The next day, at nine o'clock sharp.
The weather was good, and large white clouds floated above warehouse 611, reducing the heat.
A military truck covered in green canvas drove into the warehouse.
At the entrance of the dormitory.
The soldiers of Squad 6, led by Li Zhendong, each carried a heavy military backpack and lined up neatly.
Beside them.
The Blood Wolf Assault Team, led by Hong Ming, also lined up neatly.
The car arrived.
The driver was a veteran with the rank of a corporal. He came down and saluted Hong Ming.
He signaled for Li Zhendong and the rest to board the car.
After getting into the car and sitting down.
The six of them looked at the dormitory building, the dozen or so warehouses, and the vegetable field not far away.
"This place will be taken over by our Wolf King Special Forces. You can leave without worry. In the future, we will definitely meet again.”
Hong Ming stood behind the car and said to the six people in the car.
His gaze lingered on Han Xiao for a while.
Yesterday, he heard Han Xiao telling Tong Weiguo that he had defeated two Bajiquan experts by himself.
Whether he was an expert or not, he would not talk about it for now.
Hong Ming had a feeling that Han Xiao was worthy of his attention.
He had always been a good judge of character.
"Thank you. Class 6, salute!"
Li Zhendong shouted.
In the car, the six of them stood up and saluted.
Hong Ming also shouted,"
"Sanguine Wolf, salute!"
Rustle!
The uniform sound of sleeves flapping could be heard from the dozen or so special forces members behind Hong Ming.
The two teams saluted each other.
Then, the car started and drove Class 6 away.
In the carriage, Li Zhendong and his comrades were excited and looking forward to the new journey.
Han Xiao kept looking in the direction of the warehouse until the entire warehouse gradually became smaller.
Today, he finally left this place that had accompanied him for more than a year.
In his mind, he was looking forward to what the new company would be like.
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Southeastern Division 7, Flying Tiger Division, 3rd Regiment, 4th Company.
In the company commander's office.
A middle-aged man was pacing back and forth in the office with his hands on his hips.
Wang Guoliang, 30 years old, graduated from the Northwest Military Academy, 11 years of military service, rank of captain.
He had a well-proportioned body and a naturally dark-faced face. He was the kind that did not like anyone.
In addition, there was a three-centimeter scar on his right cheek, adding a hint of bandit aura to him.
"No! I still have to apply for it from the Guild Leader! How can you transfer six burdens to me! Isn't this bullsh * t!"
Wang Guoliang suddenly stood up and said with a constipated expression.
In the office.
Two dark red desks were placed together, with a computer facing each other.
On the side of the window.
A slightly plump soldier wearing glasses called He Jiadong.
He was the instructor of the 4th Company, a captain.
"Old Wang, how many times have you been to the regiment headquarters since you received the notice yesterday? How many times had he reported it? Was it useful?”
He Jiadong put down the documents in his hand and tried to dissuade him.
Wang Guoliang strode in front of He Jiadong. With one hand on his waist, he pointed out the window and said angrily,"That's still better than waiting to take over these six hot potatoes!”
"Our 4th Company just suffered a loss in the group competition some time ago, and our morale has yet to recover. Now, he directly threw six burdens at me.”
Wang Guoliang's saliva had already sprayed onto He Jiadong's face.
He Jiadong seemed to have gotten used to it and wiped his face with one hand.
He found a piece of cloth for his glasses and wiped them while asking calmly,
"It can't be, right? Even the soldiers in the farm had to undergo shooting and physical training every week. No matter what, it can't be as unbearable as you say, right?”
Wang Guoliang sneered.
He pointed his index finger in front of He Jiadong's eyes and hesitated several times.
In the end, he organized his words and said,"Let me put it this way. If they really are soldiers who are watching the farm, I, Old Wang, will accept it!”
He Jiadong was slightly stunned.
In the army, was there anyone whose level was lower than that of a farm-watching soldier?
"Then who are they?" He Jiadong put on his glasses and asked.
Wang Guoliang saw that his instructor was finally on his guard. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled."They are the warehouse guards who have been neglected by the army for more than a year.”
"For more than a year, we lived without military expenses, without supplies, and without a superior.”
"Tell me, in such an environment, it would be strange if they weren't crippled!”
"What?!" He Jiadong was shocked.
Wang Guoliang spread out his hands and said,"Look! You can't accept it either, right?"
"Come, come, your writing is good. Hurry up and write a report to the regiment commander. Tell him that the 4th Company is currently undergoing intensive training and is unable to accept these six masters.”
As soon as Wang Guoliang finished speaking.
The sound of a truck engine could be heard outside the window.
When Wang Guoliang saw it from the window of the administrative building, he recognized it at a glance. It was the car that the regiment had sent to pick up the six soldiers in the morning.
"Speak of the devil." Wang Guoliang muttered.
He Jiadong stood up and looked out of the window without saying a word.
"Old Wang, leave them behind!"
"What is it? Old He, are you crazy?"
"Stay?"
"Then do we still want our ranking and our model company?”
The kingdom questioned angrily.
He Jiadong suddenly turned his head and shouted,"Old Wang, you're muddle-headed!"
Wang Guoliang was stunned. How was he confused?
He Jiadong came to his table and looked straight into his eyes. He asked,"Where is 611?"
"I'm not sure either." Wang Guoliang frowned and said. But I heard that the security there is very high. I asked around, but even the battalion commander doesn't know.”
He Jiadong: " Then think about it. They are a class, and they have held on until now without any support or management. What kind of quality is that?"”
"Come, tell me! Can you do it?"
He Jiadong questioned angrily.
There was only one thought in his mind now. No matter how good the results of the soldiers in that class were in all aspects, just the years they held on was enough to earn the respect of anyone.
Not only did he want them to stay, but he also wanted to publish their deeds in the military newspaper.
The Guardian's Contribution.
"Old Wang, I don't agree to this. Even if they really don't have a foundation, I still want to keep them.”
"Let me tell you, don't look down on them. I don't believe that warriors of such quality can't become the vanguard.”
"Didn't you always say that I don't know how to train? Then I'll take over this class.”
He Jiadong walked out of the office.
Wang Guoliang stood rooted to the ground in a daze. Gradually, a hint of shame appeared on his face.
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