Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 121 He is a good soldier, but I am not a good squad leader

"Hey, you're recovering well? You can even sit up!"

"If you want to eat oranges, just press the call bell and ask the nurse to come."

Ge Zhiyong picked up the orange with a smile and put it back on the bedside table.

Bi Yuan, who came with them, was carrying a fruit basket with a smile on his face.

"Company Commander, Instructor, I won't salute you in this state."

Zhao Pengfei tried to get up from the bed, but was immediately pinned down by two people.

"You injured person, what are you doing up?"

"Besides, if we have to salute, we're the ones saluting you!"

After saying that, Ge Zhiyong kicked Bi Yuan.

Bi Yuan reacted quickly and pushed his glasses with a smile.

"Yes, yes, it's us who should salute you!"

"After research and discussion by our superiors, and in view of Comrade Zhao Pengfei's outstanding performance in the operation, we have decided to award you a Second Class Medal of Merit!"

After saying that, Ge Zhiyong took out a small wooden box from his arms.

Put the second-class medal of honor inside on Zhao Pengfei's chest.

"Come, salute the hero!"

The two of them straightened their chests and saluted Zhao Pengfei who was lying on the hospital bed.

Looking at this extremely exquisite second-class medal of honor, a smile immediately appeared on Zhao Pengfei's face.

After serving in the army for so long, this is the first time he has made such a great contribution.

In peacetime, it is not easy to achieve merit.

A second-class merit is enough to show his efforts and contributions.

"Thank you, company commander and instructor, and thank you for the recognition from the organization!"

"Your reward isn't just this, there's more!"

Ge Zhiyong said with a smile: "When you return and are discharged from the hospital, the new recruits will be assigned to their companies."

"When the time comes, I'll transfer you to our logistics department to work as the quartermaster for a while so you can get your health back in shape."

"You know what the logistics staff are like. They drink milk like water every day, and the meat, only the leftovers are ours."

"Furthermore, based on your heroic performance this time, the division commander has specially approved a two-level salary increase for you, allowing you to enjoy the benefits of a deputy company commander."

"This is a blessing in disguise, kid. You've made a killing! Your benefits are almost as good as mine!"

"Company Commander." Zhao Pengfei lowered his head and touched the medal, pursing his lips and revealing a complicated smile.

"I accept this second-class merit, but I won't accept anything else."

"What do you mean?"

Ge Zhiyong's face froze and his smile disappeared instantly.

Zhao Pengfei looked up at him and said seriously, "Company Commander, Instructor, you don't have to hide it from me. I've already asked the doctor."

"The massive blood loss, coupled with the low temperature, caused severe motor nerve damage."

"My hands right now can't even pick up an orange, let alone change the channel with the remote control. So, I don't want this charity..."

"Why is it called alms? Who told you it's alms? Huh?"

Ge Zhiyong immediately became furious: "The position of company chief steward is only temporary. You are injured now and need time to recover! Once you recover, can't you still return to the team and be promoted as usual?"

Zhao Pengfei smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Company Commander, this is not my first day in the army, so don't lie to me with such words."

"The army is a big machine. There is no reason for it to stop and wait for anyone, let alone actively adapt to you."

"I know that our division is about to start a new round of disarmament. People like me will definitely be on the disarmament list."

"I don't want to be the quartermaster, and I don't want people to criticize me and ask how a loser like me can have the nerve to stay in the army."

"If anyone dares to say that, I will tear his mouth apart!" Ge Zhiyong immediately raised his voice by an octave.

A nurse came in at the door and wanted to ask him to speak more quietly, but he almost scolded her out.

Bi Yuan also persuaded him: "Zhao Pengfei, everyone knows that you are a hero and that you were injured in battle."

“There will only be people who admire you, no one will laugh at you, and no one will look down on you.”

Zhao Pengfei clenched his fists and growled, "But I will look down on myself!"

His eyes suddenly turned red: "Captain, after so many years, you should know what kind of character I am."

"I worked hard for ten years to get promoted and stay in the army."

"I don't know how many sandbags were broken, and how many sheets of Thousand Layer Paper were torn."

"Why have I given so much? Isn't it just to compete with myself and realize a dream?"

