The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 787

Seeing the veteran behind him get up, one of the soldiers observing Ding Xiaojun's situation said to him: "Squad leader, do we have to get something to eat? I'm so hungry!"

And another soldier directly took out his little steamed bun, put it in his mouth and took a bite.

"Go to another place, the old black head is too bad, he knows we are nearby, and deliberately made such an attractive fragrance..."

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This group was not the only ones who were also tempted. Similarly, on a small hill behind the bamboo forest, several female soldiers were also tempted. In the end, their squad leader also led them to choose to stay away.

After eating, Ding Xiaojun and the trainer made the block into a hammock, and the two lay on it very comfortably, chatting leisurely about homework.

In the middle of the afternoon, Ding Xiaojun let out his spikes, and the two made tea again and drank it.

"It's getting dark, don't you worry about them?" the trainer asked Ding Xiaojun looking at the heartless Ding Xiaojun.

"There is nothing to worry about. This area has been patrolled by Spikes many times. Except for mosquitoes, there is nothing they can't solve." Ding Xiaojun said indifferently.

While the two were chatting, Spike came back, but instead of bringing back the hare that the trainer expected, it carried a bird with wings in its mouth.

When Langya approached, Ding Xiao took the game from Langya's mouth.

"Supposedly, it's good to make lotus leaf chicken. What we don't lack here is lotus leaf. But, the fragrance of lotus leaf chicken is not far away. It's better to make stewed chicken. The two of us can go pick some mushrooms now." I'm back." Ding Xiaojun said while looking at the pheasant in his hand.

The trainer was lying on the hammock, he was not very willing to move, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, and threw one to Ding Xiaojun: "Pheasant stewed with mushrooms is delicious, but picking mushrooms is too troublesome, I think we can easily The only thing I can do is stew a chicken."

Ding Xiaojun glanced at the trainer, and thrust his little force into a nearby tree: "Then I'll pick it, you keep it, and deal with this pheasant first."

"Okay!" The trainer lazily rolled over from the hammock.

It's not the season to eat mushrooms now, but Ding Xiaojun still picked mushrooms and fungus, but the amount was not much, enough for two people to eat.

Back at the edge of the pond, the trainer was still plucking the feathers of the chicken. It could be guessed that after Ding Xiaojun left, the trainer was not in a hurry to deal with the pheasant.

Ding Xiaojun no longer expected the trainer to do it. He took the pheasant from the trainer, took the knife, and started the bloody process.

In about an hour, a pot of stewed pheasant and mushrooms came out of the pot. The two gathered around the pot and ate it. The rich aroma once tempted people who looked here from a distance.

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"Mom, it's getting dark, can we still go to Dad's place?" On a bus, Wang Yan and her precious daughter sat in the back row, and the daughter asked while looking at the sky outside.

"We will arrive, we will arrive soon." Wang Yan said, took out an envelope, and confirmed the address on it once.

Finally, they got off the car at an intersection. According to the driver, this is where they were going to arrive.

"Mom, are you sure Dad is here? It's so remote here?" Wang Yan's daughter looked up at her and asked again.

Wang Yan looked around, and it was indeed remote, but the good thing was that there was a village not far away, which made her feel at ease, at least she didn't have to worry about being left in the wilderness.

"I'll call your father and ask him to pick us up." Wang Yan smiled sweetly at her daughter, took out the phone from her small bag, and dialed the military line of the Second Battalion.

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"It's getting dark. I think someone will come to catch fish at night. Do you want to stay and scare them?" the trainer asked Ding Xiaojun, biting a piece of chicken.

Ding Xiaojun threw a gnawed chicken bone to Langya, and then he replied: "Don't keep it, they can find something to eat, that's their ability, in fact, letting them out this time is to train their adaptability , to let them know the hardships of reality, you really treat it as survival training, I won’t keep it, I don’t want to become food for mosquitoes.”

"That's boring. In this respect, you can't compare to that guy. He, whenever he has a chance, will toss the soldiers to death. Not to mention, his tossing around has made a lot of trouble. Come on with a strong team, you should learn from him." The trainer responded.

Ding Xiaojun said indifferently: "What do I compare with him? He trains troops, which is based on conditions. He is a leader, has supplies, and is ready for war. He can train as he wants. Look at what I have. What do you want?" I have no money, no power, so I can only do it on various foundations, and I can't do it at a higher level, such as shooting training. Have some combat power, I am a veteran, but I have no right to order gun practice, even if I can practice, we are poor and don’t have enough bullets.”

When the trainer thought about it, it was really true that with the current situation in the station, it was really unrealistic and impossible to practice guns.

"Otherwise, I'll make a report to my superiors and give us instructions on the ammunition and target paper, and we'll make a strong camp."

Ding Xiaojun shook his head: "Forget it, don't bother, as long as we have a good foundation, the female soldiers have also practiced target shooting during their recruiting period, and they will be fine if they master the guns. At most, we are practicing the maintenance of firearms, not me. , based on our foundation, we really can't train combat units, but that doesn't matter, as long as we become the strongest unit in terms of technology, I'm still confident that I can beat the old donkey on this point Powerful."

"Yes, we are also a technical unit. As long as we are the strongest in our profession, it will be impressive. As for the strong soldiers, we are still training, and we can't train a special force. So Rather than being like this, it’s better to be good at one thing.” The instructor replied.

Ding Xiaojun put down the bamboo bowl in his hand, and looked directly at the trainer: "I can't just be good at one thing. My goal is that a person should be proficient in at least two trumpeters. Everyone can be the master if he pulls it out. Trumpeter, as for combat skills, you can't compare to the best, but you can't be the worst either."

Seeing that Ding Xiaojun was too serious, the trainer smiled, and to ease Ding Xiaojun's seriousness, he said with a smile: "Your goal is not small. If I guessed correctly, you should be running after your former second child." Let’s go for the camp goal.”

Ding Xiaojun's gaze became firmer: "Is the second battalion? No, the second battalion is indeed good, but it hasn't reached the goal I want. Now, my goal is far more than the second battalion in the past."

(End of this chapter)