My Military Career in a Parallel World

September 5th.

The eighth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar.

Tuesday.

As time approaches September, the training of the recruits becomes more and more arduous. The daily training is no longer limited to one or two items. It ranges from the most basic formations to tactical movements to grenade throwing, as well as the emergency assembly whistle that may sound every night.

The requirements for squad leaders are becoming increasingly higher, and strict standards are set for each project.

Take the most basic push-ups, sit-ups and other physical fitness items as an example:

You must do at least 35 push-ups and sit-ups within two minutes to pass, 45 or more to be considered good, and 65 or more to be excellent.

If you can't pass the test, you will be singled out by the monitor for extra practice...

Although, for Jiang Chen, passing the test was not a problem at all, but for some well-known reasons, the monitor had higher and stricter requirements for him.

Moreover, as the first month of the recruit company came to an end, other classes also began to select deputy squad leaders.

As the first deputy squad leader of the recruit company, Jiang Chen had been talked about by the squad leaders as if he were someone else's kid for almost a month. These newly elected deputy squad leaders all regarded him as a thorn in their side...

At the same time, although everyone in Class Five has a good relationship, this does not mean that no one is eyeing the position of deputy monitor.

Li Gang has made it clear that as long as someone can surpass Jiang Chen in three aspects of training results, this person can replace him as the new deputy monitor of Class 5.

Therefore, even though Jiang Chen has made great improvements in all aspects due to the blessing of the dream space, he still dare not let his guard down.

During the morning exercise, everyone was taken to an unfamiliar training ground.

I say unfamiliar, but actually only the equipment inside is a little unfamiliar. Everything else is the same as before, the familiar barbed wire, the familiar sand...

"You have been learning military boxing for a while now, but you just talk about it and don't practice it, it's just a fake move!

Practicing without practice is just empty talk!

Today, I will take you to the next stage of military boxing training!"

As he spoke, Li Gang pointed to a row of sandbags behind him.

"One for each of you, go up and try!"

Everyone was quite interested in hitting the sandbags, and they were even more excited when selecting them. However, after trying a few punches, the recruits found that things were not as simple as they had imagined.

The thing in front of me is called a sandbag, but it doesn't feel like soft sand at all when I hit it. Instead, it feels more like stone, or a mud wall mixed with stones and gravel...

If it weren't for the sand inside, which could act as a buffer, the feeling of hitting this thing would be no different from punching a wall.

"It's so hard! What kind of sand is in it? Could it be concrete?!" Chu Fei tried to punch it twice, and his face immediately turned bitter. If he really wanted to beat this thing, it would take less than a day, but after an hour, his hands would probably be covered in skin.

"Sergeant, are you really going to hit me like this? No protection?" Feeling the pain on his palm, Chu Fei looked at Li Gang with a bitter face and asked.

Others also looked over, waiting for Li Gang's answer.

Facing the expectant gazes of the crowd, Li Gang grinned and said, "Hey, what are you thinking about?

Still protecting?!

Do you want me to find you a pair of boxing gloves?

Use the military boxing moves you learned to hit the sandbag hard! There is no time limit, stop when your hands bleed!!!"

After these words were spoken, everyone in Class 5 was dumbfounded. Not giving them protection was fine, but they also had to fight until they bleed, otherwise they couldn't stop. This...

“What are you waiting for! Use your strength! Treat the sandbag in front of you as your enemy! Throw every punch with all your strength and believe in killing your opponent!!”

Seeing that Jiang Chen and others had not taken any action, Li Gang yelled impatiently.

boom!

Jiang Chen punched the sandbag with all his strength, and the sandbag, which should have been soft, actually made a banging sound, as if it was not a sandbag in front of him, but a wall of wooden stakes and earth.

The force is mutual. Despite the cushioning of the sand, Jiang Chen couldn't help but twitch his mouth after throwing a punch.

It’s so fucking hard!

I don't know where the sand came from. It's even more painful than simply pounding wooden stakes.

I looked down at my fingers, which had turned slightly red, with red spots appearing in some places. It was obvious that the sandbag in front of me contained not only sand but also an equal amount of stones. If I added some water and stirred it, it could probably be used directly as concrete. No wonder it was so hard!

"Didn't you eat? Hurry up! Stop acting like a woman!"

"He Wenjie! What's wrong with you? Why are you crying after throwing a punch? Hold it back!"

