon leader.

The leader of the second platoon frowned: "But how do we send it? In the middle section, there is no bridge deck. It's a bit dangerous for us to go there by ourselves, not to mention, we have to bring the children."

Ding Xiaojun looked at the lower reaches of the river, looked around, and did not find a word that made him feel forced to cross, because he thought it would be safer. He looked around the school, and there were no suitable trees, but there were a few bamboos growing The ones are not bad, but those bamboos are obviously not enough to lay the bridge deck.

"Principal, may I use those bamboos? If yes, we can cut them down and use them." Ding Xiaojun pointed to the few bamboos not far from the school and asked the principal.

The principal turned his head and looked at it, then nodded to Ding Xiaojun: "It can be used. You can cut it, as long as you don't dig out the roots. If there are roots, the bamboo can still grow. If you cut down the roots, then the bamboo will grow." It just won't grow out."

(End of this chapter)