But he looked bald, and Chen Lijuan was very excited, jumping behind the two of them.

Bao Hui breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You are here. Just tell you, the show is over, I'm leaving!"

"Let's go?" the three of them screamed at the same time.

Chen Lijuan pushed away the two old men who had been blocking the front and sneered: "There is still a review and award ceremony later. Where are you going?"

"Ah? Is this still there?" Bao Hui scratched his head and sat down helplessly.

"Haha..." The three of them laughed in unison when they saw him embarrassingly.

"Can you leave first?" Bao Hui asked in a low voice: "I'm going to start shooting training tomorrow, and I have to go back and prepare."

He wanted to go back and check his "shocking technique" carefully. What would it turn out to be after being swallowed up by the powerful "Breaking Sword" skill?

"You must win the prize. I think it's either a special prize or a first prize." Old Li smiled and said, "What are you in a hurry to go back? What are you prepared for shooting? Is it important to win this performance?!"

"Old Li, he is a new recruit, and he knows this!" He sighed in a second and explained: "Young man, if you win the award, from the Corps Headquarters, to your Third Army, to your 117th Division..., after going down at this level, the meritorious service certificates you receive can be covered with a wall."

"Make meritorious!" Bao Hui's eyes lit up when he heard this. This is good news. Real meritorious service is the main reference for the "level promotion" of the famous saying of the system!

"Haha..." The three of them were amused by his simplicity.

"Look, he will understand if he says this!" said Li Deyi, "Look at the bald Li.

"Haha, too!" Bald Li smiled and said, "It's still your host's mind that is quick..."

"Hey!" Chen Lijuan put aside the two bad uncles, quietly patted Bao Hui on the shoulder, and said worriedly: "Don't you like literary performances and awards?"

"I don't know either!" Bao Hui scratched his head and said distressedly: "It's good to win awards and make meritorious contributions, but I am a scout, relying on artistic performances to make meritorious contributions. It's not a professional. What should I do if I advance to the review at that time?"

Hurry Wan and Bald Li became interested in an instant and immediately analyzed to him that if the general level is promoted, how fast it is to take the literary and artistic path. Moreover, with his talent, he can go to the Spring Festival and Jianjun Cultural Exercise every year! Art performances at all levels in major festivals will be ruthless to win awards...

In short: "Come to the art troupe, you have a future.                                                                                                                      

Bao Hui passed these analytical suggestions to the system. After the system analyzed it, he firmly rejected this beautiful way.

"Why?" Bao Hui felt a little angry, and such a quick promotion path was closed like this.

"..." The system did not answer, you know everything.

Bao Hui had to shake his head at the three people who were extremely expectant and said firmly: "I am a scout, and this will never be shaken. I will continue to follow this path. It is also my original intention of joining the army!"

"Ah..." The three of them said in unison that the literary and artistic circles would lose a general.

The jury of the literary performance awarded Bao Hui first prize, and he returned to the 117th Division reconnaissance battalion with the certificate with great anticipation.

"The Eleventh Corps Award..."

"The Third Field Army Award..."

“117 Division Commendation…”

...

Looking at the stack of meritorious certificates, Bao Hui was always happy because...

System: "Realistic commendation and merit conversion..."

After several consecutive days of shooting training, from semi-automatic spears to automatic pistols, the shooting results of his fixed targets, from deliberate convergence and concealment of strength to fast and accurate excellent results of more than nine rings per shot.

Company Commander Xu Fei commented on him like this: "Born Sagittarius! A great seedling for a top sniper!"

Physical fitness, individual rifle shooting, pistol shooting, physical fitness... In addition to the physiological needs such as eating and sleeping, Bao Hui devoted himself to such boring training. He had forgotten the valuation conversion of that literary performance and the system...

After a music of the past, Bao Hui brought a sensation after a musical music that shocked everyone. It was far from as simple as he expected.

It was only three days since time passed, and Duan Zhipeng, the commander of the 117th Division, had a big head. Several secondment documents from the art troupe were sent through various relationships and handed them to his desk. Even a few close leaders from the command center of this district were asked about the situation in a foggy way.

The "cannon fodder" who can play the piano has a more famous reputation!

Duan Zhipeng didn't care much at first. As several secretly pointed out, and Zhang Weiming, the political commissar who had been working with, directly asked him for someone. He realized that this matter was not simple. So he called Zhang Xuyi, the beloved general who was in charge of the reconnaissance camp, and asked directly.

"Ah? I just came back from the mission, I don't know!" At most two times, Zhang Xuyi was afraid that he didn't even remember Bao Hui's face carefully. "Bao Hui, Bao Hui, by the way, isn't it the new recruit called 'cannon fodder'! His physical fitness is quite good, and he can catch up with the qualities of many old special forces... I remember reporting to you that he is the best among the few vanguards in our group. He is an handsome guy in my impression!"

"Go and go, don't joke." Duan Zhipeng rolled his eyes, scratched his head, and pushed the documents on the table over, "Look, you can still laugh, I admire you boy!"

"Hiss..." Zhang Xuyi opened his mouth wide and said in anger: "What international jokes do these people make?! This is absolutely not possible! I don't agree!"

