President Putin is the national idol of the Russians, and the airborne soldiers regard him as their most beloved person. When he heard that the president was coming, the students ironed their military uniforms straight, polished their military boots shiny, and wiped the medals and medals. Fu Ping'an didn't have so many chapters to hang. He only had a paratrooper badge. That was the qualification seal I received after the first time parachuting. His first-class hero and model medal had already been buried on the 374 Island with his comrades.

In the early morning, the airborne cadets got up, put on blue and white sea soul shirts, covered in dark blue airborne uniforms, wore sky blue berets, white ribbons on the right shoulder, and various badges on the left chest, and lined up on the playground in May.

The first one was the airborne general Vladimir Shamanov, who was known as the Chechen butcher, and General Shoigu, the Minister of Defense. Suddenly there were many black large-displacement off-road vehicles and security agents wearing black suits and sunglasses in the school. Everyone was looking forward to it. The roar of the engine came from the horizon. The president came in person with a helicopter. The helicopter fell on the playground. The president got off the plane, and his suit and tied. The wind from the rotor raised his trousers and rustled heroically.

The airborne soldiers' hearts were turbulent. Russia was so big that not everyone had the opportunity to meet the president himself. Perhaps one of them could get the president's personal reception or even shake hands and take a photo alone today.

The military parade was as usual. Before the beginning, Fu Ping'an was suddenly arranged by Lieutenant Colonel Leonov as the vanguard in the first place in the queue. This was a very revealing position. I don't know why the instructor did this and there was no time to think about it. The queue began, and the airborne soldiers walked in the music of "Russia, Our Holy Motherland" with a rainbow of momentum and looked down on the world.

The parade was attended by all the students in the school for half an hour, and the focus was on the special class. Unexpectedly, Putin shook hands with each of them. When he arrived in front of Fu Ping'an, he stopped and looked at this standard Asian face curiously. Without him turning back, General Shamanov explained that this was a Chinese exchange student and a fighting hero.

"What have you done?" Putin asked. He was so close to Fu Ping'an that he could see every fold on his face. The president asked casually, and Fu Ping'an answered very standard: "Report to the President, military secrets!"

Putin raised his eyebrows and was about to say something. General Shamanov came over and whispered something. Anyone who is close can hear words about seals, Americans, annihilation wars. The Russian intelligence system has always been awesome. Fu Ping'an's great achievements on the 374 Island are no secret to them.

"You are really a hero." Putin stretched out his hand and shook hands with Fu Ping'an, which took him much longer than others. "Given your record, what do I need to reward you?" He turned around and blinked at General Shamanov and General Shoigu. Both generals shrugged and spread their hands, indicating that they were not prepared.

Putin took off the watch on his left wrist and wore it on Fu Ping'an's hand himself.

Fu Ping'an could feel the hot and envious gazes around him. He straightened his back and shouted: "Спаси6о    тоbариwу    Путину    !"

"Are you not going to stay here after graduation?" Putin asked.

Fu Ping'an thought flashed and quickly replied: "I want to go to Fu Longzhi."

Putin smiled and turned around and said to Shoigu: "Arrange." Then he continued the next handshake.

Subsequently, Putin and the entire special forces team took a photo, ended the ceremony, and returned to Moscow by car.

It was not until the end that Fu Ping'an looked at the watch given to him by the Russian President. This was a formal watch with a black dial. The trademark on the dial was blancpain.

Ivan's big head stretched over: "Paul, sell it to me, I'll give you five hundred dollars."

Fu Ping'an slapped his backhand, Paul was his Russian name. After the last drowning incident, the two of them didn't know each other and joined forces to fight with classmates in the regular class. Ivan also told him a secret why Leonov didn't like the Chinese? It was because the lieutenant colonel's uncle died on Zhenbao Island and was shot dead by the Chinese.

The special battle squad was over. Everyone drank a lot of vodka that night and had a party all night. The next day they went their separate ways. The classmates returned to the old army, while Fu Ping'an returned to Moscow. The life philosophy he firmly believed in and followed was to get up from wherever he fell. Fu Longzhi must go back.

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Fu Ping'an sorted out the luggage he brought from China, gave it to others, and discarded it. He only took a small suitcase to embark on his way back to Moscow. It was still a train and a subway. The difference from when he came was that he was wearing the uniform of the Russian airborne troops now.

It was the weekend. According to Fu Ping'an's understanding of Russians, no one would receive him when he arrived at school today. He needed to find a hotel to stay for a night. He took the map and took a few circles on the subway. He came out of the subway entrance and found that he had made a mistake. This was not an ordinary hotel, but a luxury five-star hotel. I was afraid that the price could not be afforded. Fu Ping'an continued to walk forward. It was almost dusk and three people came towards him. He was a well-dressed Asian man holding two big Russian girls with hot figures.

This kind of scene is not uncommon. Moscow is an international metropolis and Russia is a multi-ethnic country. It is normal for Asians to pick up white girls. As long as they have money, there is nothing they can't do. However, the figures of the two girls are too annoying. Fu Ping'an, who had been squatting in the military academy for four months, couldn't help but take a look. The Asian man's vicious eyes swept over, as if warning him not to look at what he shouldn't.

