Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Ge Zhiyong patted the third-term sergeant's shoulder and said meaningfully.

"It won't be long before you have to exchange your sergeant's epaulettes for officer's."

"Cherish the present days. When you become an officer, you will have a lot to do."

Zhao Pengfei looked at the sky in the distance with a smile on his face.

All his skills were learned from the army, and he would love to be able to stay here, continue to shine and do more.

Moreover, after further studies at the military academy, he can get rid of the label of having low academic qualifications.

By then, both the development prospects and the opportunities to make contributions will be much greater than they are now.

"This is all thanks to Qin Feng. I didn't do anything, I just followed behind him and got some benefits."

Ge Zhiyong shook his head: "You can't say that. Your current achievements are the result of your own hard work."

"Without those two third-class merits and your usual outstanding performance, you wouldn't be qualified for promotion."

"In other words, new recruits are a blank slate when they first join the army, and everything they say and do is learned from experience."

"Qin Feng is so responsible and determined, in large part because of the good teaching you, the squad leader, gave him."

"Really? Then if someone from the military newspaper or the Propaganda Department comes to interview you, Captain, you can't change your mind."

Looking at Zhao Pengfei's resentful eyes, Ge Zhiyong immediately widened his eyes.

"What? Are you afraid that I'll steal your credit? Am I that kind of person?"

"Hahaha, just a little joke, don't take it seriously."

Zhao Pengfei suddenly asked, "By the way, how's your lifelong event going? Is there any progress?"

Ge Zhiyong was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "I've been so busy these past two days that I completely forgot about her and didn't even have time to think about her."

Zhao Pengfei smiled and nudged him: "Let me tell you, women are not as fragrant as brothers."

Ge Zhiyong took out a cigarette and then hooked his finger at him.

After lighting it with a lighter, he put it in his pocket.

Then he exhaled a puff of smoke and said with a deep look on his face.

"Women only slow down my ability to draw my gun."

Seeing that Zhao Pengfei didn't react at all to his words.

Ge Zhiyong cursed in his heart: Damn, is my way of pretending to be cool wrong?

Why is it that when Qin Feng says it, he sounds so damn handsome?

When I say it, it’s just a little bit off?

"Okay, let's stop chatting. It's getting late. Go back to bed. We have training tomorrow."

"Company commander!"

"Ok?"

"Lighter, give me back my lighter!"

Just as Ge Zhiyong was about to leave, he was suddenly grabbed by Zhao Pengfei.

Looking at Zhao Pengfei's extremely persistent eyes, he suddenly felt a little unhappy.

"I say, are you really that cocky? You dare to ask me for a broken lighter? You smoke a lot of my cigarettes, you..."

"The lighter was given to me by Qin Feng!"

Seeing the eagerness in Zhao Pengfei's eyes, Ge Zhiyong was stunned.

Then, like a good boy, he quickly returned the lighter to Zhao Pengfei.

"Um, well, sorry..."

"fine."

Looking at the lighter in his hand with a red flag printed on it and the four big words "High Morale" written on it.

Zhao Pengfei lit the fire with a click.

As the flames appeared, the smile on his face became so thick that it couldn't be melted away.

Looking at Zhao Pengfei's dead look, Ge Zhiyong beside him couldn't help but shook his head.

It's hopeless, completely hopeless.

This kid has been completely controlled by Qin Feng, completely controlled!

Damn it, those bastards from the Sixth Company, why didn’t anyone give me something to bully me?

I am such an easy target, why doesn't anyone come to corrupt me?

It seems that I have to remind them later to prevent this "unhealthy trend" from blowing in sooner!

......

In the blink of an eye, a week passed.

That day, Zhao Pengfei specially asked Ge Zhiyong for leave and went to the hospital to visit Qin Feng.

Although no one is allowed to go out during the basic training, the regiment commander had already given the green light for this matter.

At this moment, Qin Feng’s heroic deeds have already spread throughout the recruit company.

