The story of the people around us who have the spirit of Lei Feng.

In the stuffy jar car, Xu Sanduo suddenly found himself sitting next to a fellow villager in the same village. In the evening, the monitor cheered with a sniffle and introduced that he would join an army with a long history.

Xu Sanduo woke up at dawn-the door was pulled open from the outside, and the thick tank barrel was almost shot in from the outside. Xu Sanduo reacted fastest, holding his hand above his head like a building block. Gao Cheng, the company commander outside the car, ran angrily: What's that soldier doing? Play the captive!

The life of the recruits is very fast. In three months, Xu Sanduo learned to kick and salute, ask for leave to report for duty, and also understood that mules or horses are extremely important in the barracks. The talent of the same village became a temporary class vice, but Xu Sanduo was called absent-minded, and the more afraid of making mistakes, the more mistakes he made. No, the company commander was talking about the new equipment of the armored reconnaissance company on the stage, and Xu Sanduo was whispering below, saying that he would memorize the company commander's words. But when the company commander asked again, he smashed the pot: What are you doing back? Xu Sanduo was beaming: Tell the company commander to remember it and write to my father. The company commander was so angry that he ordered each of them to copy the secret handbook three times!

Even some soldiers, leaving Xu Sanduo a few unpopular. The monitor said, why doesn't Xu Sanduo divide us into several classes? To tell the truth, this soldier is the most seriously trained in this group of soldiers. The company commander said, don't forget, our company is the sharp knife company of the whole regiment. The monitor can't talk.

Two cars pulled the recruits along the way and left Xu Sanduo at dusk. The instructor said, Here you are. Guarding the oil pipeline is a glorious and arduous task for the Red Third Company, the Second Row and the Fifth Class. In fact, this task is never bitter when it is bitter, and never tired when it is tired. Just two words: boring.

Xu Sanduo found the right thing to do. Every day, he runs and does exercises according to the timetable of XinBingLian. Although his movements are irregular, he does it doubly seriously. Clean up your five or six tricks when you are free, and then go out and aim at a certain point on the wasteland for half a day. Veterans who play cards and chat on TV all day watch him "stand out" and encourage the monitor Ma to reeducation through labor. The old horse ordered him to do something meaningful and pave a road between the houses around the barracks. It turns out there is no row here.

Xu Sanduo began to pave the road, first drawing lines, then turning over the soil for compaction, and then picking up various stones from the wasteland and splicing them into patterns. Everyone began to read his jokes, but this fool was bent on doing such a boring thing with amazing speed and quality.

The road extends from the dormitory to the oil pipeline, and the monitor Ma Lao secretly measured the repaired road-427 meters, which is the result of the silly boy's hard work in the wasteland for half a year.

The soldiers of the last five classes began to build roads, and then simply erected a flagpole on the road. HQ helicopter routinely patrols, usually flying far away, but it flies very close this day-this is a big event for Class Five. The soldiers waved happily, and the helicopter shook its fuselage, said hello politely and proudly, and flew away. Under the helicopter rotor, the five diameters of Class Five impressively form a striking five-pointed star shape.