"I don't agree! I just don't agree! Deputy squad leader, even if you beat me to death, I won't agree! Deputy squad leader, be gentle"

Zhang Qingshan was walking in front, shouting loudly that he was "not convinced". Behind him, Li Guowei used a strip that was thinner than his finger to twitch his butt. A little further away, the two soldiers followed with a smile and no Li Guowei personally took Zhang Qingshan to the confinement room. However, Zhang Qingshan was good at being as powerful as a cow, and three or four soldiers could not hold him back. So Li Guowei used a strip called the cow brush strip that the locals called.

"You kid disrupt the order and beat comrades. If there weren't more urgent things that made the superiors care about you, it would be enough to shoot you." Li Guowei became more and more angry as he spoke. He raised his cow brush strip and tugged Zhang Qingshan's butt, and shouted: "You have the face to shout that you are not convinced? Look at me, don't slap you to death."

Zhang Qingshan screamed strangely, jumped forward and barely avoided the fierce whip. Seeing that Li Guowei didn't chase and whip, he obviously scared himself. He felt a little calmer, but he still had a duck's mouth that could not be cooked: "Even if I was shot, I wouldn't accept it. I couldn't slap it. This was caused by Zhao Wu, the kid. Why is he okay?"

"No matter who provokes it, they are all my comrades. If you have anything to say, you can't say it well? If you have to do it, you seem capable. Besides, you are the one who hits someone, and he is the one who is hit. Why, you still have any reason? Come! Come! Come! Let's see if I can't beat you to death!" Maybe I was really angry. As he spoke, he quickly stepped forward and thrust the cow brush strips on Zhang Qingshan's butt. Zhang Qingshan screamed in pain and walked a few more steps.

"Deputy squad leader, you are the leader, you don't want to beat people."

"Beat someone? Hey! I forgot if you don't say it. When you catch you, you dared to resist, which made me embarrassed. You said yourself, who will you do if you don't?"

"Then you can't hit someone."

"I'll beat you today, what's wrong? If you have the ability, you can resist me." You are so vicious, but Li Guowei felt a little depressed: I've been a good soldier, and I've been with the veterans for a few days. Now I've become a veteran, and I've also been infected with the common characteristics of veterans: I don't make big mistakes, but I keep making small mistakes. Everyone is good at fighting, and everyone in life is a mountain king who causes trouble. Alas! It's hard to cure.

Just as I was thrusting and shouting, I came to the old house next to the kitchen.

"Are you a man?"

"Here you come." A thirteen or fourteen-year-old little Red Army, jogging over with a belt while tying over to such a little Red Army. Most of the lives of the hardest and cannot even survive. He also thought that only when he joined the Red Army, the troops would consider accepting them as appropriate. Otherwise, he would not be allowed to join the Red Army at such an age. After all, he is too young and is indeed not suitable for war. He has to use it accordingly and arrange some relaxing work for them with care.

"I am Li Guowei, the squadron leader of the Second Squadron of the Self-Defense Force. This is." As soon as he introduced himself, he saw that Zhang Qingshan was retreating. Li Guowei immediately raised the cow brush strip in his hand, squinted his eyes, and threatened: "Do you come here by yourself, or will I suck you here again?"

When Zhang Qingshan came over slowly, Li Guowei grabbed him and said to the little Red Army: "This is Zhang Qingshan, the captain of the Second Squadron of the Second Squadron of the Self-Defense Force, and the superiors ordered him to be confined to three days."

The little Red Army nodded, took out a notebook from his bag and handed it to Li Guowei: "Please simply write down the things he committed and the punishment he punished him on this notebook and sign it."

After the break was completed, the little Red Army put away the notebook and took out the key to open the door.

"Deputy squad leader, I really don't accept it!"

"Hmph! Reflect on it." Li Guowei threw the whip, closed the door with his own hands, and left.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Zhang Qingshan, who was hard to sing a one-man show, finally became honest, spread the thin quilt on the straw and lay down. But he was so angry that he could sleep, tossed and turned, finally sat up, took out the cigarette box into his shirt pocket, and left it depressed, kneaded the cigarette box into a ball and threw it to the side. He walked to the door, patted the door and shouted, "Little kid, go buy me a cigarette box, and pay you back when I go out."

Seeing that no one answered outside, he walked to the window and saw the little ghost standing at the door with a red tassel gun, but ignored him. He was furious: "I asked you to buy a pack of cigarettes for me, are you deaf?"

The little Red Army also glanced at him with a squinted look, and his lips were slightly ruthless. Zhang Qingshan looked disdainful and angry, grabbing the window with his hands, lifting it up, and the window page was removed. This is not uncommon. Almost everyone knows this trick.

"You dare to look down on me, and you're so fucking." As he spoke, he grabbed the window ridge with both hands and lifted it hard, and then he sat down at the window.

The little Red Army seemed to be accustomed to Zhang Qingshan's behavior. He slowly raised the red tassel gun and pointed it at Zhang Qingshan, and asked calmly: "Do you want to jump out of the window and escape?"

"Damn, you actually dare to point the tip of the gun at me? Okay, why don't you teach you a lesson today, I'm uh." He was so angry that he was about to jump out of the window to teach this little ghost head with no eyes, but suddenly saw the little ghost head smiling faintly, grabbed the whistle in front of his chest and put it on his mouth, making Zhang Qingshan feel like he was being pinned by someone's neck, and his voice stopped abruptly. After staring at the little ghost head with a blushing face and a little ear, he could only look for a step: "Forget it, sir, I don't know the villain's past, I won't be like a little ghost head."

