After dawdling for half a minute, Yang Hui finally gave up. He could not avoid the thing in front of him that he least wanted to touch. Every time he tried to turn, Demon Tong would drag him back to the original place by his collar.
To move forward, you must follow the designated route.
There are farmers near the E Division's station, some are farming, some are planting fruit trees and opening orchards. Although it is already the 21st century, agriculture is mostly mechanized, but cattle in backward areas are still an indispensable production tool.
Occasionally cattle pass by the station.
Wherever cows pass, there must be cow dung.
At this time, what stood in front of former military tycoon Yang Hui were two piles of cow dung.
Maybe it was left by the cows passing by here yesterday. The surface had already been dried in the sun, but after being moistened by the dew all night last night, the dry and hard brown cow dung now has a bit of fresh green on the surface, and there are cracks in it. You can vaguely see the vivid content in it.
For Yang Hui, a military tycoon who was born and raised in the city, spends most of his time sitting in his room reading, and criticizes Fang Qiu on the Internet to command millions of soldiers, cow dung is a hurdle from heaven to hell.
It was a hurdle that he couldn't get over, but he had to.
Devil Tong roared at him like a barking dog from the side - "Crawl over! You don't even dare to crawl over a pile of cow dung. What kind of special forces are you? Either you quit, or you crawl over for me?" past!"
There is no dubious option of retreat.
On the Internet, Yang Hui can rely on his rich military knowledge and reserves to defeat his opponents, silence them or even disappear, but in reality, a piece of stale cow dung can make him hesitate and retreat.
Amid Tong Motou's scolding, this military V with millions of fans finally crushed his teeth, closed his eyes, and crawled forward with determination to die.
The ground cow dung splashed out the juice that had been fermented for a day, covering Yang Hui's chest and legs, and his face was inevitably splashed with a few drops of "rich and fragrant" farm cow excrement...
The unfamiliar and slightly fragrant smell of fermented grass penetrated his nostrils. Yang Hui finally couldn't resist the "generous" treatment, opened his mouth, and spat it out with a loud sound.
His vomiting made it difficult for Li Zheng behind him.
Originally, Li Zhengdao wasn't afraid of cow dung.
After all, he came from a small town as a topic writer. In this small town, you can occasionally see farm cattle, so cow dung is not unusual.
But after Yang Hui's "addition", the ground cow dung was mixed with the vomit coming out of Yang Hui's stomach. The two were mixed together, and the smell was just like pouring water into a cesspool. A bucket of pungent insecticidal water makes people tremble.
It’s so sour and refreshing!
"Climb faster! Don't stop!"
Li Zheng hesitated for less than three seconds in front of the "vomit belt" (a mixture of vomit and cow dung ground up) when Tong Zhi rushed in front of him with a roar, bent down and yelled at him.
"Die, die!"
At this point, there are only two choices, either crawl over, or stand up and quit.
It is impossible to quit, not even in this life.
So I can only crawl through shit and get scolded, so that I can stay in the special operations brigade and live my life.
Although he was fully prepared mentally, when he actually climbed onto the puddle of dripping and sticky stuff, Li Zheng still couldn't help but retched, feeling something rolling in his stomach and going straight to his throat.
Fortunately, he held it back and held it in so hard that he didn't spit it out.
Half of the people following me vomited as they crawled over.
…
The difficulty of getting off to a good start was beyond the expectations of all future generations. When the whole company returned to the basketball court, the soldiers who had woken up in the morning and were still in high spirits and wearing clean camouflage uniforms were now among those who had been wandering the streets for a month and rummaged through trash cans. That's pretty much the smell of homeless people.
Even sniffing it makes me feel disgusted with myself.
Unfortunately, there was no time to rest.
"You still don't know the arrangements for this Devil's Week, so I'm here to announce the first link. This link lasts for two days and covers a distance of 120 kilometers..."
At this point, company commander Ji Zhizhao stopped and asked everyone: "Do you think it's too much?"
120 kilometers in two days is not much when you think about it.
My daily training consists of a ten-kilometer session in the morning and a ten-kilometer session in the afternoon, plus other obstacle training and penalty runs. I ran 30 kilometers just for running in one day.
This does not include steps such as walking.
Walking 120 kilometers in two days means that it is only 60 kilometers per day. The intensity is neither high nor low.
Everyone was quite surprised. They originally thought it was scary, but now they finally let go of their worries.
"not much!"
The soldiers answered one after another.
And it was all the new recruits who answered.
The veterans were all silent.
Just look, don’t tell.
Soon, the recruits were taught another lesson.
"Okay! I'm relieved to hear that you won't say much!"
He looked at the schedule in his hand and added: "The last 10 kilometers of the 60-kilometer trip every day is an armed attack. There is no limit to sleeping time every day. Each person is only provided with three compressed biscuits and a bottle of water every day. This is provided by logistics every day. Two hot meals, one for lunch and one for dinner, but all food has a certain limit, first come, first served, and those who have finished eating will have to deal with it on their own, so I hope everyone can take care of themselves these two days. Your body, don’t catch a fever or catch a cold. Use your best physical fitness and get to the food before it is finished. Remember, first come, first served! In two days, we will enter the training camp, where we will conduct closed It’s a three-day training camp, but it’s useless to say more. You must survive these two days first. Again, if you can’t survive it, don’t hold on. There is no shame in quitting. I don’t want to give your parents a martyr certificate. "
At the end of the day, Ji Zhizhao waved his hand: "Let's go!"
The teams formed two columns according to their ranking units and began to advance slowly along the established route.
Along the way, Yang Hui kept rubbing his hands on his trouser legs, rubbing them once, then putting them under his nose to smell, and then looked down at the dirty and sticky mixture with unknown contents on his chest, looking disgusting. Looking like vomiting.
Li Zheng said to him: "Stop smelling it, just think it is French perfume."
Yang Hui said with a sad face: "French perfume doesn't smell like this..."
Ma Teng also climbed over the puddle of mixture, and he immediately imparted his secret: "I have a secret, which guarantees that it won't stink."
Yang Hui quickly asked: "What's the secret?"
Ma Teng said: "Breathe only through your mouth, not your nose, then you won't smell the smell."
Yang Hui frowned. When he thought that germs might be released from these dirty things, he opened his mouth to breathe. Wouldn't he be breathing all these things into his stomach?
Thinking of this, my stomach turned again.
Li Zheng had an idea, took out a napkin from his bag, tore one piece in half, twisted it into a ball and stuffed it into his nostril.
"Look, I think this is okay."
Everyone took a look and thought, oh, it seems okay, so they followed suit one after another.
As a result, I felt much more comfortable immediately, and they all gave thumbs up and praised Li Zheng for being a famous college student, and for his flexible mind.
At the beginning of the march, although everyone had been tossed by Company Commander Ji early in the morning, their physical strength could still be sustained for the time being. In addition, since starting from the camp, they had been walking along the cement road in the mountains. Except for a little uphill and downhill, it was hard to count. Flat, not hard.
Fatty Wei mentioned the sanitary napkin and praised Yang Hui for his good idea. The insole with the sanitary napkin was very soft and comfortable for his feet, which was a big help.
Tong Zhi, who heard the discussion among the recruits, didn't say anything. He just showed an indescribable smile, as if he was looking at a group of idiots.
