Thousands of people lined up to participate in the competition. The judging line was too long. Chen Ming and the others were at least one kilometer away from the front of the line. It took more than a minute before it was their turn to start running.
"Fuck you." Wei Chongchong stood on tiptoes, looking at the countless heads in front of him, grinning.
"This is too unfair. With such a long distance, you can run easily in the front position and get into the state quickly at your own pace. What are we doing? If we run two steps and take one step slower, our rhythm is disrupted."
"A strong person will not complain about the environment."
Wang Shuaibing put on a lousy look and shook his head deeply: "Old Wei, your complaining still shows that you can't train well. You should ask the squad leader to arrange more five-kilometer training for you."
"Look at Brother Chen, how stable he is."
"I'm going to suck at your overnight tea." Wei Chongchong stood on his head and looked at Wang Shuaibing with extreme contempt.
"I can't train well? You're the last one in the physical fitness test in the class, how dare you blame me?"
"Tch, what are you talking about?" Wang Shuaibing yelled, holding his neck: "It's disgraceful for me to be in last place, but it's honorable for you to be second to last?"
"Then I'm a level better than you."
Chen Ming felt a little baffled when he heard the two of them bickering. The two of them were supposed to be at odds with each other and could argue in any situation.
However, at this time, he did not want to participate in their "fight".
Wang Shuaibing is indeed the last in the physical fitness test of the first class, but this does not mean that he is not good.
After all, Class 1 is the class with the most stringent requirements in the entire company. Even if it is ranked last, it would still be considered quite good in other classes.
This has something to do with the various weird rules of the squad leader.
For example, Ma Dazhu, who is second only to Chen Ming in the physical fitness test, according to estimates, is very likely to break into the top 300 in this extreme weight-bearing running subject.
If class one can occupy two of the top three hundred places, I guess the class leader will be very happy this time.
The team gradually distanced themselves.
When there was enough space behind him, Chen Ming stopped paying attention to the others, took a deep breath, and started running at his own pace.
The terrain outside the martial arts field was overgrown and uneven, and it was far less comfortable than running on the track at the training ground.
At first, the artillery brigade could barely maintain its formation. When the time passed ten minutes and only a quarter of the distance was completed, the formation began to fall into disarray from the rear.
far away.
On the parade stage.
Tang Zhen, commander of the artillery brigade, saw the recruits of his brigade dispersed, his eyes narrowed and he sighed softly.
The recruits from their brigade came here to participate in the competition, and they really suffered from the terrain.
The training center's daily morning exercises are completed outside the martial arts field. Even if they only run a small half circle every day, their adaptability to the terrain is much better than that of the artillery brigade recruits.
For the soldiers in the competition, the queue is equivalent to the sound of war drums on the wall at the rear of ancient battles.
War drums rumble.
The soldiers fighting at the front will not be distracted, and the battle situation will be much better.
But once the drum beats become chaotic, the battle under the city wall will immediately become chaotic, exposing flaws and allowing the enemy to drive straight in.
The role of the queue is no weaker than that of the war drum.
As long as the queue is there, the running recruits will grit their teeth and keep up, without any thought of quitting the game.
But if there is chaos, more and more recruits will lose motivation to compete and leave the game one after another.
really.
Tang Zhen guessed correctly.
As the queues spread further and further, the recruits at the training center had not yet shown signs of decline, and recruits from the artillery brigade were leaving one after another, giving up their qualifications to compete.
Not even halfway through the total distance of the martial arts training ground, nearly a quarter of the artillery brigade had withdrawn.
"Haha, Old Tang, your soldiers who came out this year are not very tough. It seems that the young comrades are not used to competing on grass."
On the military parade, a senior colonel sitting on the left side of Tang Zhen smiled and said, he and Tang Zhen are also old comrades-in-arms.
He served as the commander of the Industrial and Chemical Brigade in the 71st Army, and also served as the commander of the New Training Brigade --- Song Baoguo.
Hearing the crowding in the other person's words, Tang Zhen smiled slightly. It didn't mean that his character was bad, but that everyone wanted to run against him.
The main reason is that the artillery brigade is a year-round combat-ready force, and the various resources and quotas allocated from above each year are much higher than those of other units.
Even the synthetic brigade, which is said to burn money, may not have as many resources as the artillery brigade. The air defense brigade and the army aviation brigade are slightly further back. These old comrades are just greedy and satisfied.
"Old Song, don't get too proud so early. So what if you have trained well? Didn't you see that Lao Cui, Lao Dong, and Lao Zheng all came to cut off their beards this year?"
"You can't keep a good seed. Besides, it's not the end yet. Why are you so anxious? It's not certain who will have the last laugh."
"Just be tough." Song Baoguo chuckled and didn't care. His industrial and chemical brigade was indeed not as tough as the artillery brigade.
There is nothing we can do about it.
The transformation of divisions into brigades in the military has been too thorough in the past two years. Many internal arrangements are unbalanced and there is a severe shortage of technical talents.
In addition, modern warfare relies on artillery as the main combat force, and the air force assists in combat operations. Artillery has a larger proportion of combat units in brigade units. Last year, two more long-range rocket launcher battalions were added.
The current combat model organized by the combined battalion has not yet been able to form a real fist force. The troops are scattered and the combat ideas are outdated.
It cannot withstand the confrontation of an artillery battalion.
The artillery brigade is very stubborn, and it only takes a few words to say something. If Tang Zhenzhen becomes more serious, he will not be able to catch up with the many good talents he has.
The special operations brigade and the air defense brigade are also required to pull over and stand still.
How confident can he be?
Song Baoguo chatted for a few words and turned his attention to the competition field again. At this time, more than half of the recruits from the artillery brigade had already left the field.
The queue of recruits in the training center was also in chaos.
People quit one after another.
After all, they are all new soldiers. Even if the terrain is advantageous, how much more powerful can they be.
The half circle outside the martial arts arena is more than six kilometers, and most of the recruits can't make it to the end of the half circle.
There are a lot of new recruits who are still on the field. If the average pace is less than five minutes, they will be reminded to leave by the surrounding police officers.
Don't look at thousands of people, just three more minutes.
I'm afraid it would be good if at most 500 people could be left on the field.
Song Baoguo looked at the field calmly, his eyes constantly turning to observe the positions of the three athlete recruits.
For the individual soldier evaluation subjects, there was no need to line up according to the original organization. He arranged these three people to the front of the line.
But when Song Baoguo glanced at the recruits in the first echelon, he was slightly startled and saw a recruit racing with the three people on the field.
Because the distance was too far, he couldn't see very clearly.
But the four figures were far away from the other recruits, nearly 500 meters ahead of the second echelon. This could always be seen.
Who is this?
Song Baoguo looked over with confusion. It was obvious that the fourth recruit participating in the first echelon competition was no worse than those three.
Taking advantage of the time they were talking just now, the four of them had obviously worked up their nerves and were quickly fighting for the innermost runway.
One in front and three behind are running wildly.
Song Baoguo's concentrated attention soon attracted Tang Zhen's attention. He also cast his gaze over and was also startled when he saw the somewhat familiar figure.
On the military parade stage, if others didn’t recognize Chen Ming, how could he not recognize him?
As the brigade commander, he had not given such high praise to the recruits for a long time, but he did not expect that the little comrade he saw more than a month ago was still a little guy who was so serious that he was meticulous in his military posture.
Now, you can actually compete with three of this year's most popular athlete recruits in the competition?
Tang Zhen and Song Baoguo paid attention to the movements on the field, which quickly attracted other leaders to turn their attention.
