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Chapter 244 Report, he should count the parallel bars!

"come on!"

The people below saw that Wang Peng was slow and started to cheer loudly.

To be honest, Wang Peng's level on the horizontal bar is a little worse than everyone thought.

Because his push-up performance the night before was too strong.

Except for the evening exercise after lights out, the recruits of the Second Squadron rarely do push-ups. In this area, Wang Peng's performance was much worse than the night before yesterday.

In Wang Peng's former squadron, push-ups were the main way to exercise arm strength for recruits. They would pull the horizontal bar once every morning after morning exercises, and then have to hold on on the steps at the entrance of the cafeteria until dinner.

Including noon and afternoon, when the veterans were bragging about B before their meal, all the recruits from his former squadron were lying on their stomachs at the door of the cafeteria.

"…three two!"

"Come on! Make it thirty-five!"

He even dared to say this to the seventh-year squad leader Zhang!

Now Han Yong gritted his teeth when he heard the horizontal and parallel bars.

But you keep talking in the queue and don't follow the standards. Why, in your eyes, internal discipline is as big as the sky, so you don't need queue discipline? !

Please respect the assessment discipline! return to! "

Huang Yong raised his hands and shouted: "I come first!"

"Huang Yong, 52!"

Moreover, according to his observation, it is impossible for many people to achieve excellence with such training.

Everyone just praised Wang Peng: "Yes! Thirty-three! Song Lin, come on, surpass him!"

Zhang Tianwang stopped and looked back at Fang Huai.

The other veterans looked like they were watching a good show.

Zhang Tianwang did not answer "yes" and walked straight to the bar.

Zhang Tianwang's frown deepened even further. As he went down, he said loudly and angrily:

Thirty members of the special team participated in the training. Every time he did the horizontal bar, Fang Huai asked him to count to stimulate him.

Han Yong, who was counting at the bar, continued his weak tone.

<divclass="contentadv">Actually, Han Yong really didn’t mean it.

One was angry with him, and so was the other.

"Kong Xiangzhong, 40!"

A top-down tone.

Fang Huai said, writing down numbers in his training book.

The reason why Zhang Tianwang is so confident is because before he came, a brigade leader told him that the basic physical fitness of the provincial special forces, the standard for excellent horizontal bars, is 35, and the standard for passing is 25.

"Zhang Tianwang!"

The horizontal bar is good.

When Zhang Tianwang heard this, his lungs almost exploded with anger.

Fang Huai's voice came from behind: "Is thirty-three a lot? Well, the veteran has to pull at least thirty-five today. Don't let the newcomers look down on you."

Both wrestling and boxing are masters.

It’s different now. Not only do you have to “take it out”, you also have to take it out every day.

"Snapped."

Zhang Tianwang wiped his hands, jumped on the bar, and held his dignity tightly.

Once on the training ground, the atmosphere became more serious. The instructor kept a straight face, looked at everyone from time to time, and stopped everyone from talking. The harmless smile that the private squad leader had on his face two days ago no longer existed at all.

"Zhang Yang, 39!"

The veterans who were still in good spirits over the weekend and took the initiative to make jokes with them have stopped talking much since the internal inspection this morning.

"Qin Hongjun, 34!"

The veterans below pouted inwardly.

In addition to their new recruits, the low ones were about thirty, and the high ones, He Zhijun and Fang Huai compared, were sixty or seventy.

Comrade Xiao Han held back the hydraulic pressure and waited silently for the spray to start.

He also had to record the various strength indicators of four people today, and there was a lot to do. He immediately pointed out Zhang Tianwang's problem seriously:

"You are the model that our class praised just this morning, and you are the object of study. Now it is a test and assessment for the four of you, not ordinary training!

Everyone is spending training time and accompanying you for assessment.

"Sun Jingwu, 35!"

Zhang Tianwang's heartbeat was 160 and his breathing was tight.

I was very confident at first, but in the end, I guessed wrong every time.

but.

"Song Lin, 31! You have to work harder, brother."

The conversation between the two of them made him scratch his head.

It sounds like such a vague and distant word. The current No. 2 Squadron only has progress standards.

