He was reborn and became a firefighter again?

Chapter 106 Bitch VS Poisonous Milk

Han Yong felt that his military career had been full of ups and downs after meeting Fang Huai...

And it will keep falling.

Before coming to the squadron, Fang Huai patted his chest and said, "I'm here to help you."

First day in the squadron.

In the morning, monitor Xiong said that we can have a good rest tonight.

In the afternoon, monitor Xiong said that the instructor said that we should do late exercise, but not too hard, three to two hundred.

Two hundred push-ups, sit-ups, squats.

That night, Squad Leader Xiong couldn't bear to say it anymore. Squad Leader Liu said, "I'll kill you, hurt you, or cripple you, it's three to five hundred, there's no negotiation."

Fang Huai, who was chased and beaten all over the playground by the three of them, taught them to sing "The Price of Love".

Let's go, let's go, people must learn to grow up on their own...

As soon as I got off the team, I felt like I was being played with a wave of immortality.

"Stop, stop, stop! Brother!" Fang Huai ran in front, but couldn't outrun Song Lin and Xiao Haishan. From time to time, he got kicked on the butt. He couldn't stand it any longer, so he hurriedly knelt down and surrendered.

The three new recruits from behind caught up with them, surrounding him with an expression similar to that of the King of Heaven in the temple:

"Say, why are you dragging us into the water?!"

Fang Huai squatted with his head in his hands: "I'll go, I'll tell the monitor, you guys should do less, okay?"

The three kings stared angrily: "Go quickly!!"

...

After a while, Fang Huai came back.

With a bitter look in his eyes, he spoke ten meters away from the three people: "The squad leader said, you can do less!"

The three of them looked slightly puzzled: "How much?"

Fang Huai chuckled and stretched out a finger:

"I've already made an agreement with the monitor! Just do one push-up! Just 30 squats! But you have to carry a 100-pound barbell to do it! Monitor Liu asked you to go to the gym on the fourth floor to lift the barbell!"

Fang Huai ran away after saying that.

The three people were stunned for two or three seconds, looking at each other, as if confirming the information in Fang Huai's words in each other's eyes.

Then: "Oh my god...Fang Huai! Stop!!"

……

I was late having a barbecue today, and I checked the car and personal equipment during the day without checking it late.

"Hello, monitor!"

"Hello, monitor!"

"Hello, Captain!"

The arrival of the new recruits added a bit of glory to the Second Special Service Squadron.

"Fang Huai, why are you lifting the barbell alone? Why don't you guys help him lift it?"

"It's okay, monitor! It's convenient for me to carry it alone!"

At half past nine, the wash whistle sounded. Fang Huai gritted his teeth and carried the barbell into the second class, followed by the remaining three.

One person lifted a 100-pound barbell down the stairs, and that was the punishment given to him by three people.

The decoration of the SWAT team cost a lot of money. The class is very spacious and has double wooden doors.

It is more than 40 square meters and a regular rectangle, which is no less than the squadron headquarters. Even with the 5x4 meter study room in the back, it is much larger than the entire squadron headquarters.

On the right side of the door, there are six beds lined up against the wall. Xiong Jie sleeps in the innermost one and Liu Jianfeng sleeps on the side near the door.

Against the inner wall is a row of wardrobes, with uniforms and camouflage uniforms of all seasons hung neatly, with green pillows and green towels and quilts underneath.

The monitor said:

No veteran washes the feet of the new recruits, and no new recruits wash the feet of the veterans and wash their own feet.

The second shift, the corridor on the second floor, and the garage are the hygiene areas for recruits. The hygiene areas in each room upstairs are divided and each person is assigned responsibility.

Recruits are not allowed to go anywhere except the gymnasium on the first floor, the second floor and the top floor. Except for orders from the squadron headquarters, helping the squad leader clean up, helping the squad leader pick up things, etc. are not considered reasonable excuses.

The squadron cadres clearly stipulated that they should do their own thing, regardless of the traditions of other squadrons. The special service team did not have those rules for caring for "disabled people."

When the shower signal goes off at 8:, you can take a shower if you want. The shower room is in the washroom on the second floor. There are shower heads. Just come back after washing before lights out at o'clock.

The recruits burst into tears of gratitude.

However, after a while of gratitude, the recruits understood: this set of rules eliminates some chores and maximizes training time for the recruits.

……

The lights-out whistle blows.

