The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 897
After Ding Xiaojun lay down, just as he was about to close his eyes, he saw the trainer on the other side move, he pulled the quilt, and then there was no movement again.

Ding Xiaojun took a look and saw that the trainer just moved the quilt and didn't care. He thought it was time to rest, so he closed his eyes while lying flat.

"Little Ding!"

As soon as Ding Xiaojun closed his eyes, the instructor's voice came from the opposite side.

"En!" Ding Xiaojun opened his eyes again, turned over and looked at the trainer.

"I'm leaving tomorrow!" The trainer's words were very calm, without any emotional color.

"Oh, I see." Ding Xiaojun's reaction was also very flat, as if he knew the result a long time ago.

Then there was nothing. Then, the two of them fell silent without speaking.

Early in the morning, Ding Xiaojun got up early. After getting dressed, he looked back at the instructor who was still sleeping, and went out quietly.

The air in the morning was very good. He took a deep breath of fresh air, moved his shoulders, and then walked towards the back mountain of the camp.

He is used to getting up early, but at this time in the past, he should be doing morning exercises, but now, instead of doing exercises, he is walking towards the back mountain of the camp.

Although the mountain is not high, the temperature is still two degrees lower than the camp at the foot of the mountain. He glanced at the vegetable field with a lot of vacancies, and then started to move forward. He didn't go up to the top of the mountain, but in the Halfway up the mountain began to move laterally, and he went west.

Why go to the west, because to the west, you can see the entire camp area here, the entire camp, including the camp management camp.

He stopped at the fork of the mountain. This is the end of the long hill. As he was walking, he went down the mountain, and on the opposite side was another mountain with a hidden magazine.

He lowered his head to search, and finally found a big rock on which he could sit and rest. After sitting down, he habitually checked his pockets. Fortunately, he came back the day before and bought cigarettes. Although he was in debt I bought it, but it didn't affect his smoking mood at all.

Lighting a cigarette, he leisurely admired the surrounding area. He has been stationed in this camp for so many years. He didn't even manage the camp yet. He remembered that when he came up, he didn't come up to enjoy the scenery, but just to see if there was anything missing in the magazine from this point of view.

"One! Two! Three! Four... One, two, three! Four..."

The sound of slogans came from the camp management camp, and Ding Xiaojun couldn't help but look away. The distance was a little far away, and it wasn't the Qing Dynasty. He could only see that the team of the camp management camp was doing morning exercises. Ding Xiaojun was fascinated by it, and suddenly There was a hot feeling in his hand, he subconsciously shook his hand, and threw the butt of the cigarette that had burned to the end on the ground.

He just looked down, then raised his foot and stomped out the smoking butt of the cigarette.

"Sure enough, the scenery at high places is different." Ding Xiaojun sighed and stood up. Compared with the last time, he found that the camp had changed a lot, especially on the side of the ammunition magazine. The battalion's barracks, and even the surrounding area of ​​the ammunition depot, have been organized by the camp management camp to look much more pleasing to the eye.

To be pleasing to the eye, in the eyes of soldiers, to be pleasing to the eye is to be orderly, neat and tangible, with edges and edges.

He looked at the direction of the technical battalion again. Although compared with before, there have been changes, but it is obvious that there is no magazine. If you don't compare carefully, it is really not easy to find.

After reading it, he didn't know what his Chuzhong was, he shook his head, he might as well go back, so he started to walk back again, and he walked more slowly than when he came.

When he got down to the technical battalion, the sky was brighter than when he came out before. Ding Xiaojun stopped at the propaganda stand beside the barracks. In the past, he often saw this propaganda stand, but he never took a serious look at it. At this moment, maybe there is really nothing to tell, so I stopped and looked at it seriously.

Practice hard skills,

Strive to be a role model.

Two staggered slogans occupy a large space in the center of the propaganda column. On the side, there is the unique symbol of the Rocket Army, the launching missile, and the background is set off by the fluttering national flag.

If it was in the past, Ding Xiaojun really knew what this slogan meant, but now it seems that he is a little confused.

There are not so many bulletin boards in this camp, but Ding Xiaojun no longer has the heart to read them one by one, he started to walk back, because according to the practice time, it is time to clean up the housework.

From a distance, he saw the instructor cleaning with a broom. This was the first time Ding Xiaojun saw such a scene. He had never seen an instructor do this before when the technical camp was there.

Ding Xiaojun ran over and grabbed the broom from the trainer: "Teacher, how can I let you do the hard work of cleaning alone."

Ding Xiaojun did not snatch the broom from the instructor's hand, the instructor stopped, supported the broom with one hand, raised the other hand, wiped his forehead with his sleeve, then looked at Ding Xiaojun, and said: " Morning exercises are over."

"No, I'll just go out for a walk." Ding Xiaojun's hand was still on the broom, and he still planned to grab the broom from the instructor's hand.

The instructor looked down at Ding Xiaojun's hand holding the broom, and patted it lightly, but he didn't knock off Ding Xiaojun's hand, so he looked at Ding Xiaojun's face and said, "Okay, let's go and organize your housework first. Say."

Ding Xiaojun looked at the instructor's smiling face, and finally gave up his plan to grab the broom. He nodded: "Okay, I will do the housework first, you wait for me."

Back in the duty room, Ding Xiaojun took a big look and saw that the instructor’s internal affairs were neat and tidy. He smiled, thinking that the instructor planned to compare himself with the internal affairs. I have never seen such a high standard.

Yes, Ding Xiaojun, the trainer's housekeeper, knew very well that the two of them were in the same battalion. Well, I can only say so-so, but today, today is really different.

Although it is still not as good as the internal affairs standard of recruits, compared to before, it is really high standard now, with sharp edges and corners, but the sheets are a little yellowish, which is also because they have been used for many years, and the color has faded after washing.

Ding Xiaojun wondered whether he had a higher internal standard than the trainer, or whether he had a higher standard. Anyway, there was only one answer, and it didn't matter. Just when he was about to turn his head, his gaze tightened again.

(End of this chapter)