The only one who could save him, Squad Leader Fang, had family problems and asked for leave, but he has not returned yet.

When he came down, he frowned and shouted to Han Yong:

"I asked you to shout louder, didn't you hear me? I can usually pull thirty-three or four, but you yelling at me makes my stomach hurt! Oh, me!"

It was Han Yong's turn, and he also pulled 16.

"Zhou Tiannu, 36!"

Zhang Tianwang's rhythm was disrupted by his inner demons. Sometimes it was fast, sometimes it was slow. When he only reached 31, he couldn't take it anymore.

Damn it, you dare to kick the captain's child.

Fang Huai was too lazy to talk nonsense to him and waved his hand to interrupt him.

"one two three…"

With five kilometers to go, I passed in 21 minutes and excellent in 19 and a half minutes.

Wang Peng was irritated by Fang Huai's cold attitude. He still insisted on the bar and shouted:

"Thirty...Fang Huai, lower your arm halfway and then pull it up. Pulling it up shouldn't count, right?"

Zhang Tianwang looked at Fang Huai in disbelief.

"If you are so arrogant and indulgent to recruits, there will be problems sooner or later! Big problems!"

But now the special team is getting more and more energetic on the horizontal bar.

Recruits, with such high grades, why are you pretending to be cold? Don’t you usually like to shout and yell? !

Fang Huai kept reporting everyone's names and results.

"I can still...do it!"

Standard of excellence?

When Wang Peng heard this, he stared at Song Lin.

Although Fang Huai had been joking and joking with the veteran in the past two days, which made him very uncomfortable, he was not bold enough to dare to provoke him.

Zhang Tianwang seemed to have some regrets and said: "If I hadn't been at the last position for too long just now, I could have reached the excellent standard of a special service veteran!"

Zhang Tianwang turned a deaf ear and kicked Han Yong anyway.

Fang Huai was a little angry.

Han Yong's voice was weak, as if he thought he was dying.

"Well, it doesn't count."

"Zhao Jincheng, 39!"

Changed, the Second Squadron changed.

Zhang Tianwang didn't think Wang Peng was bad, so he shouted excitedly.

Wang Peng took a deep breath and raised his chin again.

"Liu Jianfeng, 38!"

Wang Peng was also confused.

Everyone laughed immorally for two seconds.

Fang Huai glanced at Wang Peng, who was blushing from holding back, shook his head, and said loudly: "Go up a little higher! Make this the standard!"

As he spoke, he was about to kick Han Yong.

Wang Peng below was even more shocked.

That was the squad leader who took him.

Fang Huai was obviously very calm. He raised his head at the horizontal bar and said, "Come on."

Fang Huai shouted loudly as soon as Zhang Tianwang returned to the team.

Where is Fang Huai? Can't he surpass Wang Peng?

"Xiao Haishan, 22."

"flutter…"

"Okay!" Zhang Tianwang said angrily.

Han Yong didn't say anything and got out of the way.

What are you talking about?Can everyone on the special teams team be excellent? !

But everyone laughed and geared up.

But no one replied to Zhang Tianwang because he was too talkative today.

This standard is indeed very high, but he can still get close to the line of excellence.

Did you eat leopard bile today?

You are so arrogant. You know too little about special services.

……

Zhang Tianwang took a step back, walked out of the line with a standard running, reached the horizontal bar, leaned on his legs, turned around, and leaned on his legs again.

Zhou Tiannu and Qin Hongjun were looked at by everyone, and their backs felt cold.

Han Yong didn't have any energy left to shout, and the back of his throat had to be filled with water.

When Han Yong got off the bar, he happily ran to Fang Huai to confirm everyone's results, and then shouted:

In the past, Fang Huai abused everyone, but today, everyone abuses Zhang Tianwang.

Fang Huai nodded and expressed satisfaction again, as if Zhang Tianwang's actions were not to demonstrate with him, but to perform specifically for him.

"Okay, pass the bar at thirty-three! Come down, this is not training, there is no need to continue pulling!"

Pan Zhaohui beat him much harder than this. Hao Chengbin also kicked him many times, but he didn't feel anything.

