After the laughter, 11 nights fell into silence again. Probably everyone has something to think about, on this first night of complete change in life.
On the upper bunk by the window, Han Qingyu turned to look out the window quietly.
Above the wilderness, the starry sky is picturesque, and the sky is like an endless deep sea. Some buildings in the distance do not turn off the lights on time like the recruits' dormitories, but still have their lights on.
According to Lao Jian, most of the people living there are veterans who have returned from rotation to recuperate.
They took off the device and came back here to live a relaxed and carefree life for two months. Then they went back, put the device on their backs, picked up their knives, and lived in seclusion in the mountains, forests and islands, waiting for the next desperate fight that would suddenly come at an unknown time.
According to regulations, they can come back at least once a year, but in fact, many people do not come back later.
"Perhaps they have all had many sleepless nights like this, right?" Han Qingyu thought, looking away and preparing to count sheep.
I have to sleep, otherwise what will happen to training tomorrow?
After seeing the battlefield, Han Qingyu was more determined to seize the opportunity to train well. The saying "sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in war" is simple but must be true... unless you are particularly unlucky.
"Hey, how did you all get here?"
Abruptly, in the upper bunk near the door, Wen Jifei suddenly turned over and lay down in the darkness, saying, "My situation is quite complicated, so I won't tell you about it for now. I met Qingzi while walking at night... What about you?"
He guessed there were many stories about this question.
It is assumed that there is a high probability of dedicating one's life to death. Those who do it voluntarily are generally good and passionate young people of the same kind, but those who do not do so voluntarily have their own tragic experiences.
No one said anything for the first time. They were probably all secretly annoyed and cursing in their memories.
"Tell me, tell me how you all ended up on this road of no return."
Wen Jifei was very interested and asked again in a different way.
The remaining people laughed again, but this time there was perhaps more pain and self-deprecation in the laughter.
"I just saw someone digging ancient tombs in my hometown and got treasures and made a fortune..." Finally, the first one spoke, but his words were a bit hesitant.
Wen Jifei said hurriedly: "What then?"
"Then I looked greedy and wanted to dig it out."
"Then you know how to do it? Feng shui acupuncture and so on."
"I won't."
"and you……"
"I wanted to try my luck. There used to be a lot of old graves in our area," the man said. "I brought dry food and searched for half a month in the mountains. Finally, I found one hidden underground. It was well hidden. The tomb. Really, I walked up there five or six times during the day before I happened to see it."
"Is it really a tomb?"
"I thought."
"The results of it?"
"In the end, I hid until night to dig. After all, it was illegal." The man said, "Then, a lot of flashlights were shining on me, and a group of people squatted and stood around, looked at me, and told me..."
"what did they say?"
"Why did you come back? I thought you were gone... You've been hanging around our heads all day, you know? They said we would let you go, but you came back with a hoe. Oh, I'm sorry, this place can't If I dig it for you, I have no choice but to take you away.”
"Alas~" After the man finished speaking, he was silent for a while, and then suddenly let out a long sigh.
There was an explosion of laughter.
Even Han Qingyu couldn't help but smile in the dark. The tomb was actually a hidden reserve station, he guessed.
The first one to talk about his experience opened up the conversation. He was also a tomb robber who broke the law... Everyone relaxed and the second one soon followed.
"Let me tell you first." The second person, Yang Qingbai, who spoke first before, said, "I drove a car and took a little girl on a trip. I ran to a remote road at night and stopped to kiss... …
"Kiss, kiss, that thing is coming down...
“Then a group of people came rushing over with a huff.
"At first I thought it was the militia and joint defense team who were looking for moral turpitude, so they started bragging and beating me up."
He finished.
Amidst laughter again, Wen Jifei asked: "What about the girl? She also..."
"She was hit in the head by the flying iron piece." Yang Qingbai said.
In silence.
The man who just mentioned the tomb robbery asked: "You are so young, and you drive a car?" His focus seemed to be somewhat different.
"Ah... um." Yang Qingbai responded and stopped talking.
"I, I'm from Hong Kong City." The third one spoke. Liu Shiheng's Mandarin was a bit broken, but he could still understand it.
