Police Chen Shu

"Platoon leader, chat with me."

Zhu Yiba's eyes suddenly dimmed, and a huge figure blocked him. When he looked up, he saw the fat soldier standing in front of him with a smile on his face: "Why are you here if you don't go to bed at night?"

"Oh, it's boring every day if I'm not training, patrolling, or sleeping and working." The fat boss patted his butt politely and sat next to Zhu Yiba.

Zhu Yiba had something on his mind, so he ignored Xiaopang.

However, Xiaopang's character was very familiar. The platoon leader didn't say anything, so he climbed up on his own: "Platoon leader, what are you busy with in your special service platoon? Is it similar to the special forces in the movie? Wearing a deputy Wearing sunglasses, sneaking out of the mountains with steps that don’t recognize your relatives, chirping a few times, and killing those disobedient guys?”

For Zhu Yiba, the combat experience of the special service platoon is a very proud past. If Xiaopang had asked this question at other times, it would have been possible for Zhu Yiba to chat with this little comrade about some non-confidential actions, but at this time, it sounded a bit boring.

"Hmm, I think it should be more majestic than in the movie!" Xiaopang was not discouraged when he saw that the platoon leader didn't say anything. He muttered a few words to himself to ease the embarrassment, "Platoon leader, how do you usually train? Your equipment looks much more handsome than ours."

Zhu Yiba said angrily: "You look handsome, right? I can see your great-grandmother during practice!"

"." Xiaopang showed an expectant expression.

Zhu Yiba couldn't bear it. He remembered the interesting story about the squad leader forcing the little fat man to eat the steamed bun scalp. He relaxed and said, "Do you still remember the squad leader fished the steamed bun scalp out of the swill bucket for you to eat?"

The little fat man grimaced, as if he had eaten shit: "Well, I will never forget it in this life."

Zhu Yiba said slowly: "I can't forget this? We were squatting in the dry toilet eating steamed buns, two each. Tsk, tsk, swarms of flies were buzzing one by one. Wolf Tou thought it was not that interesting, so he put it on A gas mask, a stick to stir up the shit in the pit, let us adjust the flavor and eat it, and we are not allowed to come out until we finish eating."

"And there are flies."

"Hey, we were hungry at that time, and if the flies came over, it would be a snack for us."

The little chubby face turned pale, and ten thousand alpacas ran wildly in his heart: "Platoon leader, I suddenly don't envy your special duty platoon so much."

After a pause, Xiaopang asked again: "Don't you ever have a relaxing time?"

Zhu Yiba patted Xiaopang on the shoulder and said meaningfully: "The only day of relaxation is yesterday."

Xiaopang frowned: "Platoon leader, it's not me, but I think your training method is quite unreasonable. Tell me, how can anyone eat shit now? Not even dogs!"

Zhu Yiba glanced at the shiny little fat man and said calmly: "In the army, there is no need to talk about what is reasonable or unreasonable. War is not a competition, nor is it training, it is only life and death."

Xiaopang murmured: "The warrior from hell."

I have to admit that Zhu Yiba was somewhat impressed by what he heard, but he didn't expect that the fat guy was good at flattering. This silent feeling of moisturizing things made Zhu Yiba, who was originally in a bad mood, feel much relieved.

Xiaopang asked again: "Platoon leader, what do you think it feels like to kill someone? I have been a soldier for several years and I have never killed anyone."

In an instant, Zhu Yiba fell silent.

After a while, Xiaopang came over again with a smile on his face: "Platoon leader, tell me."

Zhu Yiba, who was originally in a bad mood, was so disturbed by Xiaopang that he had the idea of ​​talking to someone, and then said: "I can't remember the first time I killed someone, including the past few years. I didn’t think about it in this regard. I just shot when I fired. After returning to the camp, I ate and slept as usual. I basically didn’t have any thoughts.”

Xiaopang was a little discouraged, feeling that there was no exciting content.

Zhu Yiba paused and continued: "They are bandits and we are soldiers. It is natural for soldiers to kill bandits. What's more, the bandits we kill are all bandits who have died ten thousand times."

Xiaopang suddenly became interested: "Platoon leader, can you tell me what the bandits you killed looked like?"

Zhu Yiba tilted his head slightly, and after reminiscing for a moment, he said calmly: "The main ones are drug dealers and gun smugglers, and there are also some anti-K brain-dead guys, that's about it. But having said that, knives like ours must be The most cold-blooded and unemotional.

“It’s all about the mission!”

At this point, Zhu Yiba was a little lost in thought, thinking of the station commander and squad leader who had devoted their youth to this border station far away from the town. Their concepts seemed to be based on the lives of soldiers as the bottom line, and then is to complete the task.

"Mission?" Xiaopang murmured, then his eyes lit up and he suddenly asked, "Platoon leader, you must have won the Lao Duo Medal, right? Can you show it to me?"