"In the end, I couldn't even join a combat unit and could only work in logistics. What's the point of being a soldier?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Ge Zhiyong was furious, with veins throbbing on his forehead.

"I'm telling you, Zhao Pengfei, I won't allow you to give up on yourself like this!"

"Where's your pride? Where's your pride? You came in third in the division fighting competition!"

"You can't get over such a small setback. Do you still look like a soldier now?"

Ge Zhiyong scolded him a lot, and Bi Yuan also tried to persuade him for a long time.

But Zhao Pengfei seemed to have lost his soul and didn't hear a single word.

For him, even if he has made great contributions and even if he has contributed a lot to the army.

However, he also did not want to cause trouble to the troops, nor did he want to receive their mercy and pity.

In fact, Zhao Pengfei had already consulted the doctor these days.

The answer was that the chances of a complete recovery were very slim.

This means that even if he really spends a lot of time doing rehabilitation exercises, it may all be in vain in the end.

Zhao Pengfei loves the army and wants to stay here more than anyone else.

But he also understood that the army was a fast-paced place.

Staying here in my current body will only cause trouble to everyone.

His self-esteem made him too embarrassed to stay in the army.

"Say something, I've said so much, you should at least express your opinion?" Ge Zhiyong's throat was smoking, but he still stared at him closely.

"If you're not happy with it, Chief Steward, I'll think of a way later. You can stay in the 402nd Regiment as a staff officer!"

Bi Yuan looked at him in shock.

Aren't you talking nonsense?

That position was obviously reserved by the Chief of Staff for Qin Feng.

Besides, the staff positions are all military officers, not non-commissioned officers.

But now, in order to appease Zhao Pengfei, Bi Yuan could only nod and draw up the pie first.

"Yes, whether it's your Sixth Company or the 402nd Regiment, as long as you have a position you want to do, just ask and we will find a way for you."

"When the time comes, you can work for a while. Once you recover, it will be no problem for you to be promoted to a military academy."

Seeing the two people's anxious concern, Zhao Pengfei smiled instead.

"Company commander, instructor, please stop trying to persuade me."

"After all these days, I have thought it through clearly. I have decided to retire."

"Grass!"

Ge Zhiyong punched the end of the bed, causing the iron railings to buzz.

There was also a large red patch on his hand, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

Ge Zhiyong turned his back and his eyes were suddenly covered with mist.

He really loves his soldier and is reluctant to part with this good soldier.

I have paid so much and worked hard for so many years.

He was about to be promoted, but then this damn thing happened.

Ge Zhiyong now really wanted to find those mischievous college students, hang them up one by one, and whip them with a whip dipped in chili water.

If it weren't for this incident, I wouldn't have encountered the militants, let alone suffered such serious injuries.

At any other time, getting a second-class merit is something to be very happy about.

But in this situation, this credit has become a pinch of salt sprinkled on the wound.

"I'm telling you, I won't approve your application for demobilization!"

"As long as I don't approve it, don't even think about deserting or leaving!"

After saying this, Ge Zhiyong strode out.

He really couldn't stay here any longer; he was afraid his emotions would get out of control.

I was even more afraid that I would be soft-hearted and agree to Zhao Pengfei's ridiculous decision.

Because he knew better than anyone how painful and uncomfortable Zhao Pengfei must have felt when he made this decision.

"Company commander!"

Ge Zhiyong had just walked to the door when he was suddenly stopped by him.

Zhao Pengfei made a bitter plea: "Don't tell Qin Feng about this, I'm afraid he can't accept it. He is a good soldier, but I am not a good squad leader."

Ge Zhiyong's tears fell down in an instant.

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

"If you want to say it yourself, I don't have the time!"

After saying that, he opened the door and prepared to go out.

But as soon as the ward door was opened, Qin Feng was seen standing outside.

Standing next to him was Zhu Huihui, with a complicated expression on her face and a bouquet of flowers in her hands.

Ge Zhiyong looked flustered, with surprise in his eyes: "You, how long have you been standing here?"

Zhu Huihui sighed: "How long you guys chatted is how long we stood there..."

[No prizes for guessing: Will the squad leader retire or stay? Will Qin Feng let him go?]