Entertainment life from early spring

Yeoncheon-gun, Gyeonggi-do

This place in the interior of the continent has not yet received the blessing of the autumn wind. On the vast alluvial plain, the sun continuously provides heat to the earth, seemingly intending to squeeze out every trace of moisture in the air and bake everything on the surface until crispy.

At this time, the dense woods have become an obstacle to heat dissipation. The water constantly released from the leaves and trunks makes the air sticky and humid, and the sweat cannot evaporate smoothly, so it cannot take away body heat.

Being fully armed and on duty in this kind of weather is undoubtedly a physical torture.

Bang——

"Ah! Xiba! Why do you want me to take over in this weather? It's not clear what we have to wait for."

The roaring and banging sounds coming from the guard box made the bodies of the four soldiers standing guard on both sides of the road tremble suddenly.

"This damn post doesn't even have an air conditioner! Where did the annual funding go? Damn these bastards who only know how to suck people's blood!"

The scolding continued, and one of the more courageous soldiers quietly turned his head, turned his gaze to the guard box, and looked in through the viewing window.

The constantly shaking soles of military boots covered half of the window. From the other half of the window, a male soldier with short hair could be seen sitting crookedly on a chair, his legs crossed, and the camouflage hat that should have been worn on his head was held in his hand.

He acted as a fan and kept fanning. He kept waving his hands, but the breeze brought by it was not enough to dispel the humidity and heat around him. Sweat continued to break out from his forehead, and his heart was unbearably hot.

Swinging his legs, he swept all the cups on the table to the floor. He opened the door with his hand, tilted his head and shouted toward the door: "Hey, Toy Soldier No. 3, come in."

Hearing the shouts coming from the guard box, the two people on the same side of the guard box immediately cast their eyes with pity and sympathy to the opposite side, and the narrow eyes of the soldier they were looking at suddenly widened, almost staring at the bloodshot eyeballs.

It had to protrude; the wings of the nose expanded, pulling the upper lip to expose half of the front teeth, the throat kept moving up and down to swallow the saliva, and the whole body could not stop trembling.

"Ah?! Can't you hear it?!!"

Soldier No. 3, who was summoned, heard the scolding and knew that it was best to step forward as soon as possible, but he could not move his thigh muscles to take steps.

When the soldier on duty next to him saw this, he quickly pushed him on the shoulder, and then he staggered forward a few steps. He turned back and glanced at his teammates gratefully. He slung the gun belt tightly on his shoulder, then straightened his back and arms.

He straightened up and walked to the door of the guard box as if he was going to die.

He moved the tense muscles on his face, and with fear, he said in a trembling voice: "Private, Park Can-ho."

"Ah, Toy No. 3, why did it take you so long to come here?" The short-haired man put down his crossed legs from the table, spread his legs, raised his head and raised his chin, "It seems that the daily training is not enough. Come in.

!Squat down!”

Without saying a word, Park Canhao obediently leaned the K2 rifle against the door, stepped into the post, and followed the order to retreat on one leg and squat at the door.

"It's not squatting at the door, it's squatting over here." The short-haired man kicked Park Canhao on the shoulder, knocked him to the ground, and then pointed with his toes to the place next to the table that was full of porcelain cups and broken glass, "

Go pick up all the pieces over there."

"Yes!" Without enough time to brush off the shoe prints on his shoulders, Park Canhao stood up and walked to the debris. He began to pick up larger pieces of debris on the ground and threw them into the trash can next to him.

The short-haired man glanced at Park Canhao, who had his back turned to him, rolled his inverted triangular eyes, and moved his body sitting on the chair to the edge of the chair, then raised his legs very naturally and put his feet on Park Canhao's back.

Park Canhao, who was picking up the pieces, hesitated. He tried to stand up with strength in his waist and legs, but as soon as he raised his head, he felt a pain in the back of his head. He reached out and touched the newly scabbed scar on the back of his head, which was the size of a nail cap.

