"who?"
"Did someone run away just now?"
A group of new recruits were grumbling when they heard the door opening and looked outside in surprise.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up." Zhao Lifei shouted loudly, which scared many recruits in the class to shrink their necks and did not dare to talk any more.
I started dressing in the dark and stuffing my backpack. Fortunately, I had practiced the same actions several times before.
Even if the lights suddenly turn off and my eyes don't adapt, I won't be so panicked that I don't know what to do.
At this time, Chen Ming rushed out of the dormitory building and looked back at the dark floor behind him. He waited for more than a minute before people started running out one after another.
But this time, the team was not as capable as before and looked a lot more embarrassed.
Some recruits came out without hats and shorts on their heads, and some had no belts and wore their coats like overcoats. This was still a small problem.
The pants are worn inside out, and the left foot is wearing the right shoe. Miraculously, the right foot is also wearing the right shoe.
It's understandable to say bunk beds, but I jumped out too quickly and put on the wrong shoes, but it's a bit confusing to put one person on the big iron bed and wear the wrong shoes.
Chen Ming shook his head, beckoned the recruits who were the first to rush out to start lining up, and counted: "One, two, three, four..."
As the crowd quickly poured into the gathering point, a squad leader turned on the street lights outside and stood at the door of the dormitory and began to yell: "Hurry up behind me, look at this class, the battle is over and you haven't gathered yet?"
"You? Are you the only one from which class? Are you still looking in the mirror during an emergency meeting?"
"The guy in the back who is tying his shoelaces, you are trying to get yourself killed. Move to the side. If you want to die, don't hurt the people behind you."
"That Class 3, that guy from Class 3's dormitory, you pig, where's your backpack? Go back and get it."
Accompanied by loud shouts and the sound of counting from one class's queue meeting point, the tension in the scene skyrocketed, and each class quickly gathered to report their numbers.
Jiang Peng stood in front of the queue, looking at the time with a serious face. He walked around the team again, pulled one of the recruits by the collar and said, "What are you doing? In a few minutes, the number of soldiers has increased to five or six years." age?"
"Can you even wear the wrong clothes of your squad leader?"
"All of you, squat down."
Swish, brush, brush... the eleven recruits squatted down as a whole.
"Take off your backpack, open it, put the toiletries in the basin, and put them in front for each squad leader to check."
"One thing is missing, get out of the queue, three hundred."
Chen Ming quickly squatted on the ground, took out the small yellow basin in his backpack, arranged towels, toothbrush cups, toothpaste, toothbrushes and other toiletries into the basin according to regulations.
The terrifying training atmosphere of the tactical skills week made all the recruits feel the pain, which was much more severe than the physical fitness week.
The monitors of each class circled the team to check one by one, while Jiang Peng kept wandering in front of the team.
"Let me tell you, you recruits are already very lucky. If you came two years earlier, there would be no ready-made backpacks for you to use during the combat readiness assembly. You would all use ropes to make backpacks."
"Look at your own performance, huh? As artillerymen, the main force in suppressing the rear area on the battlefield, is this how you suppress it?"
"Just now we were able to make it within five minutes of gathering, but now it's jumped to seven minutes. What are you doing to eat?"
"Do it for me, three hundred, everyone, quickly."
As Jiang Pai's order was issued.
Chen Ming was a little lucky at first, but immediately grinned when he heard the order. Now he was fine, and he lay down on the ground and started doing push-ups.
Three hundred, one hundred push-ups, one hundred squats, one hundred sit-ups.
According to the average physical fitness standard of the current recruits in the recruit company, it is impossible to hold on to three hundred, at least according to the standard movements, which is simply too much. The punishment before the evaluation was three thirty, but now, it has been tripled.
However, you have to do it even if you can’t persist.
"What are you doing standing still? Do it quickly. As a soldier, when the whistle blows, people can fly. Don't think I'm joking."
The monitor is also supervising.
Zhao Lifei would pass by Class 1 from time to time. If he met someone who couldn't press down while doing push-ups, he would directly put his foot on the shoulder. If he met someone who couldn't get up, he would hook the person up with his toes.
Fortunately, Chen Ming can always stick to his own rhythm.
But other recruits suffered. The squad leader continued to supervise everyone to do three hundred.
Chen Ming finished his work early without writing a report, so he continued to work. He finally figured out that what Jiang Platoon and the others wanted was not quantity, but execution and long memory.
After waiting for half an hour, after the late roll call, the entire recruit company of eleven classes had completed the training mission for the day.
One by one, they sat slumped on the open space in front of the dormitory building to rest. Chen Ming shook off his sore arms and sat there to rest. Wei Chongchong and Wang Shuaibing were so tortured that they couldn't even lift their hands, and complained with grimaces.
"Dear me, this tactical skill week is too cruel. It is more than three times stronger than the physical fitness week. How can you play like this?"
"Brother Chen, can you bear it? Why don't you get up early for a run tomorrow?"
When Wang Shuaibing asked this question, all the recruits in the group looked over. After this day of hard work, their bones were almost falling apart.
"You have to carry it even if you can't bear it." Chen Ming shook his head slightly.
He found that the situation here in Class 1 was pretty good, and many recruits in other classes were crying from exhaustion.
When they first entered the military camp, many people were not used to it. They cried while running. Unexpectedly, it has been almost two months. Not only have they not adapted yet, but the training difficulty has become even higher.
Chen Ming obviously didn't expect that the training would be so intense after the competition.
That night, three more emergency gatherings were held intermittently.
.......
If the first day is harsh and the intensity is high, then it will be even more ruthless after that.
On the second day.
In the morning, there are prone shooting training, standing shooting training, and kneeling shooting training. In the afternoon, I put on protective gear and practiced crawling on the grass without stopping for a moment. The time was fully arranged.
The tactical skills training week was hard, but the time passed very quickly, and it was Saturday again in the blink of an eye.
Just when all the recruits thought they didn't have to go out for training on this day and just stayed in the dormitory to sort out housekeeping.
Beep-beep beep beep beep beep, the death whistle sounded again.
Inside the dark dormitory.
Chen Ming sat up suddenly, lifted the quilt and started to get out of bed. He had to gather at least three emergency meetings every day for a week. He had already adapted to this kind of life.
But today the whistle sounded more urgently, which made all the recruits in the first class dormitory feel panicked.
"Gather, everyone gather." Jiang Pai's voice came from outside.
Zhao Lifei also began to urge: "Hurry, hurry, gather together, don't waste any time, be careful when packing your backpack, check all personal belongings, don't miss anything."
"Chen Ming."
"arrive."
"After everyone has gathered, go to the gun warehouse to get your guns first, and then go to the training ground to assemble. Don't mess up the order. I will wait for you at the door of the gun warehouse."
"yes."
Get a gun?
The group of people looked at the full moon outside, it was still early before dawn, and their faces suddenly turned pale.
Now that I have a gun, is there still a chance to get into bed and rest?
