Chapter 220: Fell

Why do you hate the captain so much?

Because the captain is not a human!

Ye Huan lay on the bed in the barracks and dormitory, sighing aggrievedly.

What name do you care about when I play a game? - Next time I will register a "He Ping's father" to try.

The jackal and the red wolf squatted in front of Ye Huan's bed, smiling gloatingly.

"It's! Why do you always like to do such stupid things that can shake big trees? Our captain is the number one killer in the military region. Ordinary people will be scared to death when they look at him at first sight. You are fine, don't know how to provoke him again and again..."

Honglang looked at Ye Huan and laughed strangely: "Do you have the perverted idea of ​​challenging the limit of survival, right?"

Ye Huan then sighed, and he found that the soldiers were not as open-minded and tolerant as he imagined. From Shen Laowu to He Ping, they were all so stingy that they were as angry as the abbot of Shaolin Temple's nocturnal dreams.

Since he had been deceived back to the military camp, Ye Huan had to dismiss the fake and continued his inhuman training with his comrades.

The bodies of Geng Zhijun and five other comrades-in-arms had been sent to the Martyrs' Cemetery. All the soldiers of the Blue Sword Brigade lined up to salute and solemnly placed their comrades in the cemetery that had been silent all year round.

Ye Huan, the only one in the brigade, did not participate in the farewell.

He didn't dare to give it to him, he couldn't bear to give it to him, he didn't want to see the scenes of separation from life and death again and again, nor did he want his heart to hurt again and again.

The comrades all understood Ye Huan's thoughts very well. Those who had been born and died together are now separated by yin and yang. One lies in the cold coffin and the other can only stand in front of the tombstone and salute him silently. People who have never experienced this feeling do not understand the pain.

Escape may be the best way.

However, what you escape is just a farewell, and Ye Huan did not escape at all after his comrades passed away.

The special funding project of Happy Fund was soon launched. The funding targets were the families of five deceased comrades. Each family could receive a fixed living expenses of 5,000 yuan per month from Happy Fund. In addition, the fund staff also sent one million fixed deposits to each family on behalf of Ye Huan. In the future, the life of the comrades' family can ensure food and clothing, and there will be little more to spare. In the future, the children will go to school, buy a house and get married, etc.

A few days later, the families of five comrades-in-arms came to the military camp again and found He Ping's office. They held He Ping's hand and kept grateful, even crying bitterly, thanking the army and thanking Zhengfu for not forgetting the families of these martyrs, and giving them a safe and sound future.

Geng Zhijun's widow, with his three-year-old son, sat at Geng Zhijun's former desk and cried in a deep voice.

The five families that had broken their backs were silently carried up by Ye Huan again, supporting the sky for them.

Amid the chaotic gratitude and crying of the martyrs' families, He Ping, who was confused, accidentally saw Ye Huan sneaking around at the door of the office, and a little clarity flashed through He Ping's eyes, and his eyes became unconsciously wet.

This brat!

He Ping, who was surrounded by his family, was constantly grateful and cried in his heart with tears.

Ye Huan peeked at He Ping for a while, then grinned at him and quietly flashed.

After the matter, I left with my clothes and hid my name.

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"Learn from Lei Feng to do good deeds without leaving a reputation, huh? When did it become so noble?" He Ping looked at him with a smile.

Ye Huan laughed dryly: "Captain, don't disgust me. The society is different now. It's a slander to say that others are noble."

He Ping laughed, then patted Ye Huan on the shoulder, and his expression became serious.

"Ye Huan, thank you. On behalf of those five comrades who died, I thank you."

"Captain, I also request you on behalf of more than a thousand living comrades..."

"Ask anything, even if you say it."

"...I'm not allowed to beat me in the future."

"turn down!"

"...Don't beat me with cold weapons in the future."

“Can consider it.”

Ye Huan is essentially a selfish person. The growth environment determines his personality. You cannot expect a person who cannot even satisfy the most basic food and clothing to make stupid selfless contributions. This is a bit unrealistic. Materiality is always the foundation. Only with this foundation can you have higher spiritual pursuits.

Ye Huan's dedication is not lacking, but it is rarely, and it is only aimed at the closest people around him.

Learning from Lei Feng? Sorry, I don’t have that time. The pace of society is so fast, people are so busy and lack integrity. Everyone can only care about themselves. Who would like to devote their spare time and money to others?

Ye Huan is a common man, and ordinary people always follow the trend.

After the martyrs' families left with great gratitude, He Ping ordered the Blue Sword Brigade to gather in an emergency.

Of course, the purpose of the gathering is not to praise Ye Huan for doing good deeds without leaving a name, and others are unwilling to make it public, so there is no need for He Ping to make him famous.

More than a thousand special forces soldiers stood on the playground in unison. He Ping announced with a face that three days later, the garrison military region and the Southwest Military Region will officially start a joint confrontation exercise between the army and air force, and the Blue Sword Special Forces will act as a key role in the sharp knife force in this exercise. All soldiers will cancel their vacation and return to the team to prepare for combat against the Southwest Military Region.

