Special Forces Soldiers Who Can Write Poetry
24 The warriors go out

Zeng Xiaoh

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It was May, and it was not yet early summer. It was still cold in the morning, but when the sun rose, the temperature on the ground rose sharply.

The rays of the sun shot in through the window of the Razor Sharp Squad like arrows, shining on the ground like gold sprinkled on the ground.

Zeng Jianfei was lying on the bed, sleeping comfortably. He had been in the army for almost five months, but he had never slept as peacefully as he did today.

Perhaps the alcohol had numbed his body, or perhaps he was really too tired and needed a good sleep to recover his strength.

The entire company got up and went out for exercise.

Old Eagle looked at Zeng Jianfei's sleeping appearance and couldn't help but want to wake him up. Because today was the day they were leaving the company to participate in the National Scout Competition.

Seeing Zeng Jianfei sleeping, the class monitor stopped him. "Don't disturb him. Let him sleep well.”

Yes, he should be allowed to have a good sleep. He had been trained by them for a month without day or night. Even if he was made of iron, it was inevitable that he would be worn out and needed to be repaired. Not to mention a human, a living person with flesh and blood.

Old Eagle wanted to say something, but he hesitated."Uh," he put his hand down and then sat down on his bed. He looked out the window into the distance. Thinking of their responsibilities, the class monitor and Old Eagle both felt their hearts grow heavy. This was because the competition they were participating in this time represented the Fierce Tiger Regiment. The only person who could make the Fierce Tigers proud was the person lying on the bed-Zeng Jianfei. He was full of stamina, flexible in battle tactics, and his marksmanship was like a spear. No matter how you trained him, he was like a beast that never tired. Sometimes they were exhausted, but he was still as energetic as a fighting beast.

Unknowingly, the sun rose above the treetops, and the soldiers who had gone out for training returned chattering. Seeing the serious faces of the class monitor and Old Eagle, no one dared to speak loudly in the Razor Sharp Class. They were afraid that if they said something wrong, it would make them feel even more depressed. Everyone knew that the three of them were representing the Ferocious Tiger Regiment to participate in the competition. The competition was a sacred thing, and it was related to the reputation and prestige of a team.

All of them were quietly busy with their own matters. The class monitor and Old Eagle also began to pack their luggage. After packing his luggage, the class monitor called Zeng Jianfei to get up and pack his luggage.

Zeng Jianfei jumped out of bed in fright when he heard the class monitor's call. He looked at his comrades, who were starting to tidy up the house, and the class monitor and Old Eagle's packed backpacks. He cursed in his heart. How could he sleep so soundly that he forgot to get up? However, when he saw that the class monitor did not blame him, he felt a little more at ease. Of course, he couldn't be blamed for this. He could only blame the class monitor for drinking beer non-stop last night, causing him to be unable to get up in the morning.

He couldn't care less. He didn't even bother to wash up and started to pack his backpack.

After packing his backpack, the dinner whistle sounded.

After breakfast, the team's car arrived. The regiment commander and staff officer had personally come to send them off. On the field of the Ferocious Tiger Regiment, the entire regiment's soldiers were sending them off. Their comrades 'gazes were fixed on them, as if they had thousands of words to say.

At some point, banners had been hung up in the barracks of the Fierce Tiger Regiment, with colorful flags fluttering in the air. Bright flags were fluttering in front of the glorious companies. Every company had a glorious history. Every flag was condensed with the blood of their predecessors, which made the flag look so bright. Standing under the bright red flag, everyone wanted to add color to it. If anyone dared to tarnish this flag, the entire company would not agree.

The warriors went out to win glory for the regiment. The sharp knives were unsheathed and returned triumphantly.

Looking at the banner hanging on the field, Zeng Jianfei felt extremely heavy. He was afraid that he would disappoint his comrades. Facing the sunlight shining down from the sky, Zeng Jianfei kept saying in his heart, I will definitely repay my comrades 'enthusiasm with the best results.

Looking at the soldiers who were ready for battle, the regiment commander who was standing in the middle of the entire regiment spoke into the microphone.

"Warrior, please make an example."

After hearing the regiment commander's words, the class leader of the Razor Sharp Squad gave the order, and three soldiers walked out of the company in an orderly manner.

"Attention, look right."

"Count off."

"One..."

"Two…"

"Three…"

After the count, the squad leader ran out and saluted the regiment commander. "Reporting to regiment commander, only three members of the Fierce Tiger Regiment have arrived for the Scout Competition.”

The regiment commander returned the greeting and instructed. "We can go out."

The class monitor ran back to his seat and gave the order again. "Turn right and run."

With a crisp " pa " sound, a sonorous and forceful running sound was heard as they ran towards a military vehicle.

With a thud, the three of them arrived in front of the car. Everything was perfect and impeccable. With a crisp bang, the three of them were already standing firmly on the carriage of the military vehicle.

The regiment commander shouted and saluted the warriors. With a loud bang, all the soldiers of the Fierce Tiger Regiment saluted them. It was an incomparably sacred military salute, a kind of silent responsibility. The dark clouds could block the sunlight. The neat squads were like carved sand sculptures, solemn, sacred, and emitting light.

"Return the favor."

The squad leader gave the order, and Zeng Jianfei, Old Eagle, and the squad leader immediately returned a military salute to the entire Ferocious Tiger Regiment. The military salute lasted until they could no longer see each other.。。。

Sitting on the road to the National Scout Tournament, they felt extremely heavy because they knew the unspeakable responsibility on their shoulders.

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