"Okay, okay..." Duan Zhipeng slapped the table and shouted: "Stop causing trouble, I'm so annoying. Think of a way, hurry up and talk to this soldier first, and 'understand' the situation!"

"Let Bao Hui understand the situation?" Zhang Xuyi's eyes lit up and he laughed: "I understand! Don't worry, the leader, the Second Company is in the closed training, and Political Commissar Zhang cannot enter now. Hehe..." He saluted, turned around and opened the door and left.

Duan Zhipeng smiled and then picked up the teacup, took a beautiful sip, then put down the teacup, and brought out the computer file. A map with dense lines in the desktop popped up instantly. After thinking about it, he kept marking something on it with his mouse, and became busy again...

The shooting range of the 117th Division of the Third Army.

"Good boy!" Battalion Commander Zhang Xuyi put away his telescope and exclaimed: "It's only been a few days, and he has such shooting results! His shooting feeling reminds me of you back then."

"Hehe, thank you for your love from the old platoon leader. I was not as good as this boy back then." Xu Fei, the company commander of the second company, smiled and said, "I have opened the back door with him. Look at the gun he has used."

Zhang Xuyi took a few rifles, looked carefully, and said in surprise: "What a good guy, it's not a 'eye sight'!"

"What I gave him was a problem with the sight, and the rifle was almost smoothed. He almost had a score of less than the nine rings." Xu Fei laughed and said, "So I said he was a natural shooter. This innate talent is not comparable to that of me, a person who relies on bullets,!"

Then he remembered something and said in confusion: "By the way, Political Commissar Zhang of the Division has been waiting here for three days. Do you want to see him..."

"No, you don't know. It is said that the one in his family gave a dead order and must dig the kid "cannon fodder" into the art troupe..."

Speaking of this, the two of them shook their heads together. Such a vanguard seed is so literary and artistic that it is so terrifying!

"Go and study it carefully. Treat it with special people. Don't use the old routine in the training plan. Don't delay such good seedlings!" Battalion Commander Zhang said earnestly: "If Bao Hui can practice this Red and Blue Army confrontation exercise in advance, it may be a sharp knife for us..."

While speaking, the two of them quietly avoided the hall and walked towards the command center. Suddenly, a roar came from the sound of the roar, which shocked the two of them.

"Zhang Xuyi, Zhang Heizi, stop for me, I'll see you!"

The two of them turned around and looked helplessly.

I saw a gentle and elegant colonel standing in the bathroom window regardless of his image, holding his pants and shouting: "Give me a message immediately, immediately, now, come to the conference room No. 3."

Xu Fei held back his laughter with a "buzz" sound.

Zhang Xuyi secretly kicked him and whispered: "You go first, hide Bao Hui immediately, I will hold him back. After our special training plan is released and presented to the teacher for approval, let him go and see someone..."

Xu Fei didn't know how Battalion Commander Zhang fooled Political Commissar Zhang. He ran away secretly and called Bao Hui over.

"What do you think these days?"

"Ah? I have to summarize again!" Bao Hui said distressedly: "It's nothing... Oh, by the way, there are some problems with the accuracy of many guns. The shooting accuracy is not very good. I checked it. There was a problem when it was manufactured and left the factory. It should be a defective product. There was also a gun with severe rifle wear, which should be an eliminated inventory. This time the work of collecting materials and out of the warehouse is a bit flawed..."

"Breaking..." Xu Fei smiled secretly and said, "Well, your opinion is very accurate. Then, this time, most of the matter is that our inventory management is incomplete and there are mistakes! As for me, some things cannot be left. Since you know it, I will leave them to you. Go to the warehouse to check them out, find out all the defective products and old goods, and have the confidence to complete the task!"

"Ah? I'll go!" Bao Hui was shocked by his last roar, and stood upright and said with a sense of urgency: "Yes! Ensure the completion of the task..." He took the certificate written by Company Commander Xu and went to the warehouse with trouble.

...

Finally, I finished my work in the warehouse.

"Thank you for your help these days." Bao Hui was very politely twisting a box of delicious drinks to several comrades in the rotating warehouse management.

"Cannon fodder, you are so polite! Next time you have something to do, just say it to me and some of you. Please be there on call!"

"Okay, then we'll make up. Haha..."

"Ha ha……"

"Cough cough..." A cough mixed with majestic meaning seemed particularly abrupt in the laughter of everyone.

"Standing at the sight! Salute!" Everyone stood up quickly: "Going!"

"Okay..." The person who came also stood attentively and looked casual, "Everyone, let's do it first, which is Bao Hui? You can keep it first!"

Others secretly patted his shoulders and asked him to be blessed.

"Long?" Bao Hui looked at the elegant and scholarly colonel with confusion.

"Oh, by the way, I am Zhang Zhiping, the political commissar of our 117th Division. Please call me Political Commissar Zhang." Political Commissar Zhang was very polite, not like he was here to find fault. "These days, I'm so busy because of you. Is there a home that I can't go back?"

"Ah? This..., I don't know... I'm sorry! Political Commissar Zhang..." Bao Hui didn't expect that he would complain first as soon as he spoke, and he didn't know how to deal with it.
Chapter completed!