Fu Ping'an withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward. Before he took a few steps, he heard the screams of a woman behind him. Looking back, the boy met four burly men wearing black leather clothes and shaved bald heads. This was a Russian bald head party, who was not able to get along with Asians. The Russian gangsters didn't like to sniff, so they started fighting.

Whether it was true? Fu Ping'an hesitated for a second, he decided to take action. He didn't think that there were too many people bullying fewer people, and there was no unnecessary nonsense. After the symbolic drink, the bald party not only did not restrain himself, but on the contrary became even more rampant, calling Fu Ping'an a damn Tatar, so a fight began.

Fighting in Russia is different from that in China. The skinheads are brave and fierce, burly, and have rich practical experience. Unfortunately, they met special forces soldiers who just came out of the Liangzan Airborne School. The fighting skills that have been trained for thousands of times are not for nothing. Fu Ping'an's suitcase was made of aluminum alloy, and it happened to be used as a weapon to smash people. After fighting each other for a few minutes, the skinheads couldn't bear it and pulled out the Finnish jump knife from his waist.

Fu Ping'an shook open his suitcase, his clothes were scattered on the ground, but there was a TT33 pistol in his hand. The bald parties were tactful, raised their hands and took a few steps back, and then ran away in scatter.

The Asian man got up from the ground and walked towards Fu Ping'an, saying in English: "Thank you, thank you." As he said that, he took out a small notebook and a signature pen, wrote a piece of paper and teared it to him. This was a cash check, and the amount filled in was one hundred thousand rubles.

Fu Ping'an didn't accept it. If he exchanged 100,000 rubles into RMB, it would be 20,000 yuan, but he didn't want to take the money. He felt that he wouldn't be proud of taking the money. When he squatted down and packed his clothes, he raised his head again, the Asians had already filled out the second check, the amount was 200,000 rubles.

"You are insulting me, sir." Fu Ping'an put the pistol back into the box. This is an old antique he found from the pile of scraps in the military academy's arsenal. He really experienced World War II hard goods, but they didn't load bullets. Russia couldn't help but have guns, and the train stations were not safe. In addition, he was wearing a military uniform, and no one cared about the gun.

Fu Ping'an left with great satisfaction. In the end, he found a small hotel located in a residential building. In the evening, he changed into casual clothes and took the subway to taste Moscow's food. He walked around in Red Square, came back to rest, woke up, and then went to Fulongzhi to register.

When Hu Dapeng saw Fu Ping'an, wearing Russian airborne uniforms, returned to Fu Longzhi, he couldn't believe his eyes. This kid was really a soldier material and could do well in the Russians' territory.

Fu Ping'an was also very happy to be able to gather with his compatriots again, but they were not in the same class. Hu Dapeng and others were specialized in Chinese classes and studied combat command of synthetic arms. Fu Ping'an was assigned to the international strategic training class, which is also a short-term class and is facing graduation in two months.

The accommodation conditions for the international class are very good. Two people have a room with separate bathrooms. Fu Ping'an assigned a dormitory, but his roommate was not there and there was no sign of living in it.

During lunch at the canteen, Fu Ping'an, Hu Dapeng, Jiang Guangzhi and others sat at a table and said that they had entered the international strategic training class. Hu Dapeng smiled and said, "That is the loosest class, just like herding sheep, commonly known as the gilded class. The students are the heirs of dictators from Asia, Africa and Latin America, princes, chiefs, warlords and young marshals, etc. Gaddafi's son is your senior. These people have poor classroom discipline and know how to find women when drinking. The school is not, but they also turn a blind eye to your class. You can upgrade from hell to heaven at once."

Fu Ping'an got a Russian Army uniform and wore a student's epaulette. He was the only student in the strategic training class who must be in every class. The others fished for three days and had two days to dry the net. They were purely here to get acquainted with qualifications. The school cooperated with them very well. The course arrangement was absolutely relaxed and was all basic knowledge at the pediatric level. For Fu Ping'an, who had experienced the college entrance examination, it was all a bonus question.

Fu Longzhi has more female students than Liang Zan and often hold dance parties. Fu Ping'an used these two months to not only learn how to dance waltz, but also learn piano and accordion, and can sing seven or eight Russian songs. He immersed himself in the library every day and finally realized the feeling of studying abroad.

On the day of the exam, Fu Ping'an finally met all the classmates, with black, white, brown and yellow skin. The old one was over fifty years old and the young one was 20 years old. When facing the test paper, they scratched their ears and faced with the test paper, and they were in great pain. There was also a student who was late. When they sat next to Fu Ping'an, the two looked at each other and recognized each other.

This kid is an Asian who likes to write checks. After he wrote his name on the test paper, he could no longer write.

Faced with such a roomful of students, the invigilator felt embarrassed and walked out quietly. Even so, these guys still couldn't answer it. Even if they stuffed the textbook into their hands, it would be useless, because they couldn't understand Russian at all.
Chapter completed!