The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 889 His Disguise
When he returned to the duty room once, the instructor searched and took out another fast food box. He took another look at Ding Xiaojun who was teasing his wolf teeth, and said, "Xiao Ding, it's time for dinner, we should eat too." No, now the technical battalion is gone, the two of us are partnering with the camp management battalion."

Only then did Ding Xiaojun let go of his wolf teeth and stood up. He glanced at the two fast food boxes held by the trainer, and said in a serious manner: "Teacher, what kind of team do you have? Isn't it just eating? Let's solve it by ourselves. When I was alone, I solved it by myself."

"Fix it yourself? How do we solve it?" The instructor looked at Ding Xiaojun and asked suspiciously.

"How else can I solve it, instructor, I remember you said that you like to eat wild game. It just so happens that there are no people here, and there is no need to train. It's just the two of us. Of course, we came here according to our own ideas. How about it?" , to play game."

The trainer looked at Ding Xiaojun who was out of shape, and he thought he was blindsided, so he couldn't help closing his eyes, and opened them again, and saw that Ding Xiao was still looking at him with an out-of-shape smiling face.

He even had an idea, he wondered if this Ding Xiaojun had been stimulated too much, and it was not impossible.

"Aren't you going to go? If you don't go, I will take Spike." Ding Xiaojun said with a smile.

The trainer looked at Ding Xiaojun's smiling face, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that it was unreal, but he couldn't tell that it was not real enough.

"Go, of course." The trainer gritted his teeth, he wanted to take a good look at whether Ding Xiaojun really pretended to be good, or the real him now.

"Okay, I'm ready to go, wait for me." After Ding Xiaojun finished speaking, he rubbed Langya's head again, and then walked outside.

He was walking on the path leading directly to the warehouse. On both sides of the path were green grass, and occasionally there was a dead leaf on the green grass.

The green grass was not green, it seemed to be turning yellow. At this time, a withered yellow leaf fluttered down in front of him, and he saw the fallen leaves dancing in the air.

At the edge of the leaves, he stopped and bent down, picked up the withered and yellow leaves, held them in his hands, looked over and over, and then looked up at the big tree where the leaves had left.

Ding Xiaojun is not a poet, nor does he have the feelings of a poet, and he will not say something similar: the departure of the leaf is the deep love of the wind, or the retention of the tree that the tree does not understand.For this type of poetry, what he would say is: "It's already autumn, why are there so few leaves falling?"

Indeed, it has entered late autumn. If it is in the north, the leaves of many trees have already fallen, and even if there are not, there are only a few dead leaves of Kazuki that are still struggling to support, but here is the cloud. Usually, the four seasons are not clear, and the plants that grow naturally are also different from those in the north. Even in winter, patches of greenery can be seen everywhere.

He dropped the leaf again, and continued to walk forward, but the surrounding area was very quiet, terrifyingly quiet.

If he had been walking on this road half a month ago, there would not have been such silence, nor would there have been such emptiness, and he would have seen other people in the same clothes as him, perhaps a private class, or a First-class non-commissioned officer, may also be second-class non-commissioned officer, and lieutenant officer, etc.

But no matter what kind of situation it is, they would never think that it is so quiet now. When they see Ding Xiaojun walking from here, they will definitely say hello.

Finally, he walked to the warehouse and entered the warehouse. He didn't go to get the things he needed. He knew that the things he needed were all there, so he didn't need to look for them at all.

He walked all the way to a corner of the warehouse, where he squatted down, then hugged his legs with his hands, and buried his head. Suddenly, like this, his body began to tremble.

If the trainer saw Ding Xiaojun like this at this time, he would definitely understand. This is the scene he expected to appear. This also reflects from another aspect that the original Ding Xiaojun was pretending. It's great, so good that people can't find a trace of it.

Ding Xiaojun's eyes were moistened with his head buried, his vision became somewhat blurred, and the ground he was looking at became no longer clear. Instead, he saw a team appear in a state where nothing should be clear.

The team became clearer and clearer, and he could even see everyone's faces clearly.

They are walking neatly, they are marching, the steps are exactly the same, as if a step is copied out of synchronization.

They seemed to see Ding Xiaojun looking at them, so they smiled one by one, they were getting closer, they were getting closer, Ding Xiaojun looked at the familiar faces, none of them he didn't know.

Soon, they passed by, their smiles disappeared, and only the background shadows remained, and then gradually drifted away until they disappeared completely.

Nested in the corner, his nose was sore, the kind of liquid that represented weakness, seemed to want to come out uncontrollably, he tried hard to suppress them from coming out, finally, he couldn't suppress them, he lifted up He turned his head and looked diagonally upwards.

Some people have said that if you tilt it at an angle of 45 degrees, you can suppress the liquid that is not strong and will not flow out. But after experiencing it, you will know that if you can truly suppress it, you must have a way to suppress it, and you cannot suppress it. Yes, even if it goes straight up to ninety degrees, it still can't be suppressed.

The crystal liquid finally landed on the ground, making a nearly perfect circle on the left floor. Finally, he still didn't insist. If the liquid only meant that he was not strong, then he really wasn't strong.

A depressive emotion surged up, which made people very uncomfortable. Ding Xiaojun didn't like this uncomfortable feeling very much. He shook his head hard, trying to get rid of all this unpleasant and uncomfortable feeling. Things get thrown away.

Perhaps, he shouldn't come here alone, it should be too empty, too quiet, too closed, staying alone in such an environment will really magnify the bad emotions in his heart infinitely, just like the involuntary growth here. A place for him to vent his emotions.

He also realized this and knew that he couldn't stay here any longer, so he wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, took the things he wanted to bring, and walked out of this relatively closed space.

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Today is four shifts, I am busy too late, and I have less time for coding. There is really no way to do five shifts. I hope readers and friends will forgive me.

In the past, Xiao Hei would say that he would guarantee continuous updates. Now, Xiao Hei adds a little, that is, under the premise of continuous updates, if he can update more, Xiao Hei will definitely update more, even if he is tired, Xiao Hei is not afraid of being tired.

Finally, thank you readers for your support.

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