Fang Huai glanced at Zhang Tianwang:

"Next, Zhang Tianwang."

He was in the squadron, second on the horizontal bar, and the veterans were also conquered by him.

The three newcomers below, not to mention Wang Peng, even Zhou Tiannu and Qin Hongjun were a little awe-inspiring.

So far, he has only conquered Zhang Tianwang, whom he respects.

The people around him hid aside and frowned.

"Thirty-three." Fang Huai only looked at the training book and read the results again.

"Zhang Tianwang, get down as soon as you're done!" Fang Huai's voice came from behind.

Fang Huai was hesitating whether to get angry or not.

And he made a mistake then, too.

Fang Huai smiled: "There are two new comrades."

Why? Why do people think that Song Lin, who likes to steal chickens and play tricks, can surpass him?

With Chen Zhenghai's strength, no one in this squadron could touch him with more than three fingers.

Fang Huai smiled with satisfaction: "Get out of the queue!"

This man is sick, seriously ill.

Wang Peng held it in for a long time and didn't go up to the next one.

"Calm down and pull well!"

Zhang Tianwang still kept complaining and walked downstairs.

But Zhang Tianwang, who was on top of the bar, hated the two recruits below the bar to the extreme.

One person pulls it, and twenty or thirty people watch it. As time goes by, each person takes an average of four minutes, and two hours pass in one round.

Fang Huai looked up at him, nodded and said, "Okay, then you can do it."

Even when he yanked with all his strength, Han Yong only dragged a little faster.

Zhang Tianwang put down his body and continued to work hard.

And...Song Lin surpassed him?

"Three...three! Does this count? Didn't pass the bar!" Han Yong questioned.

In the past, the secret service believed that "veterans can be lazy at ordinary times, but they must be able to show their strength at critical times."

When Zhang Tianwang heard this, he looked around with some dissatisfaction in his eyes.

In addition to the improvement in training, everyone has agreed to work hard on this subject to gain some rest time for everyone.

Han Yong's voice was still soft and soft:

"thirty-one."

No one said anything.

Bang, bang!

There was quite a lot of movement.

Not to mention being calm, he felt that if he heard Fang Huai say a few words, he would die on the spot again.

Except for Chen Zhenghai, who only pulled 16, none of the other veterans had less than 35.

Currently, none of the recruits in his former squadron can reach the level of twenty.

Zhang Tianwang's face turned from black to green, and his confidence was broken again and again.

Just wait and see whether this living King of Hell will be arrogant to you or not.

One time on the horizontal bar, I have to shout more than a thousand numbers, which lasts for an hour or two.

Cao Yi below no longer had the indifferent attitude of the previous two days, and said loudly and seriously:

"Zhang Tianwang, if the monitor on duty asks you to go back, just go back! Why are you dawdling? Do you want to be special?"

But when the veterans around him heard this, they all looked at him strangely.

When he left the team, Fang Huai promised Han Yong that he would not suffer such an unprovoked beating.

Zhang Tianwang put his hands behind his back: "Why do you want me to go back? I don't think you are suitable for this..."

But Fang Huai said more seriously: "Go back, answer the question, and come back again!"

Everyone was tutting in their hearts.

"Arrived!!" Zhang Tianwang replied like thunder, as if he was going to break Fang Huai's eardrums with this voice.

He became someone who was looked down upon as someone outside the physical limits of special teams.

Take away itchy throat.

This is where strength speaks.

Cao Yi also explained for Chen Zhenghai:

"Comrade Chen Zhenghai had allergic diseases before and took glucocorticoids, which led to obesity. He has special reasons and is a special vehicle driver, so he is not included in the general assessment standards!"

...

"Report! Squad leader Zhang Tianwang is the lowest veteran, right? He should count the parallel bars!"

He began to wait for the dawn of hope like the end of the world, constantly assessing the size and age of everyone who went up, and judging whether they could be lower than him.

"Hao Chengbin, 40!"

Fang Huai also looked at Zhang Tianwang, let out a long sigh, and said seriously without ridicule:

"Squad Leader Zhang...you really need to practice more. Starting tonight, the special duty class will practice extra together."

The face of the special service team suddenly fell.

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