Cheng Cheng could easily see through Gan Xiaoning's fear and weakness after entering Class 3.
Am I that scary?
He was so terrified.
It's either rape or theft.
Did he say bad things about me behind my back?
First of all, he did not dare to say anything bad.
Therefore, he should be secretly stepping on me and crazily praising himself.
Yo, Ah Gan's got guts.
He came to a conclusion in a fraction of a second.
Chengcai decided to let Agan continue to sink into hell and live in the horrible memories of the training team being dominated by him.
The military life was so lonely, so he deliberately smiled at Ah Gan silently.
Hell was empty, and evil spirits were in the human world.
Gan Xiaoning's legs went soft and she almost collapsed.
The demons knew!
That's right.
He and Xu Sanduo were good friends.
He also had comrades in Class 7.
Will he use me to establish his authority?
It was terrifying.
I really have a bad mouth. Really, why is my mouth so bad?
If it weren't for Chang Gaocheng, Gan Xiaoning really wanted to…
Cheng Cai continued to observe the others.
He was very pleased that the three idiots had completed their first transformation.
He looked like a class monitor.
Deputy Wu was indeed an armor-piercing bullet. His eyes were filled with pride and eagerness. White iron sheet, shiny leather shoes, as expected of a hardworking shoeshine expert.
After a round of analysis, he had a basic understanding of class three's situation.
On the other side, Gao Cheng looked down on Xu Sanduo.
He ordered coldly.
"Third Squad Leader, the students assigned by the T division will be in your third class from now on. There is also Platoon Leader Cheng, acting platoon leader of Steel Seventh Company.”
"Ma Xiaoshuai."
"Here!"
"This is the third class monitor."
"Yes, sir!"
Ma Xiaoshuai was young, energetic and naive.
He took a step forward with a bright face and raised his hand in salute.
"Hello everyone, class monitor, I am Ma Xiaoshuai, I just graduated from military school this year, I have many shortcomings, please help me in the future.”
Xu Sanduo was still surprised to become a platoon leader...
"Third class monitor."
Hong Xingguo interrupted his thoughts.
Xu Sanduo reacted and hesitated for a moment.
"Ma Xiaoshuai, right?”
Ma Xiaoshuai excitedly put down his luggage.
Gao Cheng and Hong Xingguo turned around and left. Before they left, Hong Xingguo patted Cheng Cai's shoulder and said meaningfully,""It's good that you're back. Let's go home."
Cheng Cai saluted Hong Xingguo,"Thank you, instructor."”
Gao Cheng, on the other hand, turned a blind eye to him. A few days ago, Cheng Cheng was carrying out a secret mission. At that time, Gao Cheng had decided to forgive him completely. Of course, the forgiveness was the kind of forgiveness that would mean that they would go their separate ways.
Why did he return to Steel Seven Company? This made the tsundere very angry.
He was very angry and didn't want to talk to Cheng Cai.
Gao Cheng left in an aggressive manner. The sacred war in his heart was becoming more and more urgent. In fact, Chengcai's transfer order was rather strange. So, the traitor was preparing to take over the Steel Seventh Company?
Were they going to advance on top of the fallen bodies of Steel Seven Company?
After the two officials left, Gan Xiaoning, who had been holding back for a long time, rushed up and held Cheng Cheng's hand excitedly. She said emotionally,"Platoon leader, look at you. You've lost weight.”
F * ck!
Grudge!
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
Gan Xiaoning couldn't care less about the secular gaze and took the initiative to carry Cheng Cheng's luggage to her own bunk.
"Platoon leader, you can stay in my lower bunk. Quick, you, bring a chair for the platoon leader. White iron sheet, what are you doing? Don't you recognize our amiable and respectable platoon leader? Get me a glass of water."
With that, he carried Bai Tiejun's blanket away.
The dramatic scene was a little shocking.
Bai Tiejun felt that this was the first time he had met Ah Gan in two years.
Oh my god, is this still the cynical Ah Gan?