"Port City?!" Wen Jifei was surprised and said, "Then how did you catch us here?"
"I came to the mainland with some friends to hunt."
"oh."
"People got separated in the woods," Liu Shiheng said, "I didn't see anything coming down, but suddenly I saw something thirty or forty meters away among the leaves. It was dark. I thought it was some kind of wild beast, so I Gave it a shot..."
Therefore, the most fierce one is here. Han Qingyu heard it and this guy gave Da Jian a shot.
Someone on the side asked: "Beat to death?"
"No, I can't hit him." Liu Shiheng said, "Then just like Yang Qingbai, a group of people rushed over like flying, frightening me... I just stood there and couldn't move."
Wen Jifei: "It's a good thing you can't move. Otherwise, if you had shot them too, you would probably be dead."
The roar of laughter started again, and this time some people laughed until they were out of breath. A group of unlucky people who are only one in a million enjoy listening to each other how others are unlucky.
"Noisy!" A roar suddenly exploded in the corridor outside, "I heard from afar that your No. 11 dormitory was as noisy as a vegetable market... Do you know where this place is? Angry?!"
The sound got closer and closer with the footsteps.
With a final "bang", the door was kicked open. This door is not allowed to be locked.
Two tough men walked in at the door of No. 11 Dormitory, "Damn, I thought I heard wrong. I didn't expect someone to be so desperate."
There was a dead silence in the dormitory. Everyone pretended to be asleep with their quilts in their arms and did not dare to say a word.
Until, "Then..."
As soon as Wen Jifei's voice came out, Han Qingyu knew something was wrong. That guy was used to being a scoundrel in school. There were some habitual things that would come out if he wasn't careful.
But he couldn't stop him.
"Is it possible that the chief really heard you wrong? We all sleep in the dormitory..." Wen Jifei finished asking.
On the chief's side, there was silence.
"Very good, I like people who are not afraid of death." Zhang Daoan's bald head was also very conspicuous at night. He turned around and stood behind the two big men, with half of his head exposed.
This comparison revealed how tall he was.
The next scene was that Wen Jifei was grabbed from the bed by one of the big men... and then thrown to the ground.
"Everyone, gather at the main training ground." Zhang Daoan looked at his watch and said, "It won't be doubled in three minutes."
…………
The super-large training track, which is at least 1,000 to 1,200 meters long, is probably prepared for those perverts who have absorbed source energy.
Ten laps.
Liu Shiheng entered the queue half a foot late, half a second...probably not, but as Zhang Daoan said, it was too late.
Twenty laps.
From a collective perspective, this task was absolutely impossible to complete. Han Qingyu knew very well, so he did not show off. When the other people in 11 Su were vomiting and collapsed, or stopped, or even fainted, he sat there limply. on the ground.
The big man in charge of supervision kicked him and told him to keep running, but he didn't move.
Zhang Daoan came over, took a look, bent down, stretched out a hand, grabbed Wen Jifei's collar, lifted him up, hung him in the air, and looked at him closely.
"What are you?" His voice was low.
Wen Jifei remained silent.
"What are you?!" Zhang Daoan asked again, with sharp eyes and a voice full of oppression although not violent.
Wen Jifei: "I am a new soldier."
"No, you are a waste. A waste who comes to the Ninth Army to talk nonsense will almost certainly kill his teammates in the future."
Wen Jifei's expression froze for a moment, then he struggled violently, "I can't."
"You can, because you are a waste, you can't even run ten laps." Zhang Daoan's eyes suddenly became violent, "Come on, say that you are a waste, as long as you say it ten times, I will let you go." Go back to sleep."
Wen Jifei remained silent.
"Trash." While speaking, Zhang Daoan let go.
Wen Jifei, who was already exhausted, collapsed on the ground.
"What about you?" Zhang Daoan looked at Liu Shiheng.
"I... don't care." Liu Shiheng said.
"Hahaha", Zhang Daoan laughed and turned to Yang Qingbai, "What about you?"
