Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 533: Prosperity and Silence

"come on, come on, come on!"

"Come on, Captain Huang! Come on, Captain Huang!"

"Come on, Deputy Captain Liu! Come on, Deputy Captain Liu!"

"Come on, Qin Feng, Qin Feng...it's broken, Qin Feng is dying, Qin Feng has fallen down, hurry up and get some water, hurry up and get some milk..."

The two missing teeth stung Qin Feng so much that he almost died, and then he was helped down by someone.

At this moment, he only felt tears, snot and saliva mixed together and flowing down.

It's like the mouth can't be closed tightly.

Even after drinking two cartons of milk, the fire in my mouth couldn't be stopped.

Damn, why is this thing so spicy!

It’s spicy from the inside out!

Even being hit by two bullets on the battlefield has never been so painful!

Seeing Qin Feng's fever turn red due to the spiciness and he had to withdraw from the competition early, Huang Zhixiang stood up excitedly, made a Super Saiyan gesture, and showed an arrogant and presumptuous smile.

Then, when he was laughing so proudly, he was choked by the chili oil.

Then, he covered his throat and knelt on the ground in pain.

Looking at Huang Zhixiang, who was also being helped down with a crystal pendant hanging under his nose.

Qin Feng pointed at him, holding his stomach and laughing so hard that tears were about to come out.

"Laugh, what are you laughing at? You are a defeated general!"

Huang Zhixiang wiped his nose and used it as a weapon to wipe it on Qin Feng's clothes.

Qin Feng dodged it, but the unlucky guy behind him suffered the disaster without realizing it.

Meanwhile, the battle on the field continues.

At present, except for Qin Feng, Huang Zhixiang, and three other noobs who were eliminated, there are still fifteen people left fighting.

Zhao Pengfei's mouth was swollen from the spicy food. He turned his head to look at Li Jiasheng and found that Li Jiasheng was crying while eating.

Tears flowed down like a broken fire hydrant.

But based on the principle of losing the battle but not the war, Li Jiasheng has already torn open the fifth pack of missing teeth.

But when he looked at the bright red stuff inside, he couldn't open his mouth, as if he was eating poison.

He thought about his family, his comrades in the Steel Knife Company far away on the border, and finally his own Jubu area.

In the end, he put down the fifth bag and shouted, "I give up."

Soon, Zhao Pengfei, Fan Dalei, Long Tianye and others were defeated one after another.

Their mouths were all spicy like sausages, their faces were red and purple, and their whole bodies looked like they had just been pulled out of the water.

"Who the hell invented this?" Long Tianye looked at the toothless packaging bag in his hand, and his tongue felt like it was lost: "It's so fucking inhumane..."

The cafeteria was bustling with people, and everyone was cheering for the remaining warriors.

Just as squad leader Zhang said, this little game is indeed very popular.

It was almost effortless to push the festive atmosphere in the cafeteria to a climax.

Even the background music "Gong Xi Fa Cai" was a little unclear.

Life in the army is very monotonous.

It is for this reason that the happiness of soldiers is so simple.

Every special forces member is as happy as a child at this moment.

Although they did not participate in the spicy food eating competition, everyone truly shared the joy brought by the game.

Even when watching others eat, they can empathize with the food and secrete a lot of saliva, feeling the spicy sensation in their mouths.

"time up!"

Squad leader Zhang counted the seconds with his watch and shouted.

Ten minutes passed, and there were still two warriors holding on.

They are Liu Yan, the deputy captain of Dragon Claw. As a native of Sichuan and Chongqing, eating spicy food has always been her strong point.

The other one is Niu Xingwang, a student soldier who has little presence in daily life.

After an inventory, Niu Xingwang successfully won the championship of this competition with an impressive score of twenty-two packs.

It was only later that Qin Feng found out that this boy was actually from southern Jiangxi.

Southern Jiangxi is also the province in the country that can eat the spiciest food, no doubt about it.

According to him, he had to mix milk powder with chili powder since he was a child, otherwise it would have no taste.

Although this boast is outrageous, this guy's immunity to chili peppers is indeed terrifying.

After the game, Niu Xingwang received his two boxes of beer as rewards, and then he generously distributed them to Qin Feng, Long Tianye and others.

Because it is a completely alcohol-free unit, you are not allowed to touch it even during holidays.

Therefore, the amount of alcohol is quite limited, and it is considered to be drunk secretly.

However, at this time, it doesn’t really matter whether you are drinking a beverage or beer.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was very lively. Some people were so excited while eating that they just opened their mouths and improvised a song, which made everyone applaud.

On TV, the gala has already begun, but no one seems to be paying too much attention.

For young people, the significance of the Spring Festival Gala is to be there and serve as background music.

“The dumplings are out of the pot!”

Plates of steaming dumplings were served on the table, bringing the atmosphere to a climax.

The soldiers rushed over, and their chopsticks were like woodpeckers, quickly dividing up the large bowl of dumplings.

The dumplings here are very well made, with thin skin and big fillings.

There is one with leeks, eggs and shrimp, and one with pork and corn.

Looking at the dumplings in the bowl, Qin Feng inexplicably recalled last year's New Year's Eve.

At that time, they had just been transferred to a new base and had settled in not long ago.

It was just as lively, with just as many games played, and some people even stuffed chili sauce and mustard into the dumplings out of mischievous humor.

But in the end, no one got to eat the dumplings...

"hiss..."

Qin Feng suddenly felt something stuck in his teeth.

When he spit it out, he found it was actually a coin.

Huang Zhixiang's eyes widened immediately and he exclaimed, "Fuck! You actually ate it!"

Everyone stood up and looked at the somewhat dull Qin Feng with envy.

Then he remembered that in the north, people had the custom of hiding coins inside dumplings.

Eating this coin means good luck in the coming year.

Qin Feng wiped the coin that represented good luck with a tissue, and happily put it in his pocket with a smile on his face.

He has had enough good luck.

Take this coin back to Ge Zhiyong and the others.

At this moment, Qin Feng couldn't help but wonder, are the battalion commander and his men as lively as here at this moment, and are they also eating hot dumplings?

......

At the same time, in the cafeteria of a special training camp somewhere in the country.

The lights were dim and the atmosphere was cold and quiet.

Qi Meng, Lu Xiaoguang, Xu Tiancai and others wiped their mouths and put their bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Like a soldier ready for battle, he stood straight with a serious and cold expression.

Ge Zhiyong stood at the front and said sternly, "We've eaten the dumplings! This Chinese New Year is over for us!"

He glanced at the crowd and said loudly, "Now, everyone, leave a suicide note and write down what you want to say. In twenty minutes, we will gather to board the plane, so hurry!"

"Yes!"

Ge Zhiyong also leaned over the table and began to write a suicide note.

He used the tip of his pen to write three words on the first line of the letter paper.

——To Qin Feng