In theory, the troops generally set their own rules for smoking.

No smoking indoors, no smoking in the toilet, no smoking in the canteen...

In short, you can't wherever you can see it.

There is another unwritten rule - new recruits are strictly prohibited from smoking!

This was not a strict rule for many new recruits at that time.

After all, the soldiers recruited at that time were still young, and the concept of smoking was at most that was to illuminate one when friends gathered. There were not many people who were really addicted to smoking but couldn't every day.

But for me, who started fighting on the street with a cigarette at the age of fourteen, this rule is really a matter of life!

When I was tiring in training, I might not feel it. But when I had already survived the peak of my training intensity, the addiction to smoking was like a demon that had been hidden for a long time, almost everywhere.

I just wanted to .

Especially when you see others smoking!

For example, the third squad leader of our company.

He is from Hebei, 1.85 meters tall, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. When he took off his clothes when he was taking a shower, his whole body was covered with tendons and various scars, and his absolute masculinity was full of vitality.

Moreover, the third squad leader has a privilege - being able to in the training ground!

This is unimaginable in any army!

On the training ground, even during rest periods, the more strict troops will not allow anyone to sit down and chat together. Basically, it just makes the soldiers who are dizzy to train sway back and forth, moving their legs, feet and arms.

Not to mention lighting a cigarette on the training ground and sucking mist...

But the third squad leader is so extraordinary and awesome!

Every time the whistle sounded during rest, the third squad leader could take off his hat and walk to the training ground with a walk. He did not bother with the company commander or the platoon leader, and without saying a word, he reached out to take cigarettes into the company commander's platoon leader's pocket.

Moreover, the company commanders and platoon leaders were very abusive to the third squad leader, and they would always do some fake actions to cover their pockets with laughter and scolding. When the third squad leader took out cigarettes from his pocket, they would throw the lighter into the third squad leader's arms.

By the way, there is probably another sentence: "You have a little bit of your eyes! If the genin seat comes over, you will quickly pinch it!"

Whenever this is the case, looking at the third squad leader who was smoking a cigarette from a distance is a cruel torture for me!

Finally one day, I couldn't resist the idea of ​​smoking, so I sneaked into the poplar forest next to the company during the break.

Observe everywhere, choose a reasonable terrain, and determine the wind direction...

After a series of preparations such as this were ready, I finally lit a cigarette I had been looking forward to for a long time!

But just as I took a sip, the hot and spicy filled with nicotine was still flowing in my throat, the voice of the third squad leader sounded from above my head: "You hide alone and eat alone? Give me one too!"

God testifies...

People who have never d cigarettes will definitely not experience the pain after being choked by cigarettes.

With my ability to tolerate pain back then, I felt so uncomfortable that I looked for my teeth and burst into tears. I wished I could find a branch on the poplar tree and then hang it on the southeastern branch...

After finally overcame the pain, I looked up and saw that the third squad leader was on a tree next to me, crossing the trunk of the poplar tree with his legs, smiling at me with a slight smile.

Now, my heart was completely cold...

Although it is not a big mistake for the new recruit to , it always means a bit illegal.

As for such violations, each unit has its own tricks.

For example, put a bucket upside down on your head, put the mouth of the bucket on your shoulder, and then light ten cigarettes at once, claiming to be a pleasure to enjoy yourself!

For example, if you take a box of high-quality cigarettes apart, soak a bowl of military large enamel bowls, and drink them all, it is important to make original soup and original food!

For example, a whole box of twenty cigarettes stuffed into your mouth, lit them at one time and ran in the wind, requiring that all the cigarettes burn out after running the 400-meter track, and a face naturally became waxy, and experience the artistic conception of the yellow sand in the desert and the wind and frost rushing towards you...

It's not considered corporal punishment, but it's somewhat of a slander.

I was nervous at the time and didn't know how the third squad leader would arrange for me to clean up my project. However, the third squad leader turned over and jumped from the tree, and took out the cigarette box from my pocket: "How many years have you d?"

"Six or seven years!"

"I'm old? I can't . After you finish all the training, I'll you! I'll in the army, especially if I want to , I have to rely on my ability!"

After saying that, the third squad leader put my cigarette in his pocket, turned his head and left.

I was not punished for smoking secretly...

It was from then on that, while I was training, I also saw some tricks from many veterans!

Those who can cigarettes from the company commander's pocket are all top training players in each company. They may not be able to see it during training, but when it comes to a big competition or know how to fuck, all those who can get the ranking are veterans of this type!

In other words, if you want to be awesome in the army, you have to show your true abilities!

Perhaps it was because I saw too many of these awesome veterans, or perhaps because of the aggressive personality of Hunan people in my blood, after more than a year interval, I could also take cigarettes from the company commander's instructor's pocket in a mess.

Especially on the plateau base, once my brothers cut off cigarettes, they naturally recommended me to go to the tent where the instructor lived, to talk to the leader and exchange ideas. After the communication is over, remember to take the cigarette on the leader's desk back to share with everyone...

So when I was a soldier for two years, every time I walked outside the instructor's tent and shouted a report, there would be a completely identical scene, which could be called a scene at the plateau base that year:

"Report!"

"Come in! Bald man? What's the matter?"

"It's nothing... I just want to report my thoughts to the instructor..."

"Story! Get out!"

With the instructor's loud shout, I would rush out of the instructor's tent in shame like a wild dog that was running out of reins with lightning speed.

In my hand, I naturally held the box or two boxes of cigarettes that the instructor had just thrown over...
Chapter completed!