This was Fu Ping'an's first time acting alone. He had been to Dongdao City to sweep the snow before and remembered the location of an Internet cafe. He walked towards the direction he remembered, but found that Luo Jin had been in front of him. He was afraid that Luo Jin would be suspected to be stalked whenever Luo Jin turned around and saw him, so he stopped and stood there for a while and continued moving forward.

In the Internet cafe, Fu Ping'an was like returning to his spiritual home. He first went to QQ to check the messages, but was disappointed to find that basically no one left a message to him. The high school classmate group was as deserted as a cemetery. He had to do serious work and help Commander Xiong check the information. As he checked, he became fascinated. He was immersed in the online world and could not extricate himself. He also played games for a while and savored the happiness of his student days. He inadvertently looked at the lower right corner of the screen before he woke up. He was a soldier now and time did not belong to him.

Fu Ping'an hurriedly got off the plane and settled the bill and walked out. As soon as he left the Internet cafe, he saw a familiar tall figure and met Luo Jin again. This was probably fate. He saluted again. This time, Luo Jin did not ignore him, but stopped and asked, "Which company are you from?"

"Report, I am from the official class of the Police Connection, my name is Fu Ping'an." Fu Ping'an was a little excited. Luo Jin's voice sounded very nice, without any accent in Mandarin, but cold and without any emotional color.

Luo Jin looked at Fu Ping'an and did not express any expression of this name. Maybe she was not interested in the soldier king of the recruit company, or she had never heard of Fu Ping'an at all. After all, she was a cadre or a female cadre.

"Don't follow me." Luo Jin said coldly, and Fu Ping'an's face turned red on the spot. He had no way to explain, and the other party didn't give him a chance to explain. He went there proudly, like a proud giraffe.

Fu Ping'an thought about it. Luo Jin shouldn't be so sensitive for no reason. I guess some people are entangled like candy and have made her fucked. They are just being caught in the gun. I will explain it later if I have the chance.

When he returned to the general's mansion, Aunt Tian was already at home. She scolded Fu Ping'an and asked him why he ran out secretly and left the old commander alone at home.

"What should I do if something happens? There is not even a person around me! Can you afford it?" Aunt Tian cursed people harshly, which is a way similar to the teachings of the junior high school director. Fu Ping'an has been scolded since he was a child, scolded by teachers at school, Fu Dongmei at home, and even more used to scolding in the recruit company. When being scolded, he straightened his back and did not make excuses. It doesn't matter at all. Being scolded is better than running around on the playground.

After Aunt Tian scolded her, Fu Ping'an reported the results of the search online to Commander Xiong. He checked the origins of the three Japanese knives. One of them was named Xingya Yixin. It was a saber made by the South Manchuria Railway Corporation, which occupied the northeast in 1939, using local steel smelting from Northeast China. It is called the Manchuria Iron Knife, which is better than the saberries produced in Japan. Another is the 32-type cavalry knife. The People's Liberation Army's 65 cavalry knife is borrowed from this. It is nothing to say about the main road goods. The third one is the general's sword. At that time, many senior invaders used ancient sword strips from their family and were used with saber gear. This ancient sword is a cultural relic and can be sold at a sky-high price when it was obtained in Japan.

Commander Xiong was very happy. He had been collecting it for many years but could not tell whether he was ugly or ugly. He only knew the difference between sabers and horses. The orderly soldiers mentioned a set of things on the Internet. It seems that this "net" is really a good thing.

"Can I access the Internet at home? Ask the logistics department to pull the Internet cable for me and buy a computer." Commander Xiong said, "I want to learn computers, learn the Wubi font, write memoirs, and learn scripts."

Fu Ping'an smiled happily. The old commander's computer was not his own use.

...

In the evening, Fu Ping'an returned to the dormitory to rest. The dormitory of the official squad was very spacious, with only three people sleeping in four rooms. In addition to the squad leader Cheng Guocai, there was also a Bing named Gong Chen, who was a civil servant with the Chief of Staff.

Gong Chen is an extroverted and carefree soldier. Fu Ping'an thinks he gets along better than the squad leader. The squad leader is too stable, not like a brother, but like a parent.

Before the lights were turned off, Cheng Guocai studied hard with his tutoring book. This year he planned to take the military academy, and he could be promoted if he entered the military academy and carry the officer's ejection. This is also the ideal of most soldiers, but not including Gong Chen.

"I gave up on myself. It would be great to be a soldier, and it would not delay me from being a military flower." Gong Chen was lying on the bed and was full of excitement.

"You said, who is the first military flower in the garrison area?" Fu Ping'an asked him deliberately.

"If you talk about this, I won't be sleepy." Gong Chen said, "You can tell your answer first."

"It goes without saying that of course it is Luo Jin from the Communications Company." Fu Ping'an said.

"No, no, no, Luo Jin is good, but he is too cold and destined to be out of reach with you and me. Not to mention you and me, even the bachelors of the garrison area are not a good idea. They just come to the base layer to gilt, and they will be transferred to the military area soon. If you don't believe it, let's make a bet."

"I believe that her uncle is not a general? Of course, if you have this resource, why are you off topic? Who is your military flower?"

"I want me to tell you that Liu Xiaona from the Communications Company is the number one beauty." Gong Chenfu thought a lot, "I am a soldier with you for one year. The 18-year-old soldier is so pure and sweet. I heard that her family is in business and spoiled. Her parents specially sent her daughter to the army for training. After two years of military service, they left. They don't care about anything. This is our brother's dish. Luo Jin's uncle is Luo Kegong, and he is the deputy commander of the military region and a powerful faction. So, let's just take a look, don't be worried."