By the way, why are you carrying my blanket, Ah Gan?
"Line up."
Xu Sanduo was a little timid.
This kind of timidity was different from Lieutenant Ding Cha.
He looked like a coward.
"What's wrong, Third Fool? You don't know me?”
Xu Sanduo smiled with relief, revealing his white teeth.
"I'll write to my dad tonight and tell him that you're going to be promoted. When my dad tells your dad, he'll be very happy. There was also a first-class merit. What would a first-class merit medal look like? I haven't even seen it before."
Cheng Cai was speechless. This brat wanted to anger his father to death?
He patted Xu Sanduo on the shoulder.
"Sanduo, you're the class monitor now. You should be more careful.”
"Aren't you afraid that your father will get sick from anger if you keep writing to tell him how outstanding I am?”
Xu Sanduo was puzzled.
"Why are you angry?"
"Because you are too stupid!"
Lower Banyan Tree's fellow villager, Wu Liuyi, interrupted resentfully.
Xu Sanduo looked at Wu Liuyi in surprise. Usually, Wu Liuyi would not talk nonsense with him outside of work.
Xu Sanduo was a little overwhelmed by the sudden opening of his mouth.
"Liu Yi, how am I stupid?"
561 choked. How was he supposed to explain his mentality to a block of wood?
Ma Xiao Shuai quietly pulled a soldier.
"The relationship between the vice-president and the class monitor seems so strange.”
......
One of the last acts of stubbornness of Steel Seven Company, Ma Xiaoshuai's company entrance ceremony.
Gao Cheng almost lost control of his voice as he screamed.
"Remember! Raise your head! Even if the bullet was aimed at his chest. He had to stand up straight! Remember this!"
Murderous aura. Cheng Cai was shocked to feel a trace of murderous aura from Gao Cheng.
A military officer who had never stepped onto the battlefield had found his soul in Steel Seventh Company.
Fifty-seven years of history, three times, the fallen soldiers came back to life on Gao Cheng.
I'll die for my country on the battlefield. Why do I have to come back with my body wrapped in a horse's leather?
Ma Xiaoshuai's chest was heaving up and down, the veins on his neck were bulging, and his eyes were wide open with anger.
"Yes, sir!"
Xu Sanduo and Wu Liuyi stepped forward at the same time.
"Ma Xiaoshuai."
"Here!" An angry roar.
"How many soldiers are there in Steel Seventh Company?"
"In the fifty-seventh year of the Steel Seventh Company, a total of five thousand soldiers became its members.”
"Ma Xiaoshuai."
"Here!"
"How many soldiers are you in Steel Seventh Company?”
Ma Xiaoshuai's voice gradually faded in Cheng Cai's ears.
Witnessing the ceremony.
He suddenly understood a little about the resistance of Gang Qi Lian and the battle of Gao Cheng.
The Seven Steel Successions was actually a reflection of the great country's epic.
Generations after generations of "Steel Seven Company" spirit defended the dignity of Chinese civilization.
In the past 5,000 years, who has written history books? What is a great country?
Look at the Yellow River flowing eastward, brilliant China, there is a river to drink horses, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger. There is a black goose high in the moon, heavy snow covered the bow knife, Shan Yu fled at night. There is the spirit of a champion, Yuan Jia is careless, Feng Lang Juxu, won in a panic North. An old soldier wept blood and drove a long chariot to break through the gap of Helan Mountain. If there is a wind blowing duckweed, the land of China will sink again, drive away the Tartar Krupp, return to China, do not marry, do not cede land, do not pay compensation, the king will die for the country, the emperor will guard the gate. There are people who kill enemies, close combat in narrow alleys, killing people like grass without hearing. A general went north to carry a coffin and died. If it was for the sake of the country's life and death, how could he avoid it because of misfortune? The sun and moon are bright, and the history is stained with blood. How many heroes have lived up to their heads? If they die for the country today, they will die today. They only regret not dying, leaving only seven feet of their bodies.
China, China, did the golden age ever get what they wanted?
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