The strongest dream shuttle

Chapter 65 Angular 【Please recommend】

Everyone looked at Wang Zhigang, the squad leader, with envious expressions.

"Yo, bragging again?"

Not far away, a tall man smiled and shouted at him.

The speaker was Sun Chao, squad leader of the second squad. He joined the army in the same year as Wang Zhigang, and they were both in their fifth year in the army. They were also fellow villagers. They had been in the same company for five years, and they had a strong relationship.

The military camp where Yang Fan is located is in North China and is an army branch. The recruit company he is in has three platoons and nine squads, with seven recruits in each squad. Except for him, the other six members of his squad are from the north. Coming from the south, my Mandarin speaking is not as good as Yang Fan's.

"Go, go, let's go." Wang Zhigang said with a smile towards Sun Chao.

Yang Fan has slowly accepted the transformation of becoming a soldier in his dream, to be precise, a para-soldier, because recruits are not real soldiers, only after three months of training and finally being awarded a military rank Only then did he officially become a registered soldier of the People's Liberation Army.

He squinted at the standing postures of the recruits beside him, learned to stand upright, and looked at Wang Zhigang, but his legs just ran a kilometer, and now they felt sore and sore. There was no way, just bear with it.

"Yang Fan!" Wang Zhigang shouted.

When Yang Fan heard that he was being called, he quickly raised his arm and replied: "Hey."

A few recruits on the side were even amused by him, but they only laughed for about a second before quickly holding back.

Wang Zhigang once again made a helpless expression: "Yang Fan!"

"Hey..." Yang Fan didn't raise his arm this time, but he didn't know what was wrong.

"Aren't you memoryless and brainless? How many times have I said it? When you hear someone calling you, you should answer 'yes' immediately instead of saying yes casually. Do you understand? How many times have I said that. "

Yang Fan bowed his head, like a student who made a mistake.

"Damn, are you fucking trying to make things difficult for me? How many times have I told you that when someone in the army asks you, you have to answer 'yes' no matter if you say you know or oh, don't you remember?"

Yang Fan quickly straightened his chest and shouted: "Yes!" This was what he had seen on TV.

Damn, what are you calling, I just fell into a fucking dream, how do I know so many rules?And say I have no memory?It's my first time here, and the six people beside me are not here with me, they know it, but I don't!Yang Fan felt aggrieved in his heart.

"Yang Fan!" Wang Zhigang shouted suddenly.

Yang Fan didn't react for a while, so he replied, "Hey, I haven't developed this habit yet, so it's inevitable that I won't be able to react for a while."

And Wang Zhigang quit. I just said that it has been less than 5 minutes, and you are so uncooperative with me. Is it on purpose?

He rubbed his eyes with his hands and pointed at Yang Fan and said: "I'll give you 8 minutes to finish the circle. If you exceed it, keep running and start."

The word 'start' was spoken, catching Yang Fan off guard. He paused for two seconds before reacting, and ran away. In a hurry, his hat was thrown off. He didn't care so much, and continued running without picking up the hat.

This time he held back all his energy, enduring muscle pain, body discomfort and chest pain, gritted his teeth and ran down. When he reached Wang Zhigang's side, he was already slumped on the ground.

Wang Zhigang pressed the stopwatch calmly, and it showed: 7:05
"Not bad, can't you run for 7 minutes? Why did you run for more than [-] minutes for the first time? Do you know why? You are so fucking untrained."

After speaking, he suddenly looked at Yang Fan with a strange look, and after scanning for two or three seconds, he asked, "Where's your hat?"

Yang Fan stood up, rubbed his head, and then remembered that after running more than 100 meters, his hat was thrown off. He turned around and ran over to pick it up.

After Wang Zhigang saw him putting on his hat, he put the stopwatch into his pocket and said, "Did I ask you to pick it up just now? Who gave you the right to do what you want in the queue without saying hello or obeying orders?" "

The seven people in the queue looked at the squad leader, and all six of them were thinking: This kid is going to practice again, but it's not what they thought. Wang Zhigang lowered his tone this time and said: "Yang Fan, don't think that I am. I'm trying to punish you, but you have to remember that there must be rules in the army. Without rules, there will be no rules. If every soldier acts casually, how can the army be uniform? How can dozens of people and hundreds of people be united? ?Whether I asked you to run or trained you just now, it was all for your own good, and for the benefit of the six of you. You must remember that the army is a collective, and a collective is composed of individuals. When a collective is formed, , we must abide by the rules and obey orders together, so that we can win the battle. If he does not obey the rules and acts casually on the battlefield, then he may be shot, do you understand?"

His words were so earnest that the seven people heard them in their hearts. Only then did Yang Fan realize that the military camp was not as simple as he imagined.

During the lunch break, the veterans were all lying on the bed to sleep, while the recruits were quietly folding quilts. Yang Fan felt very strange, shouldn't they just fold quilts?Still need to practice?

He didn't know much about the military camp. In the military camp, the quilts had to be folded into squares, so they couldn't be as casually as at home. When he saw the quilts on the beds of several veterans, he was really dumbfounded.

"Damn, this..."

He looked at the quilts on the old soldier's bed in amazement, and was speechless.

"My name is Zhou Yang, and your name is Yang Fan, right?"

Suddenly a recruit stretched out his hand to Yang Fan and introduced himself.

Yang Fan smiled at him, held his hand and said, "Yes, you are also in class one. I saw you in the queue. Where are you from?"

Zhou Yang smiled, and said in substandard Mandarin, "I'm from Guangzhou, Guangdong, what about you?"

"I am from Tianjin."

"Oh, then, don't you guys eat Goubuli buns every day?" Zhou Yang laughed, showing a small canine tooth.

"Oh, we eat marijuana every day." This made Zhou Yang laugh, but unfortunately, Wang Zhigang was awakened by his laughter.

"Why are you laughing? Is the quilt folded? Come over and let me take a look." Wang Zhigang sat on the bed, with a bit of sleepiness on his face.

Holding the quilt with trembling hands, Zhou Yang stood in front of Wang Zhigang, looking at him motionless.

Wang Zhigang glanced at the quilt twice, then looked at Zhou Yang with cold eyes, and said, "Are you kidding me? Tell me what are you folding?"

"Report to monitor, quilt."

"Quilt? Tell me, what did I tell you?" Wang Zhigang got off the bed, leaned on the bed frame, and looked at Zhou Yang.

The dozen or so new recruits who were folding quilts in the room all cast their eyes this way.

This dormitory housed a total of [-] people from two recruit squads, two squad leaders and [-] recruits.

Everyone looked at Zhou Yang who was holding the quilt, and only heard him say: "Report, the squad leader said that the quilt should be folded into tofu cubes, square and square. Mosquitoes fly up to cross and flies fly up to slip. horn."

Wang Zhigang just showed a little smile, approached Zhou Yang, took the quilt in his hand, looked up and down, and threw it on the ground, and the quilt was spread out in an instant.

"Your quilt is not called tofu cubes, but tofu dregs. Take it back and fold it again."

　Are the rules so strict for folding a quilt?That's right, how can it be stacked into tofu cubes if it is not strict?Do you think soldiers' tofu cubes are stacked casually?It's all practiced time and time again...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)