The class fell into 80% darkness, and the remaining 20% ​​brightness was the free moonlight shining in from the window and the lights of several storefronts opposite the squadron.

Even when it's quiet, you can still hear the faint sound of fists coming from the barbecue restaurant across the street:

"Dad (eight) daddy, why don't you yell, I'll leave (six) you to rub your balls!"

"Seven! The fairy descends to earth! Nine! In Cup Head! Drink!"

The four recruits put their feet on the end of the bed, propped their hands on the bed, and arched their bodies, leaving a hollow space under their bodies.

"Hey, yes, that's the angle."

As Liu Jianfeng spoke, he took a laser pointer and pressed it. The light passed through the gap under the four people and shone on Xiong Jie's quilt on the other side.

"Just one push-up! Hold it for an hour and don't lie down. If my laser pointer shines on anyone's body, it will be overtime!

It’s too much overtime. Next time I’ll let you do half push-ups! "

Liu Jianfeng was very coquettish, lying on his side on the beauty's bed, accompanied by two scoldings while relaxing.

Half push-ups, four of them had done it in the new corps, half push-ups and hovering.

Let alone an hour, in just 10 minutes, the shaking frequency of your arms can exceed that of a propeller.

With a scare, the four of them jumped upright.

Not ten minutes.

"Han Yong! Your belly is down! Lift it up!"

"Class... monitor, I'm breathing in..."

Han Yong said with difficulty, breathed out, and retracted his stomach, and the laser red dot returned to Xiong Jie's quilt.

Han Yong took another breath, and the little red dot broke again.

Everyone started twitching...

……

Half an hour later, the whole room was filled with the smell of sweat. Han Yong had made countless reports and was dismissed by Liu Jianfeng countless times.

Song Lin and Xiao Haishan kept changing hands, which was okay.

Fang Huai maintained his posture with his hands supported and his whole body straight.

In fact, Fang Huai was sweating all over his back and forehead during the 40-minute standard support, but for the sake of the awesome guy he had been bragging about during the day, he held on without saying a word.

Fortunately, everything was quiet. There were only two squad leaders in the class, and the privates did not come into the class to supervise their training.

In his previous life, when he was discharged from the army, he was tortured quite miserably by the superior soldiers. Those guys had so much energy during the day that they would not sleep and would find pleasure in torturing them.

It was clear that he couldn't hold up any more push-ups, but there was a soldier half sitting on his back, yelling at him that he had to hold on.

If he fell down, he would have to take two more blows.

<divclass="contentadv">While training hard, there was also the taunting voice of the superior soldier in his ears.

The door to the room opened.

Cao Yi came in with a flashlight to check the ward. Wherever the light passed, he saw four recruits with different shapes. Some were panting from exhaustion, some were motionless, and some frowned and asked Liu Jianfeng:

"Why do you still do long holds? It's so tidy, what time can we all practice it in place? What time can the recruits go to bed?"

Liu Jianfeng got up somewhat angrily and said with a smile: "I'm just checking their physical fitness level, and I'll weigh in tomorrow."

Are you going to look at everyone's performance today and give you a quota for the future? !

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Haishan and Song Lin's eyes widened, and they immediately began to pretend to be exhausted, and their breathing became louder and louder.

"Report…"

"report!"

Cao Yi waved his hand impatiently:

"What kind of report should I report? I've already tested it during the day, so what else should I test?

Han Yong and Xiao Haishan started at 300 and added 20 every day. Song Lin Fanghuai started at 500 and added 30 every day! "

Han Yong and Song Lin looked a little frightened.

Damn it, should I do it with him? Are you going to train me to death? !

"Then...are you going to do push-ups again tonight?" Liu Jianfeng asked cautiously after seeing that the four of them had been pushing for more than 40 minutes.

Cao Yi saw that several people had taken off their clothes, and they were still sweating in the cold weather. They felt quite good, and finally said something semi-human:

"Well... today is Saturday, the first day off from the team. I won't do it again. Let's just start working on the next one! Just treat it as a rest!"

Just... take a rest?

Then, looking at Fang Huai who was still upright, he felt that he was not tired yet, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Starting tomorrow, I will call the upper class soldiers. Fang Huai's push-ups must be standard!"

"No, no instructor, I don't need supervision, I can practice on my own!" Fang Huai shouted quickly.

