Chapter 132 Class monitor? I am not your class monitor! [Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly ticket!]
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"What are you doing?"
Following Chang Dingfang's surprised gaze, I saw Zhao Weihong holding a squeegee in one hand and a bucket full of rags and brushes in the other. There was also a towel on her shoulder, which she didn't know what it was for. Her hands were wet and dripping with water, just like a "veteran housekeeper".
Seeing this, Yan Jiming's heart suddenly skipped a beat and he hurried forward, wanting to take the weapons from Zhao Weihong's hands, but Zhao Weihong dodged them suddenly.
"Squad leader, don't touch it!"
"I just cleaned the toilet and these things haven't been washed yet, they're dirty!"
As soon as this statement came out!
Yan Jiming felt as if he was struck by lightning. He hurriedly faced Chang Dingfang and Fang Haoran's murderous gazes, snatched the bucket and other things from Zhao Weihong's hands, and asked in great grief and anger.
"Who asked you to clean up?"
"And you cleaned the toilet?"
Having said that, Yan Jiming immediately turned his gaze away. His old face turned from black to blue, then from blue to purple, and finally turned red. He stared at Qi Yu and Qian Dazhuang ferociously like a wolf, and his whole body was shaking, as if he might faint from anger at any time.
"Didn't I ask you two to take Wei Hong on a tour of the camp?"
"You two let him visit the restroom?"
"say!"
Qian Dazhuang is fine. As long as he doesn't do anything wrong, he doesn't have to worry about ghosts knocking on his door.
Faced with Yan Jiming's furious look, Qian Dazhuang behaved very calmly. He just looked at Qi Yu silently, with a look on his face that said "this has nothing to do with me".
Qi Yu was so frightened by Yan Jiming's angry shout that he broke out in a cold sweat. His legs were shaking like sieves, and he stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence.
"Class Monitor"
"me."
"Squad leader, this is not the fault of veteran Qi!"
Um?
Hearing this, Qi Yu seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. He quickly raised his head and saw Zhao Weihong explaining to Yan Jiming in a serious manner.
"I took the initiative to ask to start training as soon as possible."
"train?"
Fang Haoran, with a cold face, finally couldn't stand it anymore. He pushed Yan Jiming aside roughly and came in front of Zhao Weihong.
"What does toilet cleaning have to do with training?"
Hearing this, Zhao Weihong didn't even think about it and responded directly with a "convincing" answer.
"Why doesn't it matter?"
Listening to the exact words that he had used to fool Zhao Weihong half an hour ago.
Qi Yu's heart finally died.
really!
Without any hesitation, Zhao Weihong immediately repeated in front of Fang Haoran and Chang Dingfang what Qi Yu had just said about "the relationship between hygiene and training" and "inspectors must set an example".
Finally, Zhao Weihong nodded in approval.
"Section Chief, there is really no comparison between the recruit company and the grassroots company."
"I just joined the company, and I have learned a lot from veteran soldier Qi!"
"In the future, I will definitely work hard to emulate Mr. Qi, set an example, and hold others to the same standards that I can achieve, so as to become a qualified and fair patrol officer as soon as possible!"
"By the way, Veteran Qi, I have already cleaned up the toilet and the washroom."
“Even though I didn’t find the gloves, I didn’t skimp at all when I was packing!”
"Brush first and then wipe to ensure it's spotless!"
"Captain, Section Chief."
"Can we ask Veteran Qi or the squad leader to go to the toilet and check it out first?"
"If there is no problem, I will use this standard in the future."
"no need."
"In our group, you are the one I trust the most."
"He has no right to check you!"
Before Zhao Weihong finished speaking, Chang Dingfang waved his hand, indicating that there was no need for that at all.
His tone sounded relatively calm, but the rise and fall of his chest was obviously more violent than usual, as if he was trying hard to suppress the anger in his heart.
“I leave this to you.”
"Wei Hong, come out with me for a moment."
Throw out a sentence that is a bit incoherent.
Chang Ding quickly walked out of the dormitory.
Zhao Weihong, who was completely confused, said hello to Yan Jiming and Fang Haoran, then hurriedly followed them out.
Accompanied by the departure of Zhao Weihong.
The air in the dormitory seemed to be filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.
"Class Monitor"
Yan Jiming's fists were clenched tighter and tighter.
Qi Yu, who was sweating profusely, quickly forced a smile and seemed to want to explain a few more words.
next second.
Yan Jiming may have felt that Zhao Weihong had gone too far, or he may have been completely unable to suppress the anger in his heart, and finally acted completely out of instinct!
"I'm not your squad leader!"
After a roar, Yan Jiming suddenly jumped up, rushed forward at lightning speed, grabbed Qi Yu by the collar, and lifted him up in the air like a chicken, and slammed him against the wall!
The standard "lift-and-dry style!"
"I really gave you face!"
"On the first day of a new recruit's joining the company, you asked him to clean the toilet?"
"You want to die, don't you?"
