"Made, these bastards."
Zhao Lifei stood at the meeting point, raised his left hand to check the time, put his right hand on his waist and shouted: "It's more than seven laps of three kilometers, can you run for thirty minutes?"
"You use the basin when you eat, and you use the crawler when training for running?"
"I have been a soldier for so many years, and I have never seen soldiers worse than you."
"Go, stand at attention and rest for ten minutes to relax. Then do another three kilometers. If you can't run for twenty minutes, don't eat tonight. It's a waste of food."
I wiped it...are you still here?
Chen Ming grinned and stood up from the grass.
He had finished running three kilometers long ago, so he sat on the grass and rested for a while in advance.
He wanted to end the training early, but his teammates didn't help.
The squad leader didn't care whether the first person met the training standards, he only focused on how long the last person took.
Even if he is a Scud or a Hulk, it is useless. If his comrades do not meet the training standards, he will be punished.
Just now, the squad leader asked him to be the vanguard. Relying on the stimulation of the reminders that kept ringing in his mind, he ran for three kilometers and beat the second place by a lap, which made the squad leader look green.
It took him just over thirteen minutes to complete the entire race. Ma Dazhu, who was second in the race, also completed the three kilometers freehand ahead of schedule due to his tall body and long legs. He was resting with him at this time.
The two of them had finally rested, while the other recruits in the group who had just finished running didn't even have time to rest.
Then he had to stand in a military posture again.
Chen Ming didn't care. He came to the grass and continued to stand.
Ten minutes flew by.
Zhao Lifei came over, glanced at everyone's expressions, and said in a low voice: "Have you all rested?"
"Come on, continue, divide into two columns. Chen Ming, you will be the leader of the left column, and Ma Dazhu, you will be the leader of the right column."
"I'm telling you, you don't have to be shy in front of me. I'm better than you at this."
"Look at each of you, ah, do you still look like a soldier? You are not standing like a standing person, or not sitting like a sitting person. You are still expected to go to the battlefield. Why, by dealing magic damage, are you planning to make the enemy laugh to death?"
"Go and train for another three kilometers. As I said before, if you can't run for twenty minutes, keep training. Don't even think about having dinner."
"The time I gave you is plenty. You can't find a squad leader who is as easy to talk to as me."
"As an artilleryman, it's embarrassing to be as weak as you."
"What else are you looking at? Let's go."
.......
In the next round of three kilometers, the recruits ran even more unbearably than before. Many of the recruits did not want to say anything about being tortured, so they just ran with their heads down.
While running, Chen Ming turned his head to look at the status of others and said loudly: "Brothers, running requires breathing. Try your best to adjust."
"Don't use your chest to exhale and inhale vigorously. Breathing like this will cause your shoulders to rise and fall unconsciously, which will consume your energy."
"Breathe from the belly, exhale every three steps, inhale every three steps, find a good rhythm, let's work hard to complete the task, I think we can take a rest."
"No...I can't do it...Brother Chen, if you can run, you'd better run in front...I'm going to be dizzy...my limbs are weak...I feel like I'm too milky and nothing can be done." .”
Wang Shuaibing followed him panting, feeling like he was almost exhausted.
"What are you doing? Even if you don't let me take a lunch break, I won't let you rest after running. I really can't stand it anymore. I want to go home. I don't want to be a soldier anymore."
In the team, the mood of the recruits is getting worse and worse, and they can't stand it any longer.
Other classes are still practicing their formation, but their side is the most difficult. They are all complaining about their inner imbalance and leg pain and weakness, and have no fighting spirit at all.
Chen Ming turned to look at Zhao Lifei distressedly. This guy was still sitting at the door of the training ground. As the squad leader, he neither ran with the team nor paid much attention to their running situation.
Judging from the current state of the recruits, if they continue to practice, they will be useless sooner or later.
It's impossible for the squad leader to be unclear.
The company commander, instructor, and Jiang platoon, who usually wandered around the training ground, were nowhere to be seen at this time.
A bit abnormal.
Chen Ming was deep in thought when Wang Shuaibing, who was behind the team, suddenly lost his left leg and collapsed to the ground with a "plop".
