Just do it.
Hou Jun means what he says.
Starting from the second day, the recruits in the first platoon were miserable.
From morning to night, there is not much time to rest.
When I wake up in the morning, I first go for a five-kilometer trip to stretch my muscles and bones, and then start queuing for half an hour. The next step is physical fitness.
After returning from exercise, I washed my face and mouth, and then went to the canteen to have breakfast and start exercising. This was the happiest time for Li Zheng and the new recruits.
In the morning, Hou Jun usually takes the new recruits to the shooting range to shoot live ammunition. This is the regiment leader's request. Anyway, the bullets are from the regiment and the funds are also provided by the regiment. His regiment leader Li Haiou doesn't feel bad, and the top soldiers below naturally I am also willing to destroy those stocks severely.
This has a chain reaction.
Originally, recruits didn't have to shoot a lot. A recruit who could shoot two or three times during his term was already very good at it.
The Second Battalion of Tiger Regiment's new recruits did this, and every day the shooting range was buzzing with ping-ping-pong-pong, which alerted the first and third battalions.
The other two recruit battalions sent people over to take a look. They came back and said that the second battalion was crazy and organized the recruits to fire live ammunition.
When the commanders of the first and third battalions heard this, they thought, "Is this okay?" The Tiger Regiment has always been known for its excellent marksmanship in Division E, and has always dominated the rankings in various shooting performance. Fortunately, the veterans have retired and new recruits have arrived. The other two regiments finally feel that they have a chance to turn around.
Now it seems that the Tigers have no intention of giving themselves a chance to turn around.
At the end of the year, new recruits must undergo an assessment before joining the company. After the new year, the new recruits must undergo an annual assessment of the entire division. Who doesn't want the reputation of an advanced unit in training? No more red flags for outstanding units in recruit training?
Don't take the red flag seriously. First of all, it is a collective honor. When you take it back, you can hang it in the regiment's honor room and in the camp. When the scholars in the regiment write reports, they will not be empty. At least they have something to say and have achieved results. Write.
Secondly, more importantly, it also involves the issue of personal honor.
In addition to collective honors, there are also individual awards, such as outstanding recruit squad leader of the year, outstanding platoon leader, company commander, etc.
The accumulation of personal honors will be real results when the merit evaluation and awards are given next year. Otherwise, if you want to make a merit evaluation, who would dare to report it to you if there is no real material in the materials?
Therefore, striving for first place is not only a matter of face, not only a matter of honor, but also a matter of personal progress.
As a result, the entire new corps suddenly became involuntarily involved.
The second battalion took the lead, and the first and third battalions also started playing table tennis, training the new recruits like veterans every day.
In this atmosphere of involution, the recruits in the fourth company and one platoon were even more involved.
"you lost weight."
A week later, Li Zheng suddenly noticed something at the dinner table. Fatty Wei had lost weight.
Really lost weight.
The thinness is visible to the naked eye, but although the person looks a little tired, his eyes are more energetic than before.
"I've lost weight!" Fatty Wei across from me was wolfing down a chicken leg while snorting heavily from his nostrils. He answered Li Zheng without any surprise: "I saw the cooking class weighing vegetables this morning, so I ran over and stood up. How many pounds do you think I’ve lost since I joined the army?”
Yang Hui peeled the eggs and looked at Fatty Wei while peeling them. He made an estimate and said, "Ten pounds!"
Pretty boy...
No, now Jiang Xuan can no longer be called a pretty boy, he has become a bad boy.
He said: "I also lost weight."
As he spoke, his eyes suddenly turned red.
Li Zheng hurriedly reminded: "Don't cry. There are many people here. If you want to cry, find a place where no one is around to cry."
This wasn't the first time Jiang Xuan cried.
In the whole platoon, he is the one who cries the most.
In the past, he was the treasure of his parents at home, and he was the only child in his family. He was pampered and cared for in every way. When he went to study at Pheasant University in other places, his mother also went with him, rented a house nearby, and cooked delicious soup with love and delivered it to him every night. We will give him nourishment at the school gate, and on weekends, we will definitely take him to the city to play and eat and drink, and to raise him like a prince.
Now that Jiang Xuan is in the army, he has to do everything by himself. He also undergoes various military physical training every day. Even when he walks, he has to follow military regulations. This huge difference puts him at a huge disadvantage. Big, crying is nothing strange.
Last time in the bathroom, Li Zheng saw him hiding in the corner and secretly shedding tears.
Jiang Xuan is still stubborn.
When Li Zheng reminded him, he immediately sniffed and held back the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes.
Fatty Wei observed his words and immediately brought the topic back to himself, saying that you all underestimated me, I lost eighteen kilograms of meat!
"Eighteen pounds!" He proudly raised two fingers: "That's almost two roast suckling pigs!"
After saying that, he suddenly wiped his face a little sadly, and said in a narcissistic and slightly resentful tone: "I was already very handsome before, and now I am even more handsome after losing weight. It seems that the threshold for returning to our home will have to change again." It’s new…”
Fatty Wei has always boasted that he is very popular with girls at home. He said that almost every once in a while someone would ask him if he would like to take him home as his wife. Later, when he refused more often, the girls would adopt roundabout tactics and run away. His dad, who is a public relations officer, would have someone treat him three times a day. He said it was a treat, but only after he went there did he find out he was a matchmaker.
Li Zheng laughed after hearing this and said: "I'm talking about fat man, I'm not trying to hit you. Those little girls are probably interested in the dozens of relocation houses your family has in the city center, right? Don't be narcissistic and think you like it." This is you."
Zhang Jian, who had been eating silently at the end of the table and had no way to interrupt, suddenly picked up the clean rice bowl and stood up. With a sneer on his face, he said to Fatty Wei: "Fatty, stop dreaming there. ? A person must rely on himself to be glorious, and his own ability is his ability. What does it mean to rely on his family's ability? Which of the dozens of apartments in your house did you earn yourself? I said you should eat quickly, don't delay, but you will need it later. Go to the bomb-dropping commando team and see if the squad leader punishes you to death!"
After saying that, he turned around and left the stunned Fatty Wei and the rest of the people behind, and left without even giving him a chance to fight back.
"Alas!"
This sudden attack caught Fatty Wei off guard, but he didn't react until Zhang Jian walked out of the dining hall.
"Why is he talking about me?! Why is he talking about me like this?! He is the least qualified person in the class to comment on me like this! Oh, I rely on my father, but he doesn't. His father is the chief of staff... He doesn't rely on him. Dad...it’s a joke!”
Speaking of this, Fatty Wei suddenly realized that he seemed to have missed the point.
He wanted to say that if Zhang Jian didn't rely on his father, why would he become a soldier?
But thinking about it, it seems that you don’t need a family background to be a soldier. This is wrong...
When it arrived, Fatty Wei finally found the key point and said to his comrades at the table: "What's wrong, daddy? Reincarnation is also a technical job, don't you think so? Really?"
Hearing what he said, everyone else laughed.
"Yes, yes! It's a technical job!"