As soon as He Ping announced that it was finished, a very sad and angry scream came from the quiet team.

"Sun! War again? Is it over?"

"Who? Who interrupts? Stand up for me! Do you have any sense of discipline?" He Ping yelled sharply.

There was a silence in the crowd, and the person who had just interrupted was silent.

He Ping was naturally not a fool. He glared at Ye Huan with fierce murderous eyes, then looked around, shouted "disband", turned around and left.

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Late that night, Ye Huan quietly escaped from the military camp.

Yes, he made up his mind to be a deserter this time.

Although the exercise will not kill people, he hates hearing guns, war, and the smell of gunpowder on the battlefield...

The shadows in the southwest jungle have never dissipated in his heart. Now he is very afraid of war.

I have to say that Comrade Ye Huan, a new recruit, should really study hard in military discipline. At this time, he never thought how severe the military court would punish deserters.

Although he was afraid of war, Ye Huan had not lost all his skills in the past two months. The process of escaping from the military camp was very easy. Now he is no longer Wu Xia Ameng, and his skills are already very good. He Ping must fight with him for several rounds to succeed when he beat him up. With such skills, it is naturally not difficult to escape from the camp of the Blue Sword Brigade.

He sneaked into the electric distribution room, quietly broke the high-voltage electricity on the wall wire, and then jumped neatly. Without disturbing anyone, he quickly climbed over the wall and disappeared sneakily into the night...

A black Lamborghini sports car roared unrestrainedly on the Beijing Ring Expressway.

The car's speed has reached a terrifying 240 yards per hour, and ordinary drivers cannot control such speeds.

The driver who drove this speeding car was a young man. He was wearing a high-end Armani shirt, unbuttoned the two buttons on his chest, revealing his pale and thin chest. His young face was quite handsome. He was about the age of twenties, his sword eyebrows that flew into his temples, his eyes as bright as stars, and the smile that seemed to be always mocking, which made him look so rebellious, so rebellious that all women were fascinated.

A quick and frightened scream came from the Bluetooth headset hanging on my ears.

"Song Zhang, you're fucking crazy! Drive slowly and be careful of something happening!"

Song Zhang laughed: "When did something happen to me when I drive? Since it's racing, of course I have to step on the accelerator to the bottom, otherwise what's going on?"

"Song Zhang, don't be fooled. Now you are the number one, so there is no need to be so fast..."

Song Zhang snorted: "Stop talking, I can't slow down. I hate looking at other people's taillights, and even more so when looking at the taillights of those second-generation ancestors!"

"You...are you fucking the second generation ancestor?"

Song Zhang's rebellious look became stronger and stronger. He took off the earphones from his ears and threw them out the car window. A spark of anger appeared in his eyes staring at the road ahead.

"I am not the second generation ancestor! I am different from them!" The muscles on Song Zhang's face kept twitching and murmured to himself.

With a hard stomp under his feet, Lamborghini squirted angry black smoke and roared into the distance.

It was already early in the morning when Ye Huan escaped from the military camp. The military uniform she was wearing was dirty and her face was covered in darkness. It looked like a beggar who had picked up a military uniform and wore it in a trash can.

He walked on the road where there was no one late at night, planning to stop his department to ride a car to change his clothes in his senior high school, and then return to Ninghai to hide for a few days. After the military exercises are over, he asks Shen Laowu to plead and then return to the military camp to continue to serve in the army. In short, Ye Huan positioned himself that training is no problem, no matter how hard it is, he can accept it, and no talks in the war!

——It is inhumane to let the psychopaths go to the battlefield!

The streets of the capital were empty late at night, and occasionally several taxis passed by. When the taxi driver saw Ye Huan's dirty beggar's appearance, he kept whizzing by, leaving him with a cold taillight.

Ye Huan couldn't help feeling a little sad and felt sad.

What is the cold world? What is the ill-fated fate?

That's it.

I dress like a beggar, but I am a billionaire, okay? The raw materials for our country's nuclear weapons are provided by me! Why can't I even get a taxi?

The grief and angry Ye Huan kept showing his middle finger to the taxi passing by without stopping. At this time, he looked not only like a beggar, but also like a madman.

——Or why not just grab a taxi?

Ye Huan thought viciously.

Behind him, another high beam of the car came, which was so bright and dazzling.

Ye Huan bent down without hesitation and rolled up his trousers, revealing one of his furry thighs and one leg, while the other one swung in the air towards the headlights and twisted, like a coquettish street girl who was standing in the street to attract customers.

"Texy-" Ye Huan screamed in a slut, and threw a charming look at the headlights.

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Song Zhang, who had just finished racing, drove the car, bored on the steering wheel, wandering aimlessly on the streets.

The car was not fast, and his other hand was supported by the window, holding the phone in his hand.
To be continued...