Li Zheng was dragged up with a rope by various hands.
He fell on his back in the water, exhausted.
Breakfast was a piece of compressed biscuit chewed on the road.
During these two days of long-distance march, only three compressed biscuits were provided each day.
Is it breakfast?
Or lunch?
Or dinner?
Maybe both, maybe neither.
There was nothing in his stomach now. The various tossing before had consumed a lot of energy, and the struggle just now had used up all the last bit of energy.
The clothes on my body were all covered with water and mud. The feeling was very unpleasant. The soaked clothes added weight and hindered the movement of my hands and feet.
The only good thing is that the cow shit and vomit residue on my body is gone.
Tong Zhi was teaching next to him: "Don't panic if something happens! You are all tied with ropes. If one person falls, the others will work together to pull him up. Don't panic!"
Devil Tong's words are still the same, irrefutable.
This grassland was originally thought to be a good place to restore physical strength, but unexpectedly it only consumed more energy.
Walking through knee-deep swamps is a painful experience.
This reminded Li Zheng of the former Red Army.
When the Red Army seniors crossed the grassland, it was not something that can be seen at a glance now, it was more than five hundred miles long, and many places were like this kind of swamp.
Li Zheng had never thought about these things before. These were all data and records in books, or even texts.
When you read it, you will know that it was very difficult and difficult back then.
But how difficult, how difficult?
Before this, Li Zheng had never experienced it personally.
But after today, he had it.
Hungry turns out to be like this: burning in the stomach, weakness in the limbs, body temperature dropping, dizziness and bloating.
It turns out that crossing a swamp is like this. Each step requires at least twice as much force as compared to flat ground. If you get stuck in the silt too deep, you will not be able to get out. Fortunately, your comrades help each other to pull up and use the ropes on your body to escape. .
It was already early summer, cloudy with occasional sunshine, and the temperature was not low, but Li Zheng, who was as wet as a drowned rat, still felt a little cold.
It took more than half an hour to finally walk across the hopeless grassland.
After landing on the shore, Fatty Wei sat down on the ground. While freeing himself from the rope, he shook his head and said, "I would rather climb two more mountains than cross another meadow."
Without allowing everyone to take a break, company commander Ji Zhizhao had already appeared in front of everyone.
"Now move forward immediately, don't stop, leave this forest and go to the mountain road outside. There are guides there, they will tell you where to run! The last ten kilometers of the run this morning will reach the destination at noon. , you have thirty minutes to eat and rest, hurry up, hurry up! Food is limited, first come, first served! Whoever is late will be gone!"
In fact, Li Zhengzhen wanted to lie down on his back and take a good rest.
But this is just nonsense.
There is no qualification to talk about conditions.
Not eligible to apply for a break.
As for one right - raise your hand and request to withdraw.
anytime.
But it’s only the first day, who wants to give up?
Three have already left in the morning.
In everyone's eyes, I don't know whether it is right to say that they are losers, or to envy them for escaping from the sea of suffering.
Every soldier in the company today has this strange and contradictory mentality in his heart.
I want to stay and prove myself, but I also want to raise my hands and leave to free myself.
The two mentalities are constantly fighting and competing in my heart.
"Let's go!"
When Li Zheng stood up, he didn't forget to pull Fatty Wei, who was still sitting on the ground and cursing.
Fatty Wei actually scolded him all the time.
Li Zheng understood Fatty Wei very well.
This has nothing to do with quality.
Everyone is like this. When they are extremely tired or nervous, constant cursing, even cursing in the air, is a way to vent the negative energy accumulated in the body.
Just like a tire that is constantly being inflated, with heavier and heavier cargo pressed on it, there is an air pump at the end that is constantly pumping air inward.
If you don't vent it out, it will explode.
The two men followed the crowd and staggered towards the so-called highway pointed by company commander Ji Zhizhao.
Along the way, they saw many familiar faces from other platoons.
Everyone's expressions were tense, their unsmiling faces were full of nervousness, and their eyes were looking everywhere.
you see me.
