Jiang Cheng has been here for a week. He had always kept a low profile before and was considered a somewhat transparent existence in the platoon.
Everyone knows that he is not an instructor. It is said that he has very good eyesight, so he was recruited here.
As for how good his eyesight is, Jiang Cheng has no chance to show it.
But everyone soon discovered that Jiang Cheng was really not good at training.
It's not an ordinary no.
It's very bad.
What does it mean to be bad?
In a word - last place.
It's really the bottom.
Everything is at the bottom.
The first time he ran ten kilometers, Jiang Cheng's face turned as white as a dead man before he started running. Finally, he begged Tong Pai, saying to the platoon leader that I really couldn't do it. I had never run ten kilometers. At our station, It’s rare to run three kilometers, but I can’t run ten kilometers.
But who is Tong Pai?
He was a big devil from the special forces, and he was merciless when he went to the training ground. Even though he and Hou Jun, the former platoon leader, were good friends in the top training team, he was also merciless during training.
Not to mention Jiang Cheng?
In the end, Jiang Cheng was dragged to the finish line by Tong Zhi. After crossing the finish line, he immediately fell to the ground and fainted.
Of course, Jiang Cheng wasn't the only one who fainted. The most direct impression of ten kilometers was that it was five kilometers more than five kilometers.
But the hard work of running is more than just one five-kilometer plus another five-kilometer.
Li Zheng had great respect for Zhuang Yan. After all, he was half a master of his. It was only through Zhuang Yan's guidance that his shooting skills came to light, and he was able to leap over the dragon's gate and soar into the sky.
Seeing Jiang Cheng scolding Zhuang Yan, of course the apprentice must ask clearly.
"Why did the brigade commander trick you?"
It's okay if he doesn't ask, but when he asks, Jiang Cheng opens his mouth, looks up to the sky and cries even more miserably.
"I said I didn't understand anything, but he said I'd understand it with practice. I said I wasn't a special forces soldier. He said I was talented. I said the special forces were too hard and I wouldn't go. He said you watch the special forces on TV. Isn't it majestic? Wearing camouflage is different from others! I said I only wanted to be discharged from the army in two years and go home. He said I didn't stop you, just two years. Only after I came here did I know that I would be good if I could survive until I was discharged. Oh...wuwuwu..."
In fact, this should be a very sad thing. I don't know why it changed the taste when it was howled in Jiang Cheng's mouth. Everyone listened and listened. After listening, Fatty Wei was the first to take the lead and laugh.
Just a moment ago, this guy was shouting that he wanted to live and die, but in the blink of an eye he was laughing like a dog.
When he smiled, the others covered their mouths and laughed.
For a time, the bathroom was filled with a happy atmosphere.
"You are so unsympathetic..."
Jiang Cheng turned his head and saw Fatty Wei holding a towel and stuffing it into his mouth. He was laughing so hard that he didn't know whether it was the tears from crying just now or the tears from laughter. He wiped his tears with a towel and turned around and walked out.
"Hey... don't... I don't mean any harm."
Fatty Wei knew that he had gone too far and wanted to apologize, but Jiang Cheng disappeared out the door in an instant, leaving him no chance.
This time, the comrades in the same platoon who had been quite sympathetic to Fatty Wei began to despise him.
"Old Wei, you are smiling so unnaturally! Jiang Cheng has no training foundation and has suffered more than us."
"That's right! You're still laughing when people are like this! You're so unsympathetic!"
"Old Wei, I don't sympathize with you anymore, you deserve it!"
When everyone left, they walked up to Fatty Wei and rolled their eyes at him, almost spitting at him.
Fatty Wei felt that he had shouldered everything and suffered great grievances. He turned to Li Zheng for support: "They also laughed just now, but they didn't laugh out loud. Damn it, am I the only one who is the sinner in such a blink of an eye? "
Li Zheng wanted to comfort Fatty Wei, but suddenly found that he could not comfort anyone.
Why don't you want to cry?
If it weren't for the fact that he was still a man wearing a military uniform, I would have wanted to cry.
Fatty Wei didn't do it on purpose, and Jiang Cheng didn't do it on purpose.
Life is really hard for these special forces soldiers.
However, he soon discovered that he was still naive.
I thought this week would be hard enough at the beginning, but I didn’t expect that the following days would be even harder.
This reminded him of a line from an old movie - the days to come will be more difficult...
That afternoon, when he came back from the training ground and walked towards the barracks while singing the queue song, on the way, Li Zheng suddenly noticed that someone was painting the wall on one side of the barracks, and temporary scaffolding was erected three stories high.
After the basketball court was dismissed, everyone swarmed to the wall of the building. At first glance, they saw a few unknown soldiers painting big characters with red paint.
Hou Jun was a veteran. He recognized one of them and shouted: "Wang Laoshi, what are you doing!"
A veteran on the scaffold turned around and saw that it was Hou Jun, so he said hello: "Hey! Long time no see, Lao Hou!"
Hou Jun still said the same thing: "What are you doing!?"
"Crush the calligraphy!" Wang Laoshi held the red oil bucket in his hand, pointed at the wall and asked Hou Jun: "How is it? Is my calligraphy good?"
Hou Jun said: "It's okay, what character did you write?"
Wang Laoshi had a mysterious smile on his face and said in a loud voice: "You will know after finishing the brushing."
Hou Jun stood below and cursed: "You bitch Wang Laoshi! You are not honest at all!"
Li Zheng asked Hou Jun curiously: "Who is this veteran?"
Hou Jun said angrily: "I used to work in the logistics barracks department. I could write well and often painted slogans in the division."
After finishing speaking, he was probably annoyed that Wang was being honest with him, so he added: "I don't know where this guy will be assigned after the adaptation. Why is he staying in the special operations brigade?"
After saying that, he didn't bother to continue reading, so he turned around and left.
At that time, the characters had not been finished yet, and there were only a few scattered characters that had been completed - "in", "here", "yesterday", etc...
The recruits stood there and guessed what the final sentence would be.
Li Zheng said: "It's probably a slogan!"
Zhang Jian said: "It must be true. Look, when we entered the regiment gate, there were slogans on the wall on the roadside - Political qualifications, military excellence, good style, and emotion."
Fatty Wei said, "I saw that the Second Company and the Third Company were all doing it."
Everyone turned to look in the direction of the Second Company and the Third Company, and sure enough they saw someone busy on the wall over there.
The calligraphy work is not a high-end and delicate job. The calligraphy in the army is very square and square, either in bold or elegant black. Anyway, there are only three axes. Once the brushing is done, the work is done. The only troublesome thing is to set up temporary scaffolding. It's more laborious than writing.
Wang Laoshi has been doing this job all year round and has long been familiar with it. He completed the remaining words in less than twenty minutes.
He walked down his hands and feet and said to the new recruits: "How is it?! Is the old squad leader's craftsmanship good?"
Only then did Li Zheng see the whole slogan.
"The most comfortable day here is always yesterday..."
He muttered this sentence, and then felt a sudden urge to pee in his crotch.