Even the leaders of the division's headquarters knew that there was such an admirable person in the 402nd Regiment's recruit company.

The discussion about this fire-fighting hero in the group has never subsided.

Everyone is wondering, when Qin Feng returns to the team, will he be awarded the second-class merit or the first-class merit?

The former is less likely, while the latter is more likely. But as long as there is no final conclusion, no one can be sure?

During the time when Qin Feng was away, the new recruits in Class 4 walked with the wind, and no one even dared to compete with them for the food served to the duty officer.

Even the kitchen staff prepared special meals for them.

why?

Because we have Qin Feng in our class, do you have one in your class?

In the ward, Zhao Pengfei placed the carnations he bought on the bedside table.

Seeing that Qin Feng looked much better than the last time he saw him, a smile appeared on his face.

Although it will take about a week for him to wake up, if he continues to recover like this, he will be well soon.

After Zhao Pengfei sat down, he turned on the TV.

What is being played on TV is Mr. Li Youbin’s classic masterpiece "Drawing Sword".

And the scene playing on the screen was that classic clip:

Second Battalion Commander, pull out the fucking Italian cannon for me!

With the blast of a cannon on TV, Comrade Xiuqin and the city wall of Ping'an County were destroyed.

It was this sound of the cannon that caused Qin Feng's fingers on the hospital bed to suddenly twitch.

[Body repair 68%, 69%, 70%...Forced hibernation has ended!]

Zhao Pengfei widened his eyes and almost thought he was seeing things.

But the next second, Qin Feng's fingers twitched again.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear a tiny sound.

Zhao Pengfei quickly turned off the TV, moved closer to Qin Feng, and leaned over to listen carefully.

"Squad leader..."

Zhao Pengfei stared at Qin Feng in disbelief, completely dumbfounded.

Didn’t the experts say there’s still a week left?

Why, why did you wake up early?

Just as Zhao Pengfei was about to call a doctor, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes as if he had just woken up, and took off the oxygen mask with his other hand.

Then, he asked in an extremely weak tone.

"Squad leader... our class, the mobile red flag, did you get it?"

Bang!

Zhao Pengfei's heart seemed to be shattered by something.

Two lines of hot tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the bed sheets.

You bastard, you're trying to make me cry right after I woke up!

"You're injured like this, yet you're still thinking about the red flag, you little bastard!"

He tried to raise his hand to hit Qin Feng's shoulder twice, but ended up hitting the air.

Upon hearing that the mobile red flag had been taken back by Li Jiasheng and his men, a smile slowly appeared on Qin Feng's still pale face.

"Monitor..."

"Ok?"

"It's great to see you alive."

At this moment, Zhao Pengfei's heart felt like it was being tightly squeezed by a pair of hands.

He tried hard to control his emotions, but his shoulders began to shake uncontrollably.

Zhao Pengfei turned around abruptly, covered his face with his sleeves, and rushed out of the ward as if escaping.

"Doctor, doctor, the patient is awake, the patient is awake..."

Qin Feng propped himself up and slowly sat up from the bed.

Looking at the hospital gown on his body and the bandages wrapped around his arms and thighs, he sighed helplessly.

The system can only recover to 70%, and the remaining 30% can only be restored slowly.

However, this is also a good thing, it can be regarded as a self-protection mechanism.

Otherwise, if the recovery is too fast and too outrageous, you might be caught and sliced ​​for research.

Qin Feng twisted his long and stiff neck and began to slowly gain control of his body.

He turned his head to look at the clear sky outside the window, grinning with a smile of relief at surviving the disaster.

"Those who survive a great disaster will surely be blessed in the future! Brothers of Class 4, your deputy squad leader will be back soon!"

Qin Feng is about to return to the army, and more exciting stories are coming soon! No prizes for guessing, everyone guess whether Xiao Fengfeng won the first-class merit or the second-class merit?