"You want to see?"

The little fat man nodded desperately, almost falling down.

Zhu Yiba threw the key and said, "It's in the cabinet. Go get it yourself."

The little fat man's butt jumped up, and he rushed out like a small whirlwind at a speed that was beyond the reach of a fat man.

After half an hour, the small whirlwind floated back again.

The little fat man held a small iron box in his arms, panting and ran over, sat down next to Zhu Yiba, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and then played with the medal in his hand happily, rubbing it repeatedly with his hands. Feel their weight and luster on the surface of the medals.

His eyes sparkled with joy and envy.

Zhu Yiba suddenly felt much better and said generously: "Pick one and give it to you."

Little Fatty lowered his head to study the medals in his hands one by one, shook his fat head, and said cheerfully: "Thank you, platoon leader, I'll just see what they look like. I didn't get this thing by myself, so it's meaningless."

Zhu Yiba agreed with his point of view. Without the honor it represents and the efforts made by its owner, a medal is just a thin piece of iron and worthless.

Watching Xiaopang constantly switching medals and gesticulating on his left chest, he fiddled with it for a long time, like an emperor choosing a concubine, choosing the beauties he likes from the left to the right.

"Platoon leader, which medal do you like best?" Xiaopang lowered his head and asked casually.

"Ultimate warrior." Zhu Yiba replied without thinking.

"This Devil's Week?" Xiaopang pulled out a red and blue medal from it and asked doubtfully, "I heard that this thing is only available when you participate in training? Four times a year, which is quite a lot. It is relatively A nice medal. Hey, why do you only get this one?"

"I got this when I first joined the team. Because I feel that after participating in the Devil's Week, my whole person has changed."

"Tsk, tsk, it feels like cultivating an immortal. Such a cruel project, platoon leader, how do you persist?"

"When practicing any event, don't listen to the squad leader's nonsense about trying your best and breaking through the limits. Always leave some strength for yourself."

"Why? Do you have to save energy to eat and sleep at night?"

"Stay. Because you never know when it will end. There will always be another one."

"Is this an exaggeration? The body is sanctified. This is it."

"At that time, there were only three wishes. One was to have enough food, the other was to have enough sleep, and the last thing was to take a hot bath."

"Can't you even eat enough?" Xiaopang suddenly raised his head and said in surprise, this was his bottom line.

"I'm hungry. Have you ever experienced the feeling of five or six people huddled in the toilet sharing steamed buns in the middle of the night? It's so sour and refreshing. The most ridiculous thing is that they will also play "China on the Bite of the Tongue". This is done by humans. thing?"

Xiaopang dropped the "Ultimate Warrior" as if he was electrocuted, and began to play with other medals. Finally, he finally settled on one.

Unexpectedly, it was an ordinary third-class merit medal.

Zhu Yiba smiled: "Are you spoiled for choice? Why did you choose this one?"

The chubby guy turned his head and smiled naively: "Platoon leader, this is good, it suits me very well."

Zhu Yiba suggested: "Take a photo?"

Xiaopang hesitated. According to his values, he really didn't like this matter.

Zhu Yiba added: "Third-class merit. I believe you will definitely be able to get it in the future. It's just a matter of time. Now I'll take a few pictures to gain experience. I'll wait until you get it next time. Then I'll start shooting." The photos come naturally and easily, and you will definitely be handsome every time you take them!”

Xiaopang thought for a while, looked a little shy, and agreed: "Okay."

Zhu Yiba took out his mobile phone, and for some reason suddenly remembered the squad leader's distress. When he turned the camera on the fat little man with a huge belly, he casually asked: "Which girl is so happy?"

Xiaopang grinned: "Platoon leader, I just sent it to my mother and my sister."

Zhu Yiba quietly watched the little soldier under his hands happily sending WeChat messages with his family, and suddenly felt that this scene was particularly reassuring.

After Xiaopang finished his work, Zhu Yiba pointed to the iron box filled with medals and said: "Don't think these things are so amazing, I believe you will have them in the future."

Xiaopang carefully put the third-class merit medal into the iron box and said with a smile: "Platoon leader, the squad leader told us before that if a person wants to have something he has never had, then he must do something. Something that’s never been done before.”

Zhu Yiba pouted these words, feeling a bit interesting.

At this time, Huang Mao ran over. He saw the shiny mobile phone screen here from a distance, and knew that it must be the carefree little fat man tinkering with the mobile phone, so he wanted to come over and rub it.

When he ran closer, he saw that the platoon leader was also there. Huang Mao was immediately startled and stammered: "Seating rows down, you, you, are here too."

"You guys, stop playing. If the instructor sees it, he will have to complain about the mobile phone being sent too much." Zhu Yiba stood up, waved and left.

This mood suddenly became much better.