The distance between the two columns was too close, and he fell. Wen Junchao, who was next to him, was also knocked to the ground. The two simply collapsed on the ground and could not get up.
"I can't stand it anymore. I really can't stand it anymore. I can't get up. I really don't have the strength. Brother Chen, you should be okay. Just keep running. Don't be affected by us."
"I won't run away either. I'm too bullying. How can I train like this?"
The entire queue stopped because the two men fell. Chen Ming turned his head and looked in the direction of the squad leader. Zhao Lifei was still resting, as if he hadn't seen what was going on here.
Abnormal indeed.
Chen Ming's heart moved, and he probably knew what was going on. He reached out and took off his belt and handed it to Wang Shuaibing.
"Come on, hold on. Obedience to orders is the first priority for soldiers. Since the squad leader has given the order, we must complete the three kilometers. If we are tired, we must persevere."
"Brother Chen..."
"Hold on, get up."
Chen Ming's voice was not loud, but he was firm.
Wang Shuaibing shouted "Brother Chen, Brother Chen" all day long, and there was no way he would leave him.
Including other recruits, Chen Ming also did not intend to give up.
Because he just thought of something, which is called teamwork in sports schools, but in the army it should be called: don’t abandon, don’t give up.
In the training in sports schools, if the students cannot understand the concept of "teamwork", the coach will keep repeating the same request until they are forced to learn teamwork.
The same should be true for the troops. If they cannot learn the lesson of "unity", they may not be able to pass the test today.
"Brothers, if you have the strength, run with me. If you don't, just say something and I will pull you. Come on, Old Wen, hold on to your belt."
"Isn't it just eight laps? We can't let other classes look down on us. Come on."
Chen Ming's decision directly affected Ma Dazhu.
This Shandong man, with a strong physique, is a man who lives at the foot of Mount Tai. He still has some strength left. When he saw Chen Ming helping others, he also took off his belt, took Wen Junchao's hand away from Chen Ming's belt, and grabbed holding his belt.
"Come on, brother, Chen Ming is right, it's just eight laps, don't worry, we could finish the last round in more than 20 minutes, and we can't do much worse in this round."
"Come." Chen Ming and Ma Dazhu jointly invited.
Under the leadership of the two of them, some of the new recruits were actually a little reluctant, but in this situation, they were really embarrassed to mess up any more.
The whole squad works together, and the physically fit soldiers pull the soldiers in front who can't run away.
Taking turns, the first few laps were fine and we could barely maintain the formation.
When he got to the back, his physical energy was completely exhausted. Chen Ming couldn't pull him anymore, so he could only push the other recruits from behind and run forward.
Atmosphere is transferable.
Many recruits had red eyes at this time, and began to understand the responsibilities of wearing military uniforms in a true sense.
Because they are soldiers, the pain they endure needs to be proven with actions, not just slogans.
Military personnel bear the responsibility of protecting the homeland and the country, building national defense and resisting foreign enemies.
If they don't suffer this kind of hardship, more people will suffer more.
The team led by Chen Ming was like a magnet on the training ground, attracting the attention of all the classes.
Although these people walked hard and staggered, no one laughed at them, and some even couldn't help shouting while practicing the formation.
"Come on, come on class one."
"We're almost at the finish line, come on."
Five hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters...
The finish line is so close!
Chen Ming didn't remember how many people he pulled or pushed.
It’s even less clear how many times he lifted people up from the ground.
Anyway, we're almost at the end.
The squad leader, Zhao Lifei, has been quietly watching this scene of mutual help.
Chen Ming actually guessed well. If no one finishes the first three kilometers for the first time, he chooses to rest.
Maybe there won’t be a second three-kilometer run. At most, after everyone finishes running, they can do fifty push-ups to relax.
But if someone completes it ahead of schedule, they must understand a truth.
That is the first lesson of being a soldier: never give up, never give up.
In the end, all the recruits arrived at the finish line.
Zhao Lifei stood up, took off his watch and stuffed it into his pocket.
Arriving in front of the team, he looked at the recruits who were helping each other to stand up and prepare to stand at attention.
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Not bad, very good, you did it in twenty minutes."
"Go and rest. There will be no training arrangements before dinner."