I look at you.
Each other saw their own embarrassment in each other's eyes.
"Fuck me!"
Out of the woods, Fatty Wei was the first to scream.
It turned out that there was an open area after leaving the woods, and dozens of soldiers were already densely packed in it.
"so many people!"
Yang Hui checked carefully and his tone suddenly became a little more nervous: "It seems to be from other companies..."
Li Zheng took a look and saw that there were indeed many unfamiliar faces.
It seems that today's "Devil Camp" is not taking this route by one company, but by several companies, but the other party's route is different from the one they are taking.
In the open area near the roadside, the cadres on duty in the camp wore red armbands and looked at more and more people nearby.
When the crowd gathered to a certain extent, he blew his whistle and shouted wildly with a loud loudspeaker: "Run! Follow the car and run!"
The so-called car is actually a reconnaissance motorcycle with a carriage and can carry three people.
There was a red flag stuck on the back of Wanzi's carriage, fluttering in the wind.
It was too late for everyone to think about other things. When they saw others running, they ran too.
Everyone knows that this is the last ten kilometers, and whoever reaches the meeting point first will get hot food.
Hot food is so important now.
People here are put in groups, first come, first served.
Li Zheng had no idea which batch he belonged to among so many companies.
Anyway, no matter which batch you are in, you are right to run as hard as you can.
Many people have rolled up their trousers to their knees.
We were wet in the swamp just now. Rolling it up can reduce the friction between the pants and the skin and save energy.
At the limit, even a little bit of friction can take away very precious physical energy.
Save if you can.
Li Zheng and Fatty Wei were in good physical condition. They led Yang Hui and Jiang Cheng to run, followed by Zhang Jian and Ma Teng.
They are all the most familiar buddies in a row.
There were also a few people on the scout side, including Li Qiman and others, who were also running together at this time.
In this way, at critical moments, good brothers and comrades are the ones you can rely on.
Even a guy like Zhang Jian, who is usually very annoying, is one of his own at this time.
While running, Li Zheng suddenly felt that everyone's speed was decreasing.
He looked sideways and saw that Fatty Wei, who was running side by side with him, had actually fallen behind.
"Fat man, what did you do?"
He saw a strange phenomenon. Fatty Wei was running in a very strange way. He seemed to be running on ice, and his posture was very funny.
It seems that the center of gravity is out of control.
Looking at Fatty Wei's face again, he felt as uncomfortable as constipation.
What surprised him the most was that it was not just Fatty Wei, but also the others.
"What have you done!?"
"It won't work..." Fatty Wei looked around, looked for Yang Hui, and said to him: "Do you feel that the insoles are slipping..."
Yang Hui's face was also ugly. He frowned, grinned, and finally cursed: "Damn, it seems that the sanitary napkin came off..."
"No, this thing is a disaster!"
Zhang Jian was the first one who couldn't stand it, and regardless of whether he would fall behind, he ran directly to the roadside, sat on the ground, took off his combat boots, and pulled out the sanitary napkin inside.
When I pulled it, only half of it came out.
He reached in again to fish it out, and after fishing for a while, he pulled out the other half of the pulpy sanitary napkin.
He yelled at Yang Hui: "Big V, look at the sanitary napkin you blew up to the sky, it's not useful at all!"
It was no longer just a few of them, but all the soldiers in the entire company who believed that sanitary napkins could be useful were all infected.
When the sanitary napkin is wet with water, it will swell and clump together when the shoes get wet. The adhesive part will fall off and either all of it will slide to the heel or all of it will slide to the front of the sole of the foot.
At first, the sanitary napkin, which was dry and breathable on the flat ground and made walking smooth and comfortable, has now become a hindrance.
Yang Hui didn't expect this at all.
He had suffered enough.
Holding a messy remains of a brand-name sanitary napkin in his hand, he threw it towards the roadside with a look of disgust and cursed: "Damn it! What bastard spread the rumor that sanitary napkins are not only a friend of women, but also a must-have for field marches." of!?"