"I'm not." This sentence was yelled out. Yang Qingbai seemed to be extremely disgusted with this word, and his immediate reaction was a bit fierce.
Zhang Daoan turned around and pointed at the track, "Finish the run."
"I..." Yang Qingbai struggled, stood up, and staggered.
Zhang Daoan approached and looked condescendingly into his eyes, "Did you see it? No matter how tough you talk, you are still a waste. People like you will definitely kill me if they become my teammates in the future... You will definitely Kill many people, including yourself.”
After speaking, he stood up and looked at Han Qingyu.
"Are you very unconvinced?"
No one said a word.
"Come on, I'll give you a chance. All eight of you will come together. As long as one of you can hit me, today's matter will end here."
After Zhang Daoan finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back and stood there.
On several buildings not far from the training ground, some veterans were standing on the balconies watching with relish.
"Lao Zhang is here again."
"Yeah, it's been the same for so many years, high pressure and high pressure, first beating people to the ground...then I'll show you what a master looks like, and let you see hope."
"Well, by the way, did anyone in your batch hit him?"
"How is it possible? Can old Zhang Yuan have a C+ fusion degree? After more than ten years of chopping off points, do you think you have fallen behind after being an instructor for a few years?"
"..."
"Why, don't you dare?!" Zhang Daoan glanced around the training ground with a condescending gaze, and then said: "Give these losers a stick, they are afraid of hurting their hands."
"Click." The wooden stick was thrown to the ground.
"Pick it up, hit me, go back to sleep."
No one moved.
"...Trash, coward, garbage." After Zhang Daoan finished speaking, he leaned over to pick up the stick. He first gave it to everyone standing or sitting in 11 Su, cursed it, and then randomly selected someone and forced the stick to He put it in his hand, "Take it, you don't even have this courage, can you stand in front of Dajian?"
The tomb robber crossed his hands, not daring to take it, and dropped the stick on the ground.
"If you dare not take it, just admit it, you are a waste."
"I, I am a waste."
At that moment, no one could clearly see the loss and pain on Zhang Daoan's face.
"I come."
Yang Qingbai walked over, picked up the stick and held it in his hand, looking at Zhang Daoan.
"Come." Zhang Daoan stood in front of him.
"Ah~" Yang Qingbai roared, holding a stick and throwing it at Zhang Daoan crazily, "Fuck you waste, I am not a waste."
Wrong body, wrong body, wrong body again. Zhang Daoan did not move significantly at all.
Almost every time, I thought I would hit, but every time, the stick rubbed my body and missed.
Yang Qingbai was covered in sweat, hunched over and panting.
Zhang Daoan gave him a cold look, "Who else is coming?"
"let me try."
Liu Shiheng seemed to have learned some Western fencing. His attacks were mainly stabbing, but the result was still the same, he missed once.
Finally, he was kicked over by the impatient Zhang Daoan.
"Look, they are being killed like this because of your talkativeness." Zhang Daoan took the stick in his hand again and walked up to Wen Jifei, "Aren't you guilty? Aren't you going to do something?"
"call!"
Wen Jifei quickly picked up the stick and threw it away with his backhand.
Zhang Daoan put his hands behind his back and leaned back to let him pass.
"Come again."
Missed.
"waste."
Missed.
"Are you tired? Waste."
Missed.
"Go tell Da Jian that you are tired, kneel down and beg for it, see if it helps."
Missed.
"Trash, you will kill your future teammates, you will, do you know? You will definitely do it, because a trash like you will kill all of us."
Missed.
"..."
Wen Jifei was so tired that he could hardly move, but Zhang Daoan continued to provoke him and humiliate him over and over again.
Until the plague chicken fell to the ground, he couldn't even move a finger.
The whistles and laughter of veterans rang out from the buildings in the distance...
"Next……"
Zhang Daoan snatched the stick from Wen Jifei's hand and threw it backhand to Han Qingyu who was standing aside.
"Come."
"boom."
The whole place, far and near, was silent.
PS: This chapter is almost 4,000 words long. Do you have the heart not to vote for recommendation? (The cover... I found someone to do it and will change it.)
