He was reborn and became a firefighter again?

Chapter 59 Special Training Class

When we gathered at 9:20, the downstairs of Xinxun Building was already densely packed with people.

At least one company came.

Everyone's face looked a bit proud, and those present were the top physical athletes selected from each class.

Not only were they proud, but everyone who looked at them had a look of dissatisfaction on their faces. Many of them had been militiamen for a year or two and had received training from the local armed forces.

Of course, there is no such awesome character who enlists in the army for the second time. Even Fang Huai has heard of it but has never seen it.

The commander ordered companies one to eight and squads one to nine to stand up.

A corporal with wheat-colored skin, a slightly plump body, and a height of about 1.7 meters.

After the team was assembled, Hao Chengbin walked to the corporal with his hands behind his back, patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Xiao He, are you coming to lead the troops this year?"

The corporal looked helpless, and said with a sneer: "Squad leader, today's winter training competition is too much to handle, come up and be a clerical, and take a rest."

Before Hao Chengbin could reply, some of the recruits below had already started laughing secretly.

There are also lazy people in the non-commissioned officer team who can't afford training!

If you can't afford it, you can only work as a clerk!

Fang Huai couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his mouth when he heard the murmurs of ridicule around him.

He Zhijun was really here. When he heard the name just now, he thought it was the same name. After all, it was incredible that He Zhijun came to lead the troops when he was free.

This one is an absolute ruthless person.

The recruits were somewhat naive. How could the squad leader chosen by the regiment to lead these "top students" be lazy?

When people say they can't do it anymore, it means they are mentally tired, which is not the same concept as what the recruits think they can't do.

When Hao Chengbin heard the snickers below, his face became serious, he turned his head and said coldly.

"Laugh? Think you're an elite, don't you? Do you know who's in front of you?

He Zhijun, He squad leader!

Fire Iron Man, national competition, third place! None of you, including your squad leader, can achieve his achievements!

I don’t even dare to laugh at him, why do you deserve to laugh at him?

Everyone, get ready for push-ups! "

The people present were suddenly silent, and those who laughed just now were even more frightened.

A firefighting force of more than 100,000 people...who came in third in a national competition?

How could such a poor place like Guizhou produce such a person?

"One." Hao Chengbin glanced at the chaos in front of him and said calmly.

Many knowledgeable people have already fallen down.

Hao Chengbin didn't give everyone much time to react.

"two."

Yue Tao, who was lying on the ground, kindly reminded those who were still standing in a daze.

"Get down quickly! If he calls three, you will be dead!"

The entire team immediately fell into chaos, and the dozen or so people who were still standing hurriedly fell down.

"Give it! Give it!"

"Ah! You stepped on my hand!"

"three."

Traditional arts reappeared, but this time they were counting.

Fortunately, those who participated in the evening training this time were all outstanding. At least they got down very quickly, and they all arrived before the three-digit cutoff.

Hao Chengbin smiled.

That smile looked particularly fierce in the moonlight, and even Fang Huai felt unfamiliar.

“Today, we’re just going to do one push-up.

No, half.

Everyone, listen carefully, push-ups, only halfway down, stop halfway!start! "

"Count down to three seconds! Do it! If you don't do it, do 500 push-ups!"

"one!"

Hao Chengbin ordered again, this time obviously much faster.

Hao Chengbin and He Zhijun looked at each other, and then looked at each other one by one.

Hao Chengbin was always concerned about everyone's physical condition, sometimes asking if this person had a bad brain, and sometimes asking if that person was deaf and unable to hear.

"Only half! Straighten your waist!"

He Zhijun didn't swear, he didn't seem to have said a word to everyone except for the whole team, and chatted with Hao Chengbin. He just kept leaning down to correct the push-ups of the recruits.

Doing only half of the push-ups is a nightmare for these recruits.

Even proud and stubborn recruits.

In just a minute, Fang Huai could clearly see someone in the crowd trembling.

And Yue Tao next to him.

"report!"

"Report to the monitor, I can't hold on any longer!"

Hao Chengbin ignored it, turned around, handed out a cigarette to He Zhijun, and took out one himself.

He Zhijun took it, but did not smoke it. He clamped it on his ear.

After Hao Chengbin lit the cigarette, he turned around and smiled disdainfully.

"Is this the so-called top soldier? The pregnant dogs in our squadron have better physical fitness than you!"

After taking two puffs, the report became louder and louder, and He Zhijun glanced at Hao Chengbin.

He Zhijun is a straight man, and the chief of staff gave him an order: train new recruits in a good amount.

The second order is: If there are any new recruits who are dissatisfied, let them do so, and leave the rest to Hao Chengbin.

He didn't know where the amount mentioned by the chief of staff was. Anyway, in his opinion, this was not training at all, but he knew that he definitely couldn't ask others for his own training amount.

It was because he was afraid that he would not be able to control this degree that he chose to become a clerk. He was afraid that he would destroy the new recruits with a ruthless hand.

Hao Chengbin knew him well and probably knew his character, so he turned around and smiled at the recruits: "If you don't want to stay here, just go back. I'll give you the last chance to leave.

I tell you, those who stay here, I will use the late training training volume of the recruits in the next team to ask you! "

With half a push-up and some serious words, this "self-conscious exercise" seemed to have started to change.

Some recruits were frightened and some were excited.

Battalion Commander Zhang next to Fang Huai seemed a little excited.

The light in his eyes made Fang Huai feel a little chilly.