"I don't know how to do my job, but I've learned how to act arrogantly!"
"The section chief is here too. Do you want me to ask him to let you be the monitor of our class in the future?"
"what!?"
Fang Haoran looked at Yan Jiming's actions coldly, and after pondering for a long time, he suddenly said, "Team Leader Yan."
"The style of the veterans in your class needs to be addressed."
After saying that, Fang Haoran walked out without looking back and closed the door behind him.
At the moment the door closed.
In the dormitory, Qi Yu's cries of fear and despair were suddenly heard.
"Monitor, I was wrong!"
"Monitor!"
"Ouch!"
The heart-wrenching wails echoed in the dormitory for a long time.
Chang Dingfang’s goal was very clear, and he took Zhao Weihong straight to the sixth floor.
Soon, Zhao Weihong stopped in front of the extremely quiet Youth League History Exhibition Hall.
Just standing at the door.
Zhao Weihong felt a heavy sense of history coming towards him, which made him involuntarily slow down his breathing, as if he was afraid of disturbing the heroic souls who were fighting bloody battles not far away.
In front of Zhao Weihong, there stood a relief that occupied the entire wall. The dark red color of the relief revealed a sense of tragedy, but it also portrayed the expressions of the heroes as they charged and fought vividly.
Zhao Weihong knows.
Every figure that appears on this relief.
They are all real veterans who existed in the history of the 347th Regiment!
There is no need for Chang Dingfang to introduce himself.
Zhao Weihong's entire mind was attracted by the scenes presented in the reliefs. He took a step forward subconsciously and began to feel the honor of the "Ace Regiment" in the solemn and dignified atmosphere of the regiment history exhibition!
A mottled and worn trumpet. A shiny "turtle box". A military flag full of bullet holes.
There are also all kinds of military uniforms worn by the predecessors of the 347th Regiment.
Every item displayed here has a corresponding story and carries an incomparably glorious history!
A heroic and tragic song, defeating the enemy at Pingxingguan!
Fighting in the north and south, becoming famous in Shanxi, Hebei, Shandong and Henan!
Zhao Weihong's eyes became more and more vague.
He seemed to see through those passionate texts, the ancestors of the 347th Regiment, who shed their blood all over most of the motherland. He saw them defending their country in the ice and snow, and fighting for thirty years of peace for the motherland in one battle!
What impressed Zhao Weihong most were the flags hanging on the wall.
Zhao Weihong saw the Youth League flag that she had once held high.
But here, the regimental flag that once made all the recruits excited seems ordinary and pales in comparison with other flags.
As he was walking, Zhao Weihong suddenly stopped.
[Break through LJ Jiang's Seventh Company of Heroes]
"Captain, this Seventh Company..."
Chang Dingfang seemed to guess what Zhao Weihong wanted to ask.
"Yes."
"Not at all."
"You always hear people say they are the Seventh Steel Company, the Seventh Steel Company."
"But when have you ever heard of the name Heroic Seventh Company?"
Taking his eyes off the bright red flag, Chang Dingfang looked at the slightly puzzled Zhao Weihong and calmly told him the "truth."
"After a battle, only five people from the 7th Company that owned this flag survived."
"The Seventh Company you see now is the Seventh Company after reconstruction."
"In other words, every company you see here has been rebuilt many times in the history of our regiment."
Just a few sentences.
But it tells the story of the sacrifices and achievements of an entire generation.
Zhao Weihong felt a blockage in her heart for no reason, and at the same time, a strong desire arose!
He wanted to leave some trace of himself in this exhibition hall!
It will allow new recruits arriving ten, dozens, or even a hundred years later to know that there was someone like him in the 347th Regiment!
Chang Dingfang looked at Zhao Weihong quietly, his eyes deep, as if he saw the growing flame in Zhao Weihong's heart!
After a moment, a faint smile suddenly appeared on Chang Dingfang's face.
The purpose of bringing Zhao Weihong to the exhibition hall has been achieved.
"I wanted to tell you a few things."
"From the looks of it, it should be unnecessary."
Patting Zhao Weihong's shoulder heavily, Chang Dingfang spoke with anticipation and pride, like an uncle who is eager to see his nephew become famous.
"Life after joining the company is definitely more exciting than you can imagine."
"Work hard and don't waste your talent."
"Remember, I, your second uncle, and the old captain, we are all watching you!"
"If you dare to be lazy, I will punish you severely on behalf of your second uncle!"
"If you have any difficulties, come and see me directly. The regiment headquarters is on the third floor. You don't need to be polite with me."
"Let's go back."
"Yes!"
Finally, I took a look at the exhibition hall, which showed various exhibits that embodied the glorious past.
Zhao Weihong withdrew his gaze and went to catch up with Chang Dingfang's figure which was getting farther and farther away.
Just as he turned around.
In a corner that he had never set foot on, an extremely dazzling light flashed by.
【Zhao Yuejin】
[Won the second place in the group military competition]
【Specially for remembrance】
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