"Sun Weicheng, didn't you eat? Use force. If you don't see the blood on your hands later, don't even eat lunch!"

"Ah!!" The slightly miserable roars of the recruits echoed over the training ground. Amid Li Gang's scolding, the students in Class 5 had to swing their fists desperately to hit the sandbags in front of them.

In less than two minutes, Jiang Chen felt a burning pain in his fists from being rubbed, and there were already signs of skin breaking on his joints.

Several recruits even couldn't hold back their tears from the pain, but this was a military camp, where they shed blood and sweat but no tears. They didn't dare cry out loud, because that would not bring them comfort, but even harsher scolding from the squad leader.

"Push harder, push harder, I want to hear the sound!!!"

Under Li Gang's urging, everyone could only punch the sandbags in front of them with all their might.

It was very painful. Moreover, because there were a lot of small stones mixed in the sandbag, after a while, the hand that was originally just broken started to bleed slowly, leaving fist marks with a little blood on the army green sandbag.

Even so, no one dared to stop hitting the sandbags. Li Gang, the death-chasing ghost, was wandering around. Not to mention stopping, if he saw anyone not hitting the sandbag hard enough, he would immediately scold them.

However, Li Gang did not simply scold them. If he wanted the recruits to work hard on their own initiative, he had to mobilize their subjective initiative first.

Therefore, Li Gang used Jiang Chen's meritorious service as an example to explain to the new recruits the importance of practicing boxing.

"If you want to achieve merit, first of all, you must have strong abilities!

And fighting is the most basic ability of a soldier!

Otherwise, even if the opportunity to make a contribution is right in front of you, you won’t be able to seize it!"

As he spoke, Li Gang gave everyone many examples.

It is both difficult and easy to make meritorious contributions in the army. The difficulty of getting second-class merit may be a little high, but there are still many opportunities to get third-class merit.

Soldiers who are lucky enough may encounter a thief while on training and easily "pick up" a third-class merit.

There are even some who have done nothing but received the third-class merit voluntarily...

Of course, these are actually low-probability events, and even the third-class merit is not something that everyone can get. It’s just that in Li Gang’s description, it seems that the third-class merit is like the cabbage on the ground, which can be picked up by just bending down.

Li Gang said so much mainly to mobilize the subjective initiative of the new recruits. What he meant was that if one wants to make meritorious service, one must first have strong personal abilities.

"A few years ago, a new recruit under my command had this happen. He was offered a third-class merit, but what happened? He was knocked down by a thief in just a few moves! He just gave the chance to win merit to someone else!"

"Tell me if it's difficult or not!!!"

Li Gang spoke with such passion and emotion that Chu Fei and the others couldn't help but increase the force of their fists as they listened to him.

About ten minutes later, the army green sandbags were covered with dark red fist marks. All the recruits' fists were covered in blood, and it was painful just to look at them.

stop!

Li Gang's voice was like the sound of nature, making the new recruits feel like crying for some unknown reason.

Jiang Chen tried to stretch out his palm, and immediately felt a sharp pain. The back of his hand turned red, and there were many tiny wounds on the place where he clenched his fist. Blood oozed out at the slightest movement.

I have to say here that veteran squad leaders like Li Gang are really unwilling to let go of any opportunity.

As soon as the recruits were injured, Li Gang took out the equipment for practicing battlefield first aid.

"I don't need to teach you how to disinfect and bandage the wound. Just do it yourself. Rest for ten minutes before continuing!"

Looking at the glass bottle of medical alcohol on the ground, the recruits couldn't help but gasp.

Nima!

Are you really so poor that you can only use alcohol for disinfection? !

Fortunately, when training tactical movements, everyone has more or less adapted to the feeling of disinfecting with medical alcohol.

Besides, in the current situation, it’s too late to run away, so I can only grit my teeth and fight.

hiss~

The sound of inhaling continued to be heard, and the expressions on the faces of the new recruits were a little distorted. After a simple disinfection, they hurriedly pulled up the bandages to bandage their hands.

However, after going through this, it is not completely without benefits. Having bandages wrapped around my hands can at least relieve some of the pain when I hit the sandbag next time.

"Practice boxing first, then train your skin! When you hit someone, you get hit first!

In close combat, it’s not about who has better skills or more powerful moves, but who can endure more pain, take more beatings, and last longer! ! ”

"Do you understand everything?!"