Fu Ping'an couldn't retrieve the name Liu Xiaona in his mind, and there were no female soldiers in the recruits.

Gong Chen said: "The female soldiers will not train with you, they will train separately. The communication company's base is Xixiaolou, which is the three-story beige building on the west side of the playground. The male soldiers will not let them in. If I have the ability to invisible, I will touch it now..."

Cheng Guocai frowned: "Gong Chen, it's enough, the more he talks, the more he becomes less and less sensible."

Gong Chen said: "What's wrong, have you said what you think?"

Cheng Guocai said: "The female soldier is our sister. Do you want your sister to be fantasized by others like this? Don't you feel disgusted?"

Gong Chen said: "Okay, okay, you are the most correct, you are the greatest, I won't say it anymore, sleep."

The melodious lights rang out, and the lights in the room went out, but Cheng Guocai continued to read books with a flashlight.

Fu Ping'an thought of Luo Jin in his mind, unable to sleep. Gong Chen seemed to see through his thoughts and whispered: "Can't stand it anymore. I'll take you to a fun place when you look back."

"Where? Internet cafe?" In Fu Ping'an's mind, the most fun place is Internet cafe.

Gong Chen sneered: "The Internet cafe is a place for children to play. Didn't you notice where there are on both sides of the gate of the garrison area?"

Fu Ping'an said: "It seems that they are all military stores, selling fake products such as counterfeit kettle belts and telescopes."

Gong Chen said: "Go away."

"Then I didn't pay attention."

"There is a place where the little red light is hung."

Cheng Guocai coughed: "It's too much."

"Okay, go to bed." Gong Chen stopped talking, turned over, and snored loudly for a while.

...

The logistics department of the retiring house was very efficient. The next day, he equipped Commander Xiong with a computer. Although it was an old computer, typing was basically enough. Fu Ping'an bought another microphone, installed a recording software, and helped the Commander organize his memoirs.

It was once very popular for the old revolutionary to write memoirs. Usually he told me orally and asked someone to write it on his own. Commander Xiong also did the same, but he was not looking for a pen in the military region, but his own orderly soldiers. Commander Xiong was very excited about this. He had used no less than a hundred orderly soldiers throughout his life, but it was the first time that he could use orderly soldiers who could use computers after graduating from high school.

"You can be an adjutant before liberation." Xiong Taihang praised his orderly soldier like this. The old commander had been injured in his leg and had a wind in his brain. He was not very straightforward. He walked in the study with a crutch and was walking, telling his revolutionary experience. His narrative was nonlinear, and his thinking jumped quite a lot. He jumped directly from the War of Resistance Against Japan to the War of Resistance Against U.S. A minute ago, he also had a Vietnamese comrade and brothers. He turned around and fought back and blasted the telephone poles in northern Vietnam.

Fu Ping'an was very satisfied with listening. The oral history of the old general was completely different from the revolutionary novels he had read since childhood. It was original, cruel and bloody, and had a natural and unmodified wild beauty.

The cultivation of an iron-blooded soldier has to go through eighty-one difficulties. Xiong Taihang has shown his strength since he was a child. At the age of ten, he was a sheep-herding baby for the landlord. One day he was beaten by the landlord. In anger, he killed the sheep and ate meat and fought against the Japanese. His uncle, who was the captain of the brigade, was a legendary figure. He brought two box cannons to the county town and killed seven in and seven out. If it weren't for the traitor betrayed, he would not have sacrificed.

Speaking of seven in and seven out, the old commander gave Fu Ping'an a lecture on how to fight in groups. When one person is against many people, it is best to lean against the wall or comrades-in-arms. Do not expose your back to the enemy, otherwise no matter how strong a tough guy is, he will not be able to withstand the sneak attack behind his head. In addition, if there is no solid support, you must keep moving and not get caught in the siege. No matter how many enemies there are, only a few can snuggle up to you.

"It also includes shooting." Xiong Taihang gestured to shoot with a pistol. "Now those trainings are nonsense. They pinch their waists with one hand and hold a May Fourth Movement. Some people like to hang a kettle on the gun, and there is sand in the kettle. Nonsense! When fighting, the enemy will not stand there to aim for you, especially when they disguise the reconnaissance and engage in a raid war. When they encounter an enemy's detective team, they are so close to their chests. What are they leaning on at this time? You guys say."

Fu Ping'an thought for a while and said, "By pulling out the gun faster than others."

Commander Xiong said: "You are nonsense, you're stupid when watching American movies. Drawing the gun quickly is one aspect. Otherwise, our armed forces would not have sawed off the sight of the box gun, nor would they have put the gun on the belt with the nose wide open. This is all for the purpose of quickly shooting the gun, but more importantly, here!"

The old commander pointed at his heart: "Be steady, don't panic, otherwise even if the enemy runs, no matter how fast you shoot, it will be useless if you don't shoot it accurately. Little devil, take out the gun and I'll demonstrate it to you."

Fu Ping'an invited the 20-shot box cannon in Spain. Xiong Taihang held the gun in his hand, his tiger's eyes widened, and a sharp momentum spread. His gun posture was very special. He did not raise the gun straight like in American films, but stuck at his waist and flipped the gun.

"It's stuck here. The enemy wants to kick your gun, but it can't kick it. The box cannon must be turned over and shot, one by one, one by one, one by one, sweep across." Xiong Taihang said, "You have to walk around when you shoot, and you can't hit you."
Chapter completed!