No one knows that I know that the guns of the second squad in the Camel Camp were all bulletless, and it was so desolate that there was not even a gerbil. Not to mention seeing a figure, looking forward to the stars and the moon, even seeing a sheep lost by the common people, it was just like the villagers in Jiapigou who saw their relatives. The existence of the second squad was more about maintenance, to add popularity to these houses, so as not to be abandoned or if they were broken, it would be like setting up a scarecrow, and it would be like setting up a scarecrow to scare people. The supply trucks were fixed to take supplies every three days, put down supplies, letters and other things needed, take away letters, and occasionally take people on vacation.

But when I came, the car came, the bullets came, and there was a radio station! What does this mean? I guess I was still worried about my safety, just in case there was something, and my comrades could protect me, of course, and also mean to be on guard against me. As an important person as me, I didn’t even dare to be in a confinement in the Military Law Department. If I had any selfish thoughts and wanted to run away, I could shoot me from the back.

Of course, this kind of thinking is a serious crime for me. If someone blurts out and is heard, it will be shot immediately or imprisoned in a small dark room in a military prison until death. It is not a joke. The core members of our group have such an important secret of the country. They must know it in their hearts and must always keep the string of state secrets tightly, otherwise they will not blame others for their death. After thinking about it, I also know that, yes, other members of the second class can occasionally go to the regiment headquarters to find fellow villagers, and I must always stick to the Camel Camp and live and die with the position. Without the orders of the bureau and even higher-level leaders, don't worry about the meaning of leaving this acre of three-point land.

By the way, I heard Yue Zhiqiu make a fool of himself. He was assigned to the second squad for two months. After finally taking leave to the regiment, he couldn't help but hold the tree and felt pain in his nose when he saw a tree. But in short, I just have to remember one thing, just like what Political Commissar Zeng said, don't talk nonsense, don't walk around, stay honestly in the camel camp, don't cause trouble for yourself and your comrades, and it's a huge trouble. Didn't you see that even the radio station has been moved here? This is always keeping in touch with the regiment headquarters. What to contact? Of course, it's just to report my situation, otherwise what else can I do. I thought, in the military intelligence area, the place is a remote place and the no-man's area is quiet, Political Commissar Zeng must have trusted it. Squad leader Zhu is responsible for defending and monitoring me. Maybe there are people with special missions among his comrades, but they can't tell who it is for a while.

Thinking of this, I think of another rumor, that is, fellow villagers, a shot from the back! Oh, this is a bit too far-fetched. Actually, this is the bloody lesson summarized by my comrades when I was fighting in the south. This fellow villagers are not the fellow villagers we talk about, but the Annan people in the war zone. After fighting, the old, young, women and children stayed in the place... Then, the meaning is literal. If many new recruits forget that they are on the battlefield and treat them as fellow villagers, they must be careful that they are waiting for you to leave, and take out an AK47 to shoot you from behind. Unexpectedly, it will become a joke about the relationship between fellow villagers in the disagreement army to prevent the other party from making small reports. This is far from the original meaning of our spreading of this sentence.

After seeing off the people from the regiment headquarters, Squad Leader Zhu took everyone to carry out voluntary labor. What are you doing? Bullets were built in the regiment! Comrade Zhu Gaofei was thinking about taking action immediately, seizing the day, taking the comrades with his guns, shooting down the target, and making some fun and joyful sounds from the Camel Camp. If you want to talk about Zhu Gaofei, Squad Leader Zhu could still speak in a remote place like Squad 2 of the Camel Camp, and he led everyone to maintain the basic standards of the troops.

As for the spirit of aura, everyone who has led the soldiers knows that this TMD is really not easy. He has held everyone's pulse, veterans and new recruits, and can't escape his palms. This decision immediately received unanimous support from the comrades, and even cheered. He was obviously trained by Team Leader Zhu for five kilometers of off-road training, but now he is resurrected, one by one, one by one, and the camel camp lacks everything, but it is not lacking in energy to vent and youth to be put into place.

Someone wants to ask, Camel Camp is in the remote Gobi Desert, a natural ready-made shooting range, and even a gun is enough to use it. Just set up a target wherever you want to fire a gun. Where is the shooting range? Isn’t it easy to find trouble? That’s really not possible. Take the 81 automatic rifle we used for example. The maximum range is 2,000 meters, the effective range is 800 meters, and it is fired towards the endless wilderness. Who knows where the bullet will fly.

Go to a place, it would be fine if you shoot a few shots. As a shooting range, the probability of hitting irrelevant personnel and livestock accidentally entering the shooting range will add up. Even if the probability is small, it is a huge sin. So you must build a wall to block the flying bullets. If you can't drill too deep, it will be useless. By the way, I won't mention that when our soldiers were fighting in the south, they would be inconvenient to the 5 and 6 semi-automatic rifles.

The ready-made Gobi Desert in the Camel Camp avoids the direction of the regiment headquarters and heads towards the depths of the Gobi Desert. Zhu Gaofei may have had a beautiful blueprint in his heart, and is waiting to realize it step by step. He directly pulled us to a place, found a stone as a marker, and then took twelve steps, one step by one meter. This is the basic skill of the old squad leader. He doesn't need a ruler to measure it. The error is within one or two centimeters. He used the shovel in his hand to draw a line on the ground. This is twelve meters. Then everyone divided the work. There were six people in the class, one person, two meters wide, one meter deep, and four cubic meters of earth. He piled them on one side, and took the people to dig, and worked hard one by one.