This guy is a second-year private, and he's definitely a pervert who can beat new recruits to death.

"Report! I won't practice anymore!" Someone stood up.

Someone took the lead and pulled up more than a dozen people. After they stood up, they started shaking their hands, grinning, and gasping for air to show that they really couldn't hold on anymore and tried their best.

Soon, there were twenty or so.

Hao Chengbin folded his hands and looked at the recruits lying on the ground.

It seems that he is very disdainful of the inconsistency on the ground.

"Only a few people want to leave? Do you really think you can hold on to the rest?"

Some of them were worried. After hearing this, more than ten people stood up.

The remaining ones started to yell in dissatisfaction.

"Squad leader! We can hold on!"

Hao Chengbin spat on the ground: "There's something wrong with your fucking brain."

After a while, no one stood up, and Hao Chengbin began to count down.

"three."

"two."

"one!"

There were fewer people standing up this time, only four or five.

These people stood aside, and more than half of the team was left.

"He Zhijun, please hand these people over to Staff Zhang first and ask him to take them back." Hao Chengbin pointed at Zhang Xing who was sitting in the distance playing with his mobile phone.

He Zhijun nodded and seemed to be very satisfied with the lack of so many people. With more people, it made his head look really big.

Unexpectedly, with an order, Shu Lala stood up again.

"report!"

"Report…"

Hao Chengbin rarely showed a smile that was really funny, instead of a bad smile.

"You are all damn smart people...get out! Get out faster!"

A group of "smart" recruits immediately ran out of the queue and ran into the crowd of people waiting for Staff Zhang to be accepted back to the camp.

This group of people had suffered too much and were afraid that they would be punished if they stood up, so they did not make any move, just waiting to see what would happen.

As soon as I saw that everything was fine and that I could really follow the staff back, I naturally got up quickly.

The staff officers would definitely not beat, scold, or punish them. They knew this well, and the only psychological pressure was how to explain it to their squad leader when they returned home.

Fang Huai turned around and looked. Three of the Seventh Company had left. They were quite tough. Most of the ones left behind were from the Fifth Company and the Seventh Company.

The team suddenly became more relaxed, and there were only about thirty people left.

Zhang Shen quickly took the person away.

Hao Chengbin turned around and threw his cigarette butts into the trash can behind him. When someone saw him walking away, they began to feel strangely as if he knew what he was doing.

"Haha, these idiots... He's just trying to scare people. He's really scared. Hao Chengbin is a third-stage old man with very poor physical fitness. What tricks can he pull off?"

Not to mention the voice, even with subtitles, people in Class 9 would know who said it.

The three people in Class 9 all turned to stare at Jiang Peng, with anger in their eyes.

Whoever scolds their monitor is scolding the whole class!

The collective consciousness of Class 9 is now in place: only people in their own class can scold their own class leader!

Seeing that he still looked proud, Fang Huai turned around, closed his eyes slightly, and was thinking about a question in his mind.

Should we find a reason to bring him back?

It dangles in front of my eyes every day. The toad doesn't bite, but it bites people.

He couldn't do anything, which made it difficult for both monitors.

Military regulations are the same as the law: you can't just do it yourself because you are not the squad leader and have no law enforcement power because you see that he has made a mistake.

But doesn’t Jiang Peng like to report?

An eye for an eye.

"Report to the squad leader, Jiang Peng just scolded a soldier of the same year who left our team!" Fang Huai said loudly.

Hao Chengbin looked over.

Raise your voice for the squad leader, and the recruits around you may not respond.

But this reason immediately resonated with some people. Many of the people who left knew the people who stayed, were in the same company, and many had close connections.

Why are you scolding a soldier of the same year in our company?

"Yes! Squad leader, he called us soldiers of the same year idiots!" The surrounding recruits began to agree.

Soon, a more complete version came: "Squad leader, he said you can't do physical fitness, scaring people, and scolded the people who just went out!"

"Ouch?" Hao Chengbin laughed when he heard this.

"Jiang Peng, are you very good at jumping?"

Jiang Peng said nothing, but looked bitterly at Fang Huai who reported him.

Fang Huai turned around to see him and sneered at him.

Jiang Peng's eyes widened, and just as he was about to say something, a shadow fell on him.

"The monitor asked you something, why didn't you answer it?"

Jiang Peng looked up and saw He Zhijun, feeling a little frightened.

When Jiang Peng arrived in Class 8, the new education he received was to put physical fitness first. Good physical fitness of new recruits equals the qualifications to be the assassins. Good physical fitness of veterans equals the tolerance of the leaders.

Otherwise, he wouldn't insist on asking to come to this overtime exercise class.

So in his eyes, Hao Chengbin, who had never shown physical prowess and had skipped the recruits' physical fitness day, became a weak-minded veteran. Moreover, Hao Chengbin had also met his uncle, so he would definitely not take the risk of beating him.

Even Pan Zhaohui, who was present that day, had such an explosive temper that he never beat him up now.

But He Zhijun, who has top physical fitness and an unfamiliar squad leader, is full of uncertainties.

So, I panicked, and my habitual avoidance sentence pattern came again.

"Monitor...I...I didn't say anything."

Next, it was Hao Chengbin who spoke.

"Jiang Peng, did you just say that I couldn't afford it?"

Jiang Peng stopped answering, lowered his head and closed his mouth.

In this move, he understood his uncle's move: When monitor He talks to me, I will answer. If you ask me, I will not answer.

I just don't agree with you, what's the matter.