C3 Old oil

Old Military Oil (1)

On the second day, the sun once again rose from the other side of the mountain, illuminating the tall post tower. Li Wu walked along the road in the camp, slowly heading towards the cookhouse under the morning glow. Although the distance was not far, the heavy backpack on his back still made him sweat profusely. Other than the military uniform and toiletries in the backpack, there were also a lot of books on command and combat. Among them, the one that Li Wu liked the most was still the《 Forest Special Operations Command》.

But at this time, Li Wu was not in the mood to think about the books he had brought out when he graduated from the military academy. He was concentrating on thinking about the things that Wang Tao had told him when he was packing up.

As Wang Tao helped Li Wu fold the military uniform and place it back into the marching bag, he seemed to be very serious as he jokingly said to Li Wu: "Wu Zi, although your second row is temporarily under my control, don't be too discouraged. It might be a good thing if you go to the cookhouse."

Li Wu threw his precious book into his backpack and said fiercely: "That's right, it's a good thing. Right now, you have to bring two rows with you.

Wang Tao, who had already been a Team Leader for two years, did not get angry even after hearing Li Wu's complaints. I mean, the Class monitor He in the cookhouse, he's been to the special forces before, the special combat skills in his head are much more useful than that stupid book of yours. Didn't you want to learn special combat skills? "

Hearing that, Li Wu became excited, he immediately put down the book in his hand, and pulled Wang Tao along with a face full of shock: "Really? Veteran He was a Special Forces soldier!? How come I've never heard of it? "

Wang Tao laughed sinisterly: "You want to know, I won't tell you if there's no benefits."

Li Wu immediately took out a cigarette and handed it over to Wang Tao. Wang Tao took the cigarette and looked at it, smiling as he put it back into his pocket: "Looks like I can't not say it, I've already sent it to China, hehe. The Class monitor He is the legendary figure of our Third Company! He used to be in the 3rd Company Battle Squad, like shooting, fighting, and all sorts of other classes. He performed exceptionally well in a year of military exercises, leading a squad to take over Blue Army's Command. At that time, the instructor of the Cang Lang Battle Team in the military sector had taken a fancy to him, and he had immediately joined the army to recruit him into the Ash Wolf Battle Team.

It was said that Old He was injured in a cross-border drug control mission and had to be transferred back to another profession. However, since Old He didn't want to leave the army, the Commander couldn't handle him, so he asked him to come back. He was arranged to be in the cookhouse and became a Cookmaster. "To be honest, I have wronged him..."

Li Wu kept his head down as he recalled Wang Tao's description of the old Class monitor He. At the same time, he imagined the scene when he reported to the Class monitor He. Usually, Li Wu only liked to shut himself in his dorm and read books when he had nothing better to do. It had already been over a year since he was assigned to Company 3, and he had not even seen what the Class monitor He looked like in the cookhouse.

He believed that Class monitor He must be more than 1.8m tall, with a full body full of muscles that could be trained through the years. On his sharp and clear face, there was a pair of handsome, broken sword brows, and under those broken sword brows, there was a pair of eyes that was filled with killing intent.

But when he arrived at the cookhouse and saw the legendary Class monitor He himself, Li Wu was dumbfounded.

The legendary Third Company Leader He Kai did not have the physique and handsome appearance that the special forces should have in TV dramas and novels. She did not even have a squared face, broken brows, or eyes filled with killing intent.

Instead, he had a full, simple, and round face with snow-white teeth that he always smiled at. When Li Wu arrived at the cookhouse, Class monitor He was wearing an apron around his waist, and the kitchen knife in his hand was quickly jumping about on the cutting board, slicing the potatoes into fine shreds.

Seeing Li Wu, who carried the shoulder badge of a first lieutenant and was running to be his assistant, Class monitor He raised his head and laughed honestly: "2nd Platoon, from today onwards, you will be my assistant. Quickly put your things away, after settling down and getting familiar with the environment, you can start working! Little Zhao, help me get the bag! " As he raised his head, even when his gaze left the chopping board, he did not see the Class monitor He's kitchen knife stop moving at all.

When they arrived at the cookhouse, Li Wu put the books and military uniform into the cupboard. Although he had been demoted now, he still took his backpack and folded the bean curd pieces that said "Flat four sides, exactly eight corners, flies gliding on it, mosquitoes flying on it" seriously, and didn't relax the slightest bit when it came to executing the order to the Ministry of Internal Affairs. After quickly folding the quilt, Li Wu walked quickly towards the kitchen.

At the same time, in Commander's office, Commander was seated at his desk, holding onto a cigarette in his hand, silently smoking. The instructor at the side looked at the documents on the desk and said coldly: "If Wassily dares to come back, we'll make him and his dog shit group completely disappear from this world."

The Commander slowly extended the cigarette in his hand towards the dark green ashtray on the table, shook off the ash on the cigarette, and said: "Our superior has already received intelligence from the internal investigators of the Wassily Group, and soon, Wassily will make his move. We have to be prepared for battle. "

The instructor turned around and walked to the window, looking at the post tower standing on guard not far away under the intense sunlight, and said: "Old Zhao, what kind of revenge do you think Wassily will take?"

