The Yanqi base has been thoroughly purified, and the radiation level has dropped to a very safe level. This is the concept of replacing the soil and digging again. It doesn't matter even if you go out without protection.
But Shen Rusong insisted that everyone wear full chemical protective clothing, wear full-face gas masks, lead-lined vests, take potassium iodide lozenges, and run cross-country with their whole bodies wrapped tightly.
The new recruits naturally dressed quickly and stood there with their rifles with empty magazines. The two veterans put on their gas masks after a long time. Shen Rusong looked at them from the corner of his eye and stepped forward to give them a blow. Feet, scolded:
"Why are you two wearing them? The straps are not tight? What if the poisonous gas comes in?"
After that, Shen Rusong hugged his helmet and turned back and said: "There is no flat road in the ruins, and there is not even good air for you to breathe! The gas mask is your second life! If it is not fastened or tied firmly, it will be damaged instantly. The radiation is considered to be light, and I can still live for a hundred or more days. If it is stained with poison and ruins, I won’t be able to see the sun tomorrow!"
"Didn't the instructor of the recruit company say that?"
Shen Rusong punched the window of his squadmate, veteran Deng Feng's gas mask. The window, reinforced by a wire mesh, was intact, but the person behind him felt unnatural.
"Everyone! Run!"
With an order, the entire company crossed the barracks and ran cross-country along a specially left circular dirt road outside the base. This road happened to lead to the auxiliary camp. After the thaw, it was crushed by the carts that regularly transported supplies. Especially during the thaw period, it was so muddy that it was quite difficult to step in and pull out your feet, especially the harsh road environment in the wild.
Shen Rusong was at the end of the team, urging the recruits to maintain their formation speed and observing their reactions and physical performance.
Among the new recruits, the five volunteers were of better quality and were leading the way, while the other five conscripts were drafted for service and were lagging behind.
The revitalized military is divided into combat troops and infrastructure troops. There are subdivisions among the combat soldiers: volunteers and conscripts. The former will pass the selection of young combatants at the age of 12, receive enhanced military training from an early age, and receive additional food subsidies. Enlisting in the army at the age of 17 will enjoy half the allowances and benefits of conscripts, but the service period will be one year longer.
Compulsory soldiers, on the other hand, normally complete twelve years of national education and are called up to serve when they reach adulthood. In addition to monthly military training, they only have six months of recruit company training. They are inferior to volunteers in terms of physical fitness, military skills and even discipline.
Running with a gas mask on, or high-intensity cross-country running, is especially uncomfortable. The sparse air intake makes breathing difficult, and the head covering is in a rubber plastic tin box, which can make anyone feel tinnitus.
Shen Rusong has long been accustomed to wearing chemical protective clothing. Just kidding, during his three years of training at the military academy, he ran chemical protective clothing every other day. In the first year, he only took statutory holidays, not Saturdays and Sundays! Afterwards, during various military exercises and fire scene rescue operations, his old gas mask became patinated. There was a faint mark on his face and a dent at the base of his ear, all traces left behind after being there for a long time.
Shen Rusong sped up and ran to the front of the team, raised his hands and shouted: "Attention! Speeding up!"
After that, he swung his legs, stepped into the mud with his riding boots and quickly pulled them out, leading the whole class directly behind the front class 1, causing class 1 leader Zhao Haiqiang to curse and start to speed up.
After rushing for five hundred meters, Shen Rusong ran slowly and at a steady speed. He looked back at the volunteers who were still following him, retreated to the recruit closest to him, patted his shoulder and said:
"Li Hao, you take the lead."
The tall recruit shouted back: "Yes! Squad leader!" Then he ran faster and faster, as if competing, putting a greater distance between himself and the conscripts behind him.
Shen Rusong did not dampen their spirit. He returned to the panting conscripts with their helmets and guns crooked as they ran, and encouraged them: "Take off your mask after you finish this kilometer!"
During the armed cross-country trip, there were four bricks and a Type 80 caseless rifle stuffed in the backpack. They were hung on the back and would only get heavier the longer they ran. Shen Rusong did not lower their weight and shouted: "Do you want to throw bricks?"
Several people looked at each other, but no one made such embarrassing remarks first.
"Do you want?"
"If you don't say anything, I'll just keep it as it is!"
The riding boots with steel soles stepped into the quagmire, and half of Shen Rusong's calves were sunk in, but it did not affect his movements much. He balanced his body, changed his center of gravity, held the gun in one hand, and removed the poison filter canister with the other.
Just when Shen Rusong was about to shout out, the two veterans at the back of the team immediately emptied the bricks in their backpacks, took off their gas masks, and laughed with their big yellow teeth exposed.
Someone took the lead, and the one who was running almost to death raised his hand and reported: "Squad... monitor! I want it!"
Shen Rusong unloaded two bricks for him with a dark face, then grabbed his gun belt and said, "Yang Qi! Give me the gun!"
"Ah... no... no need, monitor."
"Aren't you tired? I'll get it for you!"
This brat named Yang Qi didn't dare to let go. Throwing away his gun was like losing his life. He had to keep the gun in his hand at all times.
In a hurry, Yang Qi staggered and fell into the quagmire. The brothers Liu Youde and Liu Youcheng beside him helped him up. The three of them supported each other and continued to move forward.
Shen Rusong still ignored the two thorns who were clearly trying to challenge the squad leader's authority. He just glanced at them coldly and abandoned them. He didn't say another word until he finished the race and returned to the base.
End the morning training and continue morning exercises.