The land here has been semi-sandered. The little engineer shovel in my hand is not very good at dealing with the sand and soil. After sitting in the machine for a long time, he still exercises less. After digging for a while, he sweats. After digging for a while, he starts to slow down. The sun is coming, and it is sunny! Everyone digging out the general outline of the pit and starts to rest. Li Sanqing, who is good at physical training, put down the shovel and planned to smoke a cigarette. Only Xu Mu, who is still digging tirelessly. Murong Wu's mouth is unforgivable, and he said "Animal!" Everyone laughed, and Zhu Gaofei couldn't help but stand by the pit and lean on the shovel handle, looking at the horizon and the white clouds in the distance, wondering what he was imagining, maybe it was the freshman of the Camel Camp. As an old squad leader, he was also looking forward to the wind and the unshakable Camel Camp to slowly change.

I cleaned up all the work of digging pits, building walls, and corners. It was the third day when a 50-meter standard simple shooting range was built. When I was in the army, I was digging trenches so hard that I couldn't eat. I was still good at digging pits, but I still had blood bubbles on my hands. Looking at the calluses that were about to grow on my palms, I couldn't help but remember that Uncle Liu was not riding again, and the meat was growing in his hair.

The sun and the moon are flying, and the veteran is coming, but the achievements are not built, so it is a sad allusion. By the way, when Xu Mu was digging a hole, he dug out two very beautiful stones. The texture is hard, delicate and smooth, one is flawless, and the other is colorful, very beautiful. Yue Zhiqiu saw it and said, "This is probably jade." When Murong Wu heard that, he hurriedly asked for it and looked at it for a while, and said, "It's worthless to play."

"I just threw it on the ground. Only Xu Mu didn't know how precious the stones were, but he picked it up again. He took it away as a rare thing. I also took it up. Based on my simple knowledge, I could see that there were many good stones in the Gobi Desert, but these two stones were of good quality and should have collection value. It's hard to say whether they are worth it or not. But Xu Mu was also worth it, and he really had a bad luck. Murong Wu was a little unauthorized. Maybe he really didn't see it, but how could you throw other people's things around? It's too rude. What if it hits a child or a flower or a flower plant? All of this was seen by Team Leader Zhu, so he punished Lao Mu to cook for everyone for two days. This guy is very good at cooking. Although his mouth is a little poisonous, his heart is not bad. The guy just played and had fun.

The shooting range has been built, of course, it is about to shoot the target. Everyone has been digging holes these days, but they still owe the guys they need. Fighting towards the sky and hitting the walls. Even if they want to touch the gun, this is not what our regular troops should do. I think no one should do such a waste with guns. Let's set guns in the sky as firecrackers. What if the bullet falls from the sky? Then you have to wear a steel helmet first. What a ridiculous picture. Even militias, guerrillas will not mess with this.

Probably, the chariot in the regiment came over and brought us water, grain, vegetables, canned food, a few target plates and a large stack of target paper. How could it be delivered so timely? The regiment headquarters is not a worm in our stomachs. I thought that Comrade Zhu Gaofei used the radio station distributed in the regiment to report the situation to his superiors every day when he reported the situation to his superiors. The troops did not do this for the radio station assigned to our second squad. Unexpectedly, our squad leader Zhu, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes, also knew that he would use his power to pluck his hair.

Anyway, after I came, the regiment looked up to the second squad, with a layer of affection, a richer supply, and an increase in the number. They came diligently and stayed for a long time. Even the driver who used to look at the sky and didn't care about his comrades, they became kind-hearted. Everyone knows that this is the change I brought to the second squad. I benefited from my glory and were polite to me. Even Murong Wu became more honest in front of me. It was impossible for a situation like "new recruits were in the company, veterans celebrate the New Year" or "new recruits, veterans, and the squad leader and deputy referees". Although life was boring, it was still possible to live.

"In August, snowflakes fall, September, frost comes early, Zhu Rihe's soldiers are fighting each other, armored battalions are fierce, communications are connected... production platoons, guards, and squad 2 of Camel Battalion are worried." This is a rumor made up by Zhu Rihe's soldiers when they are idle, and they have made up all the positions of Zhu Rihe's garrison from good to bad, from top to bottom. Our Camel Battalion second class is on the list, gloriously and arduously, since the birth of this rumor. It has been a long time since the squad leader Zhu Gaofei was able to capture everyone's military appearance and discipline and mental outlook to this point, but he is powerless in terms of combat literacy restricted by hardware conditions, so once he was pulled to the shooting range, he was really helpless.

When they were fighting on live ammunition, although everyone was excited to touch the gun and screaming, I was afraid that something would happen, but soon all of them had their true colors. Except for the old squad leader Zhu Gaofei who had adhered to more than ten years of tactical qualities, relying on this has almost become an instinctive reaction, barely fighting well and struggling to save his face as the squad leader, the others all fought to the sky and failed. As for Xu Mu, his physical fitness is good, no wonder he was sent to the second squad, and he took one shot and was the last one. He was still happy with the gun, which made Zhu Gaofei scream. As for me, of course he was excellent, but he was a little unfair, and because he was not familiar with the geographical and meteorological conditions here, he did not play a better level.

Zhu Gaofei was angry, and the consequences were very serious. He firmly believed that a good gunman was fed with bullets. At night, he would go into the small room and heard the radio station ringing. He had the right not to use it, and it would expire and be invalid. I wondered if he wanted to cry with the group again and ask for more bullets. This man could not get rich all of a sudden. Once he got rich, he would be greedy for the sake of his life.

Hahaha, I am Lin Qianjun, now I am just an ordinary soldier, stationed in the difficult Zhurihe Camel Camp. I am living a good life now, Ada, miss you!
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