"I understand!"

"Well, keep fighting for another ten minutes!"

When the hand was broken, they disinfected and bandaged it, and then continued to fight. When the bandage was broken, they disinfected and bandaged it again. This cycle repeated itself over and over again. By lunch time, Jiang Chen and the others' hands were covered with a thick layer of bandages.

The bandages reduced the number of wounds on the hands, but the palms became swollen due to the strong impact, and many people had bruises and purple joints on their fists.

When eating, I could only keep my hands slightly curled up, and even holding the chopsticks was a little unsteady. Moving my fingers would cause a piercing pain.

Fortunately, Li Gang had anticipated this and prepared a spoon for everyone during the meal. Otherwise, it would be hard to say whether they could eat the meal.

The recruits from other classes saw the miserable condition of the people in Class Five, then turned to look at their own squad leaders and immediately became alert.

After lunch, Jiang Chen just returned to the dormitory and was about to lie down on the bed to rest when Platoon Leader Zhao Hongbin came over.

"Jiang Chen!"

"To!"

"Come out for a moment!"

"Yes!"

Following Zhao Hongbin to the corridor, Jiang Chen asked curiously, "What's the matter, platoon leader?"

"I told you before about presenting a plaque to a hero. I just received the notice that it should be today. Do you want to call them?" Zhao Hongbin said.

Jiang Chen thought about it, shook his head and said, "I called home to tell them about this at the weekend, and my dad has also rushed back from another city, so it doesn't matter whether I make this call or not, not to mention..."

Jiang Chen smiled bitterly, stretched out his bandaged hands and said, "In my current condition, it's hard for me to even hold chopsticks, let alone a cell phone. Let's wait until the weekend. I'll contact my family when I have time on the weekend."

"Haha, okay, as long as you know what's going on!" Zhao Hongbin smiled and patted Jiang Chen on the shoulder, comforting him, "It's like this at the beginning, just practice more and it will be fine. If you can't even pass the most basic fighting skills, then what kind of soldier are you!"

"Platoon Leader, I understand. It's just that I'm not used to it at the beginning..."

"I understand. Okay, go back and rest if you're fine."

"Yes!"

Lying on the bed, his consciousness habitually entered the dream space and switched the scene to the shooting range. Jiang Chen did not start training immediately, but inexplicably thought of things at home.

I don’t know what the second-class merit plaque looks like, and I don’t know if my grandfather will be happy when he knows the news.

Did my dad make it back in time? Is he used to flying on his first flight?

When his mother called him before, she kept telling him not to show off, that it didn't matter whether he had made any achievements or not, as long as he was a good person. She also told him to come back to school as soon as his two years of compulsory military service were completed.

And the little sister's voice of worship...

Although I have changed the world, my parents are still the familiar parents, and my grandfather is still the old man who likes to walk around with a cane and looks very serious. I also have a lovely sister, which can be said to be a kind of luck.

After a brief recollection of the past, Jiang Chen continued to devote himself to training.

On the other side, in X County, Qin Province, a group of people were beating gongs and drums, carrying a plaque engraved with the words "Second Class Meritorious Officials", and setting out from the town government, heading towards Linjiagou.

The plaque for the second-class hero was held high by a soldier in formal attire, with town and county leaders standing on the side, and behind them was a team carrying gifts, red ribbons and banners.

A group of people walked on the gravel road in the country, beating gongs and drums along the way, which was very lively. Many villagers from neighboring villages were attracted by the sound.

"What's going on?" A villager who didn't know what was going on asked the people who were also watching the fun nearby.

"It seems like they are delivering a plaque. The people who came are county leaders and military personnel. It must be someone's child from a nearby village who has made meritorious service in the army!"

"Yes! I just saw it on the plaque in front. It says Second Class Hero!"

"Wow, a second-class hero! That's incredible!"

"Yeah, I don't know whose child is so promising, a second-class meritorious official, bringing honor to the family!!"

"Could it be the kid from the Third Master's family?"

"Impossible! His boy has been retired for many years. How could he send the plaque now?"

"That's strange. Although there are many children from several villages nearby who have joined the army, most of them have only joined the army in the past one or two years. It's impossible for them to have made achievements right after joining the army!"

"It's hard to say... maybe it's the blessing of our ancestