Chapter 53: Write poetry

The recruit who followed asked puzzledly, "Squad leader, which leader was the one who just passed by?"
"That's the hero you admire the most." The squad leader mentioned the word'hero' with a solemn expression. Xu Qigang is a rural soldier and has no identity. His current position is all based on his own ability.
The youngest commander of the entire military region, the idol and goal in the hearts of all young soldiers.
"Is it the head of the war wolf group?" The recruits danced excitedly, "Can I go in? Can I go in?"
Recently, the Wolf Warriors regiment has made a big splash in the entire military region. The designation has just come down, and the commander of the military region number one, two and three specially approved it.
Now all the scouts and top men want to enter the war wolf group.
"Don't even think about it, just do the logistics for your physical fitness!"
The jeep entered the bulletin board and was blocked by the bustling crowd.
Zhou Hong sat in the position of the co-pilot and glanced curiously, "What is written? So many people are watching? Wait, I'll go down and take a look."
Xu Qigang hasn't stopped, he has already ran down. Ten minutes later, Zhou Hong ran back with a weird expression.
At this time, the crowd had dispersed, and Xu Qigang launched the car's sharp eye knife to glance at Zhou Hong. "Go back 20 kilometers off-road."
"No?" Zhou Hongyi heard that his face collapsed at 20 kilometers, thinking of the content on the bulletin board, his eyes rolled and said: "Guess what I just saw?"
"Not interested." Xu Qigang said generously with three words of'charity.'
Zhou Hong directly ignored the three words'not interested', and said enthusiastically: "On the bulletin board is the review book of the girl who fell from the stage at the August 1 Art Show. It has 10,000 characters, beautiful handwriting and special content. It's funny, it laughs me to death."
Xu Qigang clenched his hands on the steering wheel unconsciously.
"Do you know what she said in the last sentence?" Thanks to the party and the people for their training, the leadership of the army, the indoctrination, and the love and mutual assistance of the comrades in arms. It has made my way forward not in the gloom and unable to find a direction, making my life full of rain and dew Sunshine and gratitude. I was born as a party member, and died as a party ghost. "Is this a poetry writer? I have seen a lot of people reviewing the nasty writing, no one is more nasty than her."
Zhou Hong admired him from the bottom of his heart. He is not as enlightened as she is engaged in ideological work. No wonder so many people watched, the words were bold, novel and bright, and the entire review book was completed in one go.
Even he wanted to dig into the regiment as a clerical instrument.
A gleam of darkness flashed in Xu Qigang's deep eyes, "Because of what was punished for writing a review book?" He cared more about the essence of things, and wanted to know why she was punished.
"The art performance was broken."
"It's not her fault." Xu Qigang is the king of soldiers, and his eyes are like reconnaissance planes. What happened on the stage, he couldn't hide from his eyes even if he didn't look at it.
Moreover, since Sheng Ning took the stage, his eyes have not been removed.
Suddenly, Zhou Hong smiled thiefly, "Hehehe... such a beautiful girl, naturally someone supported her. I heard that Shen Jianguo even went to Head Yang to talk to her.
Zhou Hong, a high-ranking cadre's child, is not a decoration, and there is no secret between each other in the same compound. Moreover, he has a gossip personality, and his greatest hobby is collecting information.
The jeep slammed the brakes, Zhou Hong got off the car temporarily and immediately went to the division commander's office and did not fasten the seat belt. Xu Qigang stepped on this foot and almost threw him out, bumping into a daze.
"Xu Qigang, what are you doing?"
"Arrived."
Zhou Hong looked up and saw that he was at the division office building. He was busy talking and didn't look at the way.