I dare not let this little guy blew the whistle, otherwise the trouble would be great, and the level of execution of any discipline would not be as conscious. Although the Red Army has three major disciplines and eight points of attention, these regulations must be deeply rooted in the hearts of every Red Army soldier, and they must rely on their daily ideological work and leaders to take the lead. So, don’t look at the only one who robs Zhang Qingshan is just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old little head. With Zhang Qingshan’s ability, he really wants to deal with this little head, and the other party doesn’t know how many times he has died. It is precisely because of the ideological work in daily life that Zhang Qingshan consciously abides by discipline, and he dare not leaps to the thunder pool, and consciously respect and fear of the identity represented by the little head, so the little head can threaten him. Of course, if the little head blows the whistle, Zhang Qingshan’s punishment will be the lightest and doubled.

Zhang Qingshan reset the window page, returned to the bed, and fell down depressedly.

A few minutes passed.

"Hey! Do you really want to smoke?"

Zhang Qingshan turned around and looked at the window, but saw the little ghost lying on the window, shaking with two cigarettes.

This time, Zhang Qingshan learned to be smart. He walked over and did not pick up the cigarette. Instead, he glanced at the cigarette before looking at the little ghost's head and said, "Tell me about the conditions."

"You tell me a story you have experienced and you can smoke a cigarette, how about it?"

Without thinking, Zhang Qingshan picked up a cigarette, took out a match, lit it, sucked his mouth happily, and said comfortably: "Do you want to hear a battle story or a life story?"

After saying that, he sucked a cigarette suddenly.

"I want to hear what mistake you made first?"

Zhang Qingshan's eyes suddenly opened wide. He looked at the little ghost and looked at the cigarette that had already sucked out of thirds. He suddenly felt that the cigarette was very uncomfortable in his chest. He sprayed it out suddenly, making his throat hurt: I was careless, absolutely careless, otherwise, how could I be fooled?

"Cough! Cough! Cough"

During a series of heart-wrenching coughs, the little ghost still reminded him: "Since you were escorted here, you must have committed more than two people. So, you'd better not lie to me, otherwise, I'll report to my superiors that you tried to jump out of the window and escape during your detention. You even took off the window page."

Zhang Qingshan bent down and coughed, giving the little ghost a thumbs up: Such a clever ghost is really too incompetent to use it to conceal the prisoner.

He finally stopped coughing, wiped his tears, took a breath slowly, and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Zhou Baoyu."

"When did you become the Red Army?"

"yesterday."

Wang Wushuang, he would remember this clever little devil in his life, because he had made up his mind: the first thing he did after he went out was to take this little devil as his subordinate, and it would be a pleasure to use it as a humiliating person, such as Comrade Li Guowei.

As the other party urged him, Zhang Qingshan began to talk about his experience of making mistakes.

After the Self-Defense Force assembled, the task was issued directly: because the second platoon went to suppress bandits in Jiacun, the Self-Defense Force had to cooperate with the third and fourth platoons to maintain public order in the town, while preventing the enemy from taking advantage of the situation. Nothing was all that was all. Everyone was very excited about their first mission, but the problem was the gun distribution.

Twenty-eight rifles and two pistols, but there are about seventy-seventy veterans. The veterans all have their own guns, with more wolves and fewer meat. Others dare not speak out. Zhao Wu, the captain of the 2nd Squadron squadron, is also a veteran. Because he had had an argument with Zhang Qingshan, he now saw that the 2nd Squadron squadron had more guns than his own. Zhao Wu's small hillock sect had exploded, and he started yelling on the spot. They all played their lives on the battlefield, and they were of the same level. Who would have been convinced? When he yelled, Zhang Qingshan naturally responded to the challenge. So the two of them first quarreled, and then, Zhang Qingshan, who was not good at speaking, was angry and kicked Zhao Wu away while he was unprepared. Then the scene jumped up in chaos. That scene, tsk! tsk! The leaders were angry.

So, when Zhao Wu landed, his right palm was scratched by a small stone and went to the infirmary. Li Guowei said nothing wrong: If there weren't more important and urgent matters to be done immediately, Zhang Qingshan's fate would never be as simple as three days of confinement. Of course, according to Zhang Qingshan's description, Comrade Zhao Wu, who was tall and thin, directly increased 100 kilograms of meat, and became a strong man who was so powerful that he could lift a thousand kilograms of huge rocks. When he kicked him, his feet hurt.

At the age of thirteen or fourteen, it was a good time to love to listen to stories and worship heroes. Out of respect for this hero, Zhou Baoyu found that several cigarettes on his body were unconsciously presented to Zhang Qingshan. When the cigarette butt in Zhang Qingshan was about to burn his fingers, he ran to the kitchen very consciously. Soon, he happily waved the half box of cigarettes in his hand and ran back to continue listening to the story.

A man was talking and listening with relish. Before he knew it, Zhang Qingshan sat down on the window, and Zhou Baoyu stood beside him, which was not imprisonment, but the two brothers were bragging and chatting, so he was too presumptuous. So, according to the plot, the person who dealt with them appeared.
Chapter completed!