Commander slowly exhaled the smoke in his mouth. "Increase the number of patrolling soldiers and the number of patrolling soldiers at the border. Take action as soon as the situation allows.

"Okay, I will arrange it immediately." The instructor paused for a moment and asked, "What about Li Wu? Do you really want him to be the vice-chairman of the cookhouse? "

Commander did not speak anymore, and just silently smoked the cigarette in his hand.

Old Military Oil (2)

When they arrived at the kitchen, Class monitor He was as straightforward as before as he gave Li Wu a task for the day: "The Warriors are about to return from the training ground to eat the food we made. Today's dishes are not considered rich, just a cabbage, a radish soup, a pot of meat, shredded potatoes, and fried vegetables. Li Wu, your job is to settle the issue of potatoes and radishes together with Little Zhao.

Li Wu was amused by the Class monitor He, "Yes! "I guarantee that I will complete the mission!"

Class monitor He patted Li Wu's shoulders and continued with his own things. Li Wu tied up his apron. Although he felt awkward, he still picked up the peeling tools and started peeling the skin off the potatoes.

Looking at how hard Li Wu worked, there were only a handful of completed potatoes, and he reckoned that he already had more than twenty in front of him. The cook, Little Zhao, smiled proudly. Li Wu was even more agitated, he threw the small blade in his hand away and stopped sharpening it. As he looked up in confusion, he saw that the tools in Little Zhao's hands were exactly the same as the tools he had used a moment ago. Li Wu opened his eyes wide in shock.

The Little Zhao carried a kitchen knife in one hand and a potato in the other. With a combination of his two hands, he sliced a few times, and finished sharpening a potato in less than ten seconds.

Seeing Li Wu's surprised and confused look, Little Zhao laughed and said: "2nd Platoon, from what the class monitor has taught, directly use the kitchen knife to cut faster, and control your strength better, and save time."

Li Wu picked up a kitchen knife, and just as he was about to give it a try, Class monitor He walked over and changed the potato in Li Wu's hand into a bigger radish: "2nd Platoon wants to practice this technique? The first step will be to start with the larger and easier to use radish. There will be no problem to peel the radish, then the potato will be peeled. "

Li Wu nodded and started to cut, but he could not reach the level of Class monitor He and Little Zhao who could use four blades, "Class monitor He, how did you think of this technique? This is a technical job. "

The Class monitor He smiled as he looked at Li Wu, his hands still quickly cutting vegetables. "I used to practice shooting like I was supposed to, assembling guns, and especially training in mines. It was quite useful, but he didn't expect it to be of use even now. "Also, since you've finished cutting vegetables, your mother-in-law will definitely like you in the future!"

Class monitor He's home was in the countryside, in his hometown, there was a custom. Before marriage, when his new son-in-law visited his mother-in-law's home for the first time, he had to go to the kitchen to cook. Whether the food cooked by the new son-in-law was tasty, and whether the knife technique used to cut vegetables was the standard for judging whether the new son-in-law was a good guy.

When Li Wu heard this, he froze for a moment. He no longer asked questions and started to peel off his skin seriously, Li Wu thought, no wonder Little Zhao who rarely touched his spear, always had higher results than some Battle Class Warriors every time.

He quietly played around with it for half a day, spending more time than the Little Zhao, peeling fewer potatoes and radishes than the Little Zhao, Li Wu, who was ashamed of his inferiority, walked over to the back of the Class monitor He. The Class monitor He moved so fast that he did not even need to look to cut the thin slice open.

"Class monitor He, how did you manage to cultivate this set of consummate skills?" Li Wu asked curiously.

Class monitor He continued to cut vegetables in his hands. Looking at Li Wu's dazed expression, he said, "Actually, if you want to practice shooting, cutting vegetables is more effective than continuously practicing with a spear. It can cultivate your heart, sense of your hands, and even gain self-confidence. "When I was in the special team, our Company Leader used cutting vegetables to train us … …"

Listening to the Class monitor He recounting his past experience, Li Wu picked up the kitchen knife at the side, and clumsily imitated the Class monitor He's posture of cutting vegetables, and also began to cut vegetables. Compared to Class monitor He, he was so weak that he actually never thought of practicing tactics and skills from these aspects.

The crisp sound of the lights being extinguished echoed throughout the camp. One by one, the lights in the dorms were extinguished. The soldiers who had been tired for the entire day began to have a short sleep, waiting for the next day's training eight hours later.

In the dining hall, a dark figure nimbly jumped through the half-open window of the kitchen. After the black shadow successfully obtained the potatoes and the radishes, it walked to the kitchen board, picked up the kitchen knife and began to chop the vegetables.

Outside the window, Class monitor He looked at the kitchen. Li Wu, who had become obsessed with the art of cutting vegetables, shook his head and smiled, then turned towards the dorm.

At the same time, Li Wu, who had sneaked into the kitchen to train hard, saw the radish and potatoes as thin as paper that was cut already in the pot. He felt that the Class monitor He was really well-hidden.

Maybe it was right to come to the cookhouse this time!

Old Oils of War (3)

It was another sunny morning, and everything was the same as usual. It was the same wake up sign, the same gathering, the same morning exercise.

For Li Wu, the only thing that was different was that he no longer needed to participate in morning exercises like before. Now, during this period of morning exercise, Li Wu's only mission was to steam the steamed buns, cook the porridge for the participating soldiers, and prepare the first meal of the new day.

Class monitor He focused as he rubbed the two jars that were as big as basketballs. Class monitor He put one in each hand and easily squeezed them into various shapes, throwing the dough into the air from time to time. Li Wu who was able to see through the trick also learned from Class monitor He's fluid movements, but his hands did not seem to have enough strength, it could not even after rubbing a few times.

Looking at Li Wu who was sweating profusely, Class monitor He gave a signature laugh. As he continued to play acrobatic with the big dough in his hands, he said to the exhausted Li Wu: "This is the first time don't make the dough too big, it's too big and the strength in your hands is still insufficient. If the dough isn't kneaded well, the steamed buns made won't taste good and your arms will still start to muscle, they won't even be able to pick up your chopsticks."

Li Wu painfully replied with a fake smile towards Class monitor He: "Class monitor He, I can do it, it won't be difficult for me with this little bit of dough …"

Seeing Li Wu strenuously fiddling with the two balls of dough, the two Class monitor He s who were slightly smaller immediately laughed, "If you work so quickly, you won't be able to get any results."

Li Wu ignored Little Zhao's and Class monitor He's laughter as he continued to practice Class monitor He's movements and knead the dough in his hands.

knew in his heart that the reason the Class monitor He was so amiable with his noodles was actually the same reason as cutting vegetables. They were all training their techniques, training the strength of their arms, the coordination of their arms, the endurance of their muscles, and their explosive strength. This would be of great help to both the projectile throwing and the fighting. This kind of effect was the same as lifting a barbell or pulling an arm.

Class monitor He was truly worthy of being called a complete soldier. Even in the cookhouse, he still had all sorts of unique training methods to prevent his skills from regressing. Li Wu thought as he continued to learn from Class monitor He and threw the two dough into the air.

Two hours later, outside the cafeteria, the soldiers who had finished their morning exercise began to sing in a deafening voice.

"If you want to be a man, you have to be a soldier first. If you want to be a soldier, you have to wear armor and go on a journey. The military uniform is my green life, the military song is my blue passion, the military flag is my red horn, the military army is my bright life … "

There was an old saying in the army: "Do not sing before dinner, it is not good to eat!" That is, before every meal, there would always be an inspiring military song. The deafening song could reflect the morale of an army and ease the weariness of the soldiers.

After the song was finished, the exhausted soldiers rushed into the cafeteria and began to eat their first meal of the day. Seeing Little Zhao add a different pickled radish onto his plate, Wang Tao said calmly: "I say Little Zhao, your cutting ability has returned to normal. Look at this, it's been sliced into a mess, what's going on?"

Little Zhao turned his head and looked at Li Wu who was still madly chopping vegetables, and said to Wang Tao in a low voice: "Today's radish was not mine, but 2nd Platoon's."

Wang Tao was amused when he heard it, "Then don't tell him his technique is too bad, otherwise he will definitely cut you apart!"

"2nd Platoon actually doesn't need to come to my place to be my vice-captain. This is indeed a bit of a waste of talent." Looking at Li Wu who was still madly cutting vegetables after training for an entire morning without sparing his life, Class monitor He revealed a rare serious expression, and spoke to the instructor beside him.

The instructor smiled at Class monitor He: "It's nothing, Old He. Since you have nothing better to do, why don't we let him learn some techniques from you. He might even have some uses for you in the future."

Class monitor He did not have the same smile as usual on his face, "Instructor, actually, from the day 2nd Platoon came to the cookhouse, I knew that he was highly valued by Commander. It's just that 2nd Platoon is too impatient and needs to hone his personality to become an artifact. The reason the Commander called him to the cookhouse was so he could learn some useful skills from me, right? "

The instructor patted Class monitor He on the shoulder: "You can also say that, looking at the various aspects of 2nd Platoon's qualities, from the last battle, he is indeed a good seedling. In the future, he will definitely become a qualified commander. However, they are still lacking in wrestling. They are too young and too full of spirit. They really need to undergo hardships in order to succeed. "

Class monitor He thoughtfully lowered his head, then raised his head again to look at the instructor. "But Commander knows, I can't do it.

The instructor looked at the slightly wrinkled Class monitor He: "Old He, giving Li Wu a chance, this is also giving yourself a chance. Let bygones be bygones, don't keep thinking, this will only make you unable to vent your anger. The wounds on your body. "I believe there's no problem …"

The Class monitor He looked at Li Wu who was still busy working in the kitchen absentmindedly. I'll do my best to take him along and teach him everything that's in my head. "

The instructor wanted to continue, but the clerk quickly ran over: "Reporting instructor! If something happens, Commander will tell you to go! "

After giving the Class monitor He a cigarette, the instructor hastily ran towards the company headquarters.