Cao Yi chuckled lightly: "Don't worry, I'm not here to supervise you, they have to do it too! I'll find some sparring partners for you!"

After that, he walked out the door, leaving behind a bunch of confused recruits.

Han Yong's mind was spinning the fastest: "They practice with us...what's the difference between them and supervision?"

Liu Jianfeng seemed to relax, resting his head on his hands and smiling:

“There is a difference, I supervise them and they supervise you.

Haha, your screams are too soft, I'm still used to training them! "

Seeing Liu Jianfeng's abnormal expression, Fang Huai couldn't laugh or cry in his heart.

Perhaps in the heart of every recruit, there is a top soldier who can make him "fuck".

Liu Jianfeng may be the second-year soldier’s worst enemy.

"Okay, get up, the instructor has spoken, let's start the next item, barbell squats."

……

In barbell squats, Han Yong is actually better than Fang Huai Songlin, and the strongest one is Xiao Haishan.

Weight-bearing capacity is positively related to body size.

It's just that Han Yong's upper body is obviously not as upright as Fang Huai's, and his back is a bit hunched, which easily puts pressure on his spine.

"Report bbb... report!"

"Too heavy, too heavy..."

As a result, Han Yong couldn't bear it any longer, and his reports were filled with multiple vibratos.

"Don't lift it, don't lift it! It hurts when you press it down!"

The screams became louder and louder, making everyone feel sour.

At this weight, Fang Huai's performance without strengthening his legs was even more eye-catching.

Before starting to do it, Fang Huai had thought about it. Thirty, fifteen in one group, and two groups would be finished.

As soon as the barbell was on my body, heavy pressure rushed on my back, and I immediately changed my mind.

Ten, if you do it in groups of ten, it’s not much if you do it in three groups.

After finishing one set, his trembling legs and back numbed by the weight of the barbell told him: If I do another ten, I will be on strike.

Five...a group of five...

After the first round, Xiao Haishan did 15, and the rest were all 10.

Liu Jianfeng kept urging from the side: "Hurry up! There are still sit-ups!"

The Festinger Effect says that bad things always happen one after another.

The door opened again.

The three superior soldiers who were attracted by Han Yong's screams entered the class with their hands behind their backs and smiles on their faces.

"Hey, Squad Leader Liu, are you doing barbell squats?"

Zhang Yang looked at the several recruits sitting on the ground panting with a smile, and felt in his heart that this was the time for the recruits to be dismissed.

Damn it, you let these new recruits show off their power all day long, how happy are they?

I have been holding back for a day and have been subjected to all kinds of nonsense, just waiting for now!

This is called the night of the army!

Liu Jianfeng leaned on the bed and said nothing, sneering in his heart.

I am so happy that I have no worries. I will teach you slowly when Director Cao informs you to come over and exercise late tomorrow.

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand to weigh the barbell with some pride.

"Only 100 pounds? Come, let us help you, and you can train well."

Qi Xiaohui and Meng Qiang also laughed: "Quick, get up and keep doing it!"

The postures of the three of them were like contestants who had just been slapped in a slap contest, looking at each other with evil smiles.

Now it's your turn.

Fang Huai reluctantly patted his butt and stood up, ready to accept the barbell lift from the two superior soldiers.

After all, recruits are still recruits, and no one can resist under the pressure of the army's rules.

Song Lin and Xiao Haishan could only stand up and whispered: "Hey, if I can..."

The two of them looked at the fierce Zhang Yang and did not dare to finish their words.

Zhang Yang yelled: "What good thing are you thinking of? Our squadron hasn't had a late call for half a month! Get up and do it quickly!"

This is the moment.

Han Yong, still sitting on the cold ground but feeling feverish all over, looked at the moonlight outside the window and felt that the sadness in his heart was enough for Du Fu to compose a poem in his later years.

There were some tears in the corners of his eyes, and he murmured: "Yes, in such a cold weather, there will definitely be no fire alarm..."

Blessed by the tranquility of the night, the words sounded very distinct.

Liu Jianfeng couldn't help but stand up and glance out the window, then remembered that there was no need to call the police, so he relaxed.

The moment Han Yong was about to stand up.

It seems that the Buff stack is enough.

"bell……"

Alarm bells ringing!

Everyone in the room was so frightened that they bounced on the spot!

Fang Huai touched his wet forehead and stared at Zhang Yang and Han Yong in disbelief.

I rub it, it’s poisonous milk color!