The strongest blue army starts from keeping the Seventh Steel Company

"Hello, battalion commander."

Seeing several people from Gao Cheng approaching, the officers of the two companies turned around.

"You are not afraid of knocking people apart."

While talking, Gao Cheng touched a few packs of cigarettes and threw them to them.

"Battalion Commander, we are tank soldiers, what we want is rampage〃〃."

"Hard to tough is our style."

"Today we must get them down."

"Afraid you won't make it?"

The officers of the two companies said so and were about to step up again.

"I'm very angry, not bad, just fight like this, whoever wins in a row, I will personally sponsor a Huazi."

Gao Cheng smiled.

If the army has no fighting spirit, it will be useless.

Of course, this will not affect the relationship between the two companies. On the battlefield, you can still rest assured to hand over your back to the other party.

"The battalion commander has a great atmosphere."

"Walk."

"Fuck me, I'll play in person."

The atmosphere became more lively in an instant.

After watching for a while, Gaocheng and the others went to the camp of the three machine companies.

The Seventh Steel Company held activities on the training ground. The platoons and platoons were in a tug-of-war, and there was a ring game next to them. They put some cigarettes, milk and so on.

Balian was writing couplets in the organization, blessing characters, etc. Many guys read Gao Cheng's handwriting and called it an expert. It was more like grass than his cursive script, and many guys messed up their faces with ink.

But these are not important, what is needed is the atmosphere of the New Year.

As for Jiulian, they are still organizing soldiers to call home, and those who cannot be reached by phone are writing letters. They can't go home during the Chinese New Year, so they can only use this method to express their lovesickness.

After ten o'clock.

The group of Gaocheng arrived at the artillery company, and it was also lively here. There was a competition for carrying artillery shells and carrying ammunition boxes. There was a constant sound of cheering and cheering.

The combat support company was using the internal computer to play CS on the intranet. Lin Dong and the others insisted on going up to play a few games to get a good grip.

obviously.

No one is polite today, Lin Dong and the others were spitting at their mothers after losing, and Gao Cheng who was standing next to him almost died laughing, playing games against people who work on computers every day, isn't this looking for abuse.

The busiest one is of course the logistics support company, which has to go to the regiment to collect the supplies for the New Year, and the cooking soldiers have to prepare the reunion dinner in the evening.

Anyway, during this day, the synthesis camp was bustling with activity.

. . .

At six o'clock in the evening, the sky was already dark, and many red lanterns were hung in the synthetic camp.

In the big dining hall, except for the cooking soldiers and the officers and soldiers standing guard, other officers and soldiers have gathered here for the New Year's Eve dinner.

Deng Deng.

Gao Cheng came to the stage in front of the cafeteria, glanced at everyone, and said, "Since the establishment of the Synthetic Battalion, we have made a lot of progress in this period of time. The combat company has trained hard and is not afraid of suffering or being scolded. This is worthy of praise. .”

Not easy.

The officers and soldiers of the six combat companies were deeply moved.

It's okay to train hard, but you have to suffer from Gao Cheng's saliva almost every day, and you have to go out to practice lurking and so on. That's a torment.

"The support company and the logistics company have nothing to say. They have already made the reputation of the Synthetic Battalion, and the entire group army is now known to everyone."

Gao Cheng said loudly again.

Officers and soldiers of the two companies: "..."

Fame is indeed earned, but it just doesn't sound very good, just like a mouse crossing the street.

Also, every time I challenged others in the past, I would be scolded if I won, and ridiculed if I lost. It made me cry when I said it.

"Everyone has worked hard."

After a pause, Gao Cheng continued, "Today is the Chinese New Year, everyone is open to eating and drinking, and tomorrow they will also rest."

Even when alcohol was banned later, on Chinese New Year's Day, troops without missions would be allowed to drink some. They left their hometowns and were far away from their families and relatives. Can those who celebrate Chinese New Year not drink a little?

"start."

"Yes."

Following Gao Cheng's order, the originally quiet dining hall immediately became lively, with people grabbing chopsticks to eat, and some busy drinking.

"what happened?"

After eating a few mouthfuls, a captain of the battalion department suddenly saw Shi Jin who was sitting across from him eating, his eyes suddenly turned red, and crystal tears emerged like this.

"My mother made it."

While chewing, Shi Jin choked up and said, "This is the wild vegetable from my house. I used to like it the most. I didn't put ginger and garlic in it, but I'm not used to it. My mother would put it in every time."

Although he hasn't been home for more than two years, no matter how long it has been, even if he dies, it is impossible for him to forget the meals made by his mother.

"Look at this steamed bun, isn't it pretty?"

Next to it, a platoon leader of the artillery company was holding a steamed bun that looked like a piglet, and said with a smile, "My daughter likes to do it like this, because her mother always calls me a pig's head."

Just smiling, his eyes were red, and he hasn't been home for two years. I'm afraid his daughter has already gone to kindergarten, but he hasn't seen her off once.

"Company commander, is my mother here?"

A soldier at the next table also cried, and there was a plate of dumplings with lace in front of him.

That's the taste, it was wrapped by his mother herself, so it can't be wrong.

"Look this way."

Gao Cheng's voice came over.

Swish.

As soon as he turned his head, Shi Jin immediately stood up, the tears in his eyes could not be held back anymore, and just rolled down his face.

It's his mother.

It was really his longing mother who came.

"mom."

Shi Jin yelled and hurried over.

"Round round."

"dad."

The other soldiers also got up and ran towards the door. Their families really came.

Deng Deng.

Stopping in front of his mother, Shi Jin asked, "Mom, why are you here?"

The woman with gray hair raised her hand and wiped away the tears from her son's face, ".' He has grown up, why are you still crying? Don't cry, don't cry, it was arranged by your chief, and I bought a ticket for me. He even came to pick me up at the train station."

"Yuanyuan, come, give me a hug from Dad."

"dad."

"mom."

Other soldiers also came to the family.

"Uncles, aunts, and the little ones all live in the guest house in the division. Let's eat first. They haven't eaten the food for you yet. Tomorrow is a holiday. Go to those places in the capital."

At this time, Gao Cheng came over.

He arranged it.

Shi Jin and the others should have been on family leave, but they haven't taken it for more than two years, and the synthetic battalion will have to step up training next, and they won't be able to go back.

"Thank you battalion commander."

"Thank you battalion commander."

Shi Jin and the others all turned around.

"Thank me for what? All right, hurry up and have dinner with Auntie and the others."

Gao Cheng said with a smile.

"Yes."

Shi Jin and the others responded and took their families to their seats, while other soldiers rushed to move their chairs, making the atmosphere even more lively.

Because there is a family to accompany the Chinese New Year together.

more than an hour later.

Gao Cheng came outside and left space and time for those fighters. Sometimes it makes sense to be too cold at the top. With him around, those guys are always a little bit reluctant to let go.

Snapped.

Lighting a cigarette, Gao Cheng smoked slowly.

It's really not easy for the soldiers. Their combined battalion is not bad, and they can celebrate the New Year in the camp, but at this moment, there are still many soldiers on patrol at the border.

"Why, are you homesick too?"

Lin Dong came out after a while.

"You do not want?"

Gao Cheng replied and threw a cigarette to Lin Dong.

"Think about it, but what can we do? We're all going back for the New Year, and I'm afraid we won't have a good New Year." Lin Dong lit a cigarette and smoked, and someone had to watch over him, otherwise the New Year would be forgotten when the enemy came. (Chen Nuohao)

"Well, let's go home and have a look after we have formed a fighting force."