The Yanqi Regiment is an infantry regiment specialized in street fighting and suppression. Except for the 1st Battalion, which is a mechanized infantry battalion, the 2nd and 3rd companies of the other three battalions are all combat engineer companies. Therefore, the drill code is also different from that of conventional infantry. It focuses on physical training. , tactical discipline, shooting and target shooting, you must also master special engineering equipment.
"This is heavy-duty water-cooled armor, bulletproof and explosion-proof. Once you put it on, you will be strong enough to kill a human-skinned wolf without a gun." Outside the armory, Shen Rusong took apart a set of pure black water-cooled armor. , start to explain the parts, spare parts and precautions.
"This is a liquid-cooled line that connects to the mezzanine fluid, which is pumped to various parts of the body."
"This is bulletproof armor, but we generally don't use this. This high-density padding can effectively prevent bites and claws."
"Before putting it on, you must put on suede underwear and padding, and pay attention to straightening it! I don't allow anyone to pick it here and there in the middle."
Everyone laughed lowly, and under the supervision of the ordnance officer, one person received a set of water-cooled armor and began to disassemble and assemble it. This is not to say that everyone will wear it in battle, but the tactics of combat engineers are largely based on heavily armed assault engineers.
In a street fighting environment, a standard combat engineer team consists of armored heavy assault troops, heavy shooters holding squad machine guns, riflemen assisting the machine gunners, and riflemen armed with rifle grenades.
The assault troopers wore heavy armor and were armed with shields and shotguns to clear the way to avoid direct combat with mutant beasts that were highly toxic and highly radioactive. The three men behind them threw modulated pheromone bombs to mask the smell, and accompanied the intrusion with continuous firepower.
"Compared to a gas mask, wearing this kind of welding helmet is more uncomfortable. Do you know what happens if someone makes a mistake in the military academy?" Shen Rusong picked up the huge level three assault helmet, which was so heavy that it could catch up with two steel helmets.
"Then wear this thing and run ten kilometers!"
In the morning, they were familiar with ordnance, had wheat rice and stewed meat for lunch, and in the afternoon they did physical exercise, carrying guns and hanging bricks, traditional arts.
Back in the barracks, Shen Rusong never said a word to the two veterans. Even if Deng Feng was the squad deputy, it didn't matter. The other recruits were not fools. They noticed that there seemed to be some problem between the squad leader and the squad deputy. After all, who was tired after a long day? They didn't have the energy to fart too much. They went to bed early, but no one paid any attention to them.
After three days like this, Shen Rusong couldn't bear it anymore when he saw these two idiots. Besides, he didn't want to create an atmosphere in his class where everyone was in danger.
After all, this is his class, the class he is about to entrust his life to, what is there to be particularly angry about?
On Friday, during the simulated street fighting training, Shen Rusong asked Deng Feng to lead a group. He led a group to fight. Needless to say, the result was that the defensive team he led directly disrupted the red side's offensive, and Deng Feng was hit with a rifle butt. Feng's forehead was buzzing.
Deng Feng is not an impulsive man, but he is a 1.8-meter strong man whose lower jaw was bitten off by a mutant beast in a battle and was later surgically replaced with artificial bone. He got up and took a long breath. Your breath makes all the joints on your body crackle and crackle, and your knuckles are as crisp as setting off firecrackers.
"I know how much you weigh, how can you be my squad leader if you are airborne?"
"When my squad leader died in Yanqi, where were you #%&@ feeding!"
Deng Feng patted his armband, his eyes were so red that they were about to bleed, and he roared: "I've made it clear, I'm going to fuck you up if I don't accept this, you little pretty face!"
He turned around and swept across the stunned people, pointed at Shen Rusong and shouted: "It's him! He's the only one who will lead us to the battlefield! No one will survive!"
"Then who can you bring to survive?" Shen Rusong shouted, stepping forward to stand in front of Deng Feng. The two of them seemed to be of equal height.
"1. I have been approved, appointed, and announced by my superiors. If you have any objections, please report to Platoon Commander Wang, one level at a time, all the way up to the company commander. If the superiors feel that I am not good enough, they will replace me!"
Shen Rusong stared into Deng Feng's eyes and said word by word: "I know who you are."
"Stab your head, make trouble, and disobey discipline. You want to put him in solitary confinement!"
"who do you think You Are!"
Shen Rusong roared, so close that spittle splashed onto the other person's face.
"Bang!" Deng Feng raised his head and bumped his forehead. He took two steps away from Shen Rusong and stepped forward to grab Shen Rusong's collar, but he restrained his wrist.
Shen Rusong allowed Deng Feng to withdraw his hand, but still stared into his eyes and said, "I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. If you have the ability, if you beat me up, I'll get out immediately!"
"But whoever loses, is imprisoned or lies down in the hospital, don't give a damn!"
Deng Feng immediately responded: "Okay."
"I have killed more mutated beasts than you have ever seen alive. I even stabbed several fucking bandit soldiers to death. Have you seen blood, boy?"
Another veteran, Qiu Tiejun, yelled at everyone to stand still and formed a circle to block the sight of other classes in this street fighting training ground.
Shen Rusong moved his neck, took off his fingerless gloves, and said disdainfully: "Killing the bandit army is also called a record? You know what kind of blood is on that thing of yours."
Deng Feng suddenly raised his head, with a clear sense of murderous intent and blood in his eyes. He stamped his thick-soled military boots on the ground. The ground trembled, a ray of green light flashed out, he closed the distance in an instant, and punched out in an instant!
