My general

According to the normal life in the military camp, I get up at [-] o'clock every day, raise the flag at [-] o'clock, have breakfast at [-] o'clock after the exercise, and then start the day's activities.From [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] pm is lunch and lunch break, the flag is lowered at [-]:[-] pm, dinner is at [-]:[-] pm, free time after dinner, and then the lights are turned off at [-]:[-] pm.

The sanitation facilities of the 50th and 3000th regiments are extremely simple. The shower cart can only bathe about [-] people an hour, and the toilet cart has limited operating capacity, but it is shared by nearly [-] people from the two regiments.Theoretically speaking, the [-]th and [-]th regiments of the Constitution should inevitably have conflicts over the limited sanitation facilities.But on the second day in the barracks, the colonel discovered the subtle harmony between the [-]th and [-]th regiments.

On the first day at the barracks, the colonel spent almost all his time dealing with the commander of the horse, and then packed his luggage, and it was almost time to turn off the lights.The next day, before the alarm clock rang at six o'clock, the colonel was woken up by his own biological clock. After getting dressed, he found that the entire barracks was quiet, only the wind blowing by the sea made the flag on the flagpole flutter—no It has been hoisted, but it has never been lowered at all. The knotted part of the flag-raising rope has become a mess. Even if it needs to be untied, I don't know where to start.

The time on the Portal shows six o'clock sharp, and the sound of getting up and moving can be heard one after another in the 06th Regiment of the Constitution next door, and the 30th Regiment is still quiet.The colonel simply stood under the flagpole on the playground, waiting to see when they would get up, until [-]:[-], there was still no movement in the camp of the [-]th regiment, but the non-commissioned officers of the [-]th regiment next door began to lead soldiers around The morning run in the camp, the high-morale greeting sounded like a slap on the colonel's face.

The colonel resisted the urge to go to the dormitory to lift the quilts one by one, and waited until seven o'clock. The [-]th regiment next door had already started raising the flag, and the cooking team of the [-]th regiment had just woken up. Those who were a little more polite said hello casually, and more people directly used the colonel as a flagpole, walked past him without seeing him, and slowly began to prepare breakfast.

At 07:30, people from the [-]th Regiment finally woke up one after another, some even came from the [-]th Regiment of Xian.If it hadn't been for knowing that the Quartermaster asked the five warrant officers of the [-]th Regiment to spend the night on luxury yachts, and some of the people who returned from the [-]th Regiment slept in tents in the dormitory, it would be hard for the colonel not to suspect that those few officers in the [-]th Regiment The nineteenth regiment stayed overnight to take advantage of the warrant officers' girls.

At eight o'clock, the camps on both sides began to have breakfast together. Finally, someone came to greet the colonel, but the person who greeted him obviously thought he was standing there stupidly because he couldn't find where the canteen was, and he was embarrassed to ask, not to supervise.The only thing that pleased the colonel was that the dishes and taste of the officers' canteen were not necessarily better than those of the soldiers' canteen. It seemed that no special treatment was given to the officers.

"He can really eat it." The sergeant put his hands on the shoulder of the cooking squad leader, and saw that the colonel was eating without even frowning. "Did you do what I said?"

"Of course I did." The cooking squad leader searched in the kitchen, took out a white sausage and handed it to the chief officer, "This is the batch, I made it together, you can try it yourself."

As soon as the Master Chief took a bite, he hurriedly spit it out: "Did you put shit in it?"

"It's just a little strange seasoning, it won't kill you. I still have a bit of professional ethics as a chef, okay?" The cooking squad leader whispered, "I heard that Elliott's cooking is very bad, why don't you let him to do it?"

The Master Chief thought about it, and felt that it was not worth it to have a conflict with the quartermaster over such a trivial matter, so he patted the shoulder of the cooking squad leader and thought of another way.