The pain in my mouth followed, and it turned into a choking cough.

Feeling that Park Canhao's movements paused for a moment, the short-haired man pressed his legs down hard, "Don't stop, keep picking up."

It wasn't until the other party knelt down on one knee that he relaxed his strength, folded his arms in front of his chest, shook his head and said: "Senior, I am not deliberately trying to embarrass you, but only under such circumstances can your will become stronger.

.How can you fight those beasts in the north if you can't bear these little things? Right?"

"Yes." Park Canhao responded in a low voice.

The short-haired man lowered his legs a little further: "Answer louder!"

"yes!"

Park Canhao's cry, with veins popping out on his neck, made the short-haired man nod with satisfaction. He turned sideways and looked out the window, and asked loudly again: "You guys, do you understand?"

"Understood!" X3

The neat replies from several people made the short-haired man satisfied, and the strong sense of satisfaction passed by like drizzle, alleviating the heat in his heart.

He put the legs on Park Canhao's back back on the table, leaned back and tilted the stool, relying only on the two stool legs behind him for support, twirling his hat with his fingertips, and humming a pop tune in his mouth.

It's as relaxing as being on vacation.

"Gee Gee Gee..." The short-haired man closed his eyes and recalled the scenes in his collection of Blu-ray discs in his mind. He raised his eyebrows frivolously, put his tongue against his teeth, exposed the tip of his tongue and licked his upper lip, "Ah... I really want to

See them with your own eyes. It would be great if they could come to express condolences to our troops. If they can’t all come, Yu Li can also come.”

As if in response to his words, the roar of car engines could be heard faintly in the air. Several people outside the guard box stepped forward and looked towards the end of the road. Several KM250s in forest camouflage were rushing towards them from a distance.

The short-haired man also reacted immediately. He immediately stood up and looked out the window. When he saw the old trucks raising smoke and dust, he hurriedly greeted: "Get ready in line! Vehicle inspection!"

Then he lowered his head and straightened his hair, put on his camouflage military cap, and whispered in a low voice: "It can't really come - if it's so smart, I would rather choose to retire early."

By the time several people, including the short-haired man, hurriedly arranged their clothes and prepared the necessary supplies and weapons, the vehicle had already stopped in front of them.

The short-haired man was about to step forward to make a routine inquiry when the front passenger door of the KM420 jeep opened before him. A man in combat uniform walked down, his eyes swept across the five people on both sides of the road, and then walked straight

Came to the short-haired man.

"Corporal, Jin Canyu, on a dispatching mission." He saluted the short-haired man in front of him, and then handed over a document with a stamp and number. "The order and number have been notified to you in advance and calibrated. Please let me go."

The short-haired man caught a glimpse of the epaulette with a golden flower holder and a single corner bar on the opponent's shoulder. His shoulders suddenly slumped a lot. He took the document handed by the opponent with both hands, flipped through it briefly, lowered his head and exclaimed: "Tsk, I thought it was true.

It’s over..."

"Is there any problem? Military Police Commander Zhai Ming." Jin Canyu frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Our squadron leader is still waiting in the car. You and I don't want him to come down in person to urge you, right?"

Zhai Mingxian's heart suddenly beat rapidly, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

"No, there's no problem." He glanced at the number on the document for the last time, waved to the other four people to let them go, then knocked his heels hard and straightened his back, "Long live."

"Long live." Jin Canyu returned the greeting and quickly got into the car and closed the door. When the car drove out of the guard post and the figure who kept wiping sweat with his hat disappeared in the rearview mirror, he opened the glove box and put the documents back.

"You handled it well." The man in the back seat who looked like he was 30 years old suddenly said, "To treat subordinates, you need to be kind and powerful at the same time, and let them know where they should be."

Jin Minhao had a sullen face, put his hands on his thighs, and leaned forward slightly, "Nai, Kangsa Hamida."

"When we get there, I'll take you to meet my old friend. His daughter prefers SHINee now..."