The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 832 My Handwriting Is Really Ugly

"In such matters, I will not deceive the feelings of the soldiers. If I have to deceive the feelings of the soldiers even in such matters, then I am really not worthy to be their instructor."

After the instructor finished speaking, Ding Xiaojun looked at him, but didn't say a word.

The instructor was also silent for a few seconds before continuing to speak: "Xiao Ding, in fact, this is not the first time I have experienced a situation like this. Seven years ago, just seven years ago, I was a platoon leader. At that time, a veteran of our platoon left us forever during a typhoon rescue operation. At that time, the only person I had the best relationship with was her.”

Having said this, the trainer stopped, as if entering a certain kind of memory.

Ding Xiaojun just looked at him without saying a word, waiting for him to tell the next story.

After being silent for half a minute, the trainer let out a bad breath, and then continued to preach: "On the third day after he left, our army received a telegram that his wife was critically ill. You know, the veteran's wife has been seriously ill for a long time, and because of the long-term treatment, there is no longer anything in his family that can be exchanged for money for medical treatment, and it is all supported by his salary."

"Later, a leader found out that the situation was wrong, so he sent an inquiry call to the local civil affairs department. However, it had been more than a week since the critical illness telegram was sent. He gave up treatment and passed away."

After the instructor finished speaking, he turned his face away, turned his back to Ding Xiaojun, raised his head, and made a gesture of looking up at the sky.

Ding Xiaojun could see that the instructor was recalling the past and felt sad. The reason why he did this was to keep himself from crying, and he didn't want Ding Xiaojun to see that he was not strong at the moment. I understand this feeling.

Ding Xiaojun didn't say anything, perhaps, at this moment, all words are pale.

"So, we can't let history repeat itself." The instructor who turned his back to Ding Xiaojun suddenly said another sentence, and then fell completely silent.

Yes, history cannot be repeated. In Ding Xiaojun’s world, there are too many histories that cannot be repeated in his military career. Yes, he is not willing to let all history repeat itself. He looked at the instructor who turned his back to him. , After being silent for a while, he said, "I'll go and move a table over here."

After Ding Xiaojun finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving only the trainer silent here.

silence,

It is an expression of helplessness for soldiers,

Soldiers have too much helplessness, they can't express it, because there are too few people who understand it.

When Ding Xiaojun rushed back carrying the table, many soldiers had already rushed over, and they lined up one by one.

Ding Xiaojun put down the table, looked at the trainer who had recovered, and asked, "Teacher, should we prepare a donation box?"

The instructor looked at the soldiers who had already lined up, and shook his head: "No need, when did our troops use the donation box for donations, let's record it, and count the donations of the soldiers, it will save trouble."

"Oh, okay, then I'm going to move two chairs." After Ding Xiaojun finished speaking, he left again.

After taking the paper and pen for recording and bringing two more chairs, Ding Xiaojun came back again. After putting down the chair, he put the paper and pen on the table. Then he smiled at the instructor and replied: "You can start Alright."

The instructor separated out the paper and pen, put them on the other side, and said to Ding Xiaojun: "You should also register together, it will be faster."

Ding Xiaojun waved his hand, and he looked at the queue again, and saw the second platoon leader of the test company standing in the middle of the queue, talking to the soldiers behind him.

"Second platoon leader, second platoon leader!" Ding Xiaojun yelled in the direction of the second platoon leader of the test company.

Hearing the call, the second platoon leader of the test company stopped communicating with the people behind him, raised his head, and looked at Ding Xiaojun for some unknown reason. Seeing that Ding Xiaojun was waving to himself with a smile, he subconsciously raised his finger Own.

Ding Xiaojun saw the second platoon leader of the test company pointing at him, nodded to him, and waved to him again.

After the second platoon leader of the test company and the soldiers behind him said something else, they walked out of the team, trotted up to Ding Xiaojun, and asked Ding Xiaojun, "Squad Leader Ding, what do you want me to do?"

Ding Xiaojun pointed to the chair behind the table: "Come and record the donation information together."

After listening to Ding Xiaojun's words, the second platoon leader of the test company waved his hands one after another: "Squad leader Ding, I can't do it, my handwriting is ugly."

When Ding Xiaojun heard this, there was such a reason, and he smiled at the second platoon leader of the test company: "It's okay, the ugly words don't affect the records, this is not a report, please sit."

The second platoon leader of the test company looked at Ding Xiaojun's expression again, and saw that the other party was serious, not like joking. Then he walked behind the table, pulled the chair back, and just about to sit down, he looked at Ding Xiaojun again. Ding Xiaojun.

"Squad Leader Ding, my handwriting is really ugly, are you really okay?"

The instructor next to him who had already started recording saw the second platoon leader whimpering, not at all straightforward, and said without looking at him, "You are usually capable in all aspects of training, why don't you look like a soldier at all now? Asking you to record something, it’s like letting you go to the mountain of swords, I guess, even if you really go to the mountain of swords, you won’t be so grumpy, hurry up and do the right thing.”

Naturally, the second platoon leader didn't dare to refute what the instructor said. He sat down unnaturally, thinking in his heart, if I really let me go to the knife mountain, it would really be much easier to do than this record work.

Ding Xiaojun glanced at the trainer who was focusing on the registration, and smiled. Just as he was about to say to the soldiers in line that they were in the first line, the soldiers had already consciously divided half of them, let alone the ones that were separated. All male soldiers from the test company, perhaps, they prefer to record by themselves.

Ding Xiaojun saw that the people had already lined up, so he pointed to the pen on the table to the somewhat dazed second platoon leader, and said with a smile: "Let's start, second platoon leader, take it as exercise, you can't just lead troops, right? As a leading cadre, if you only know how to lead soldiers, that’s not enough.”

The leader of the second platoon looked at Ding Xiaojun's face, as if he had been irritated, he took the pen on the table angrily, gestured to the male soldier in front of the line, and then began to write the name of the other party. The company and the second platoon leader also know everyone's name, so naturally they don't need to confirm the names of the soldiers like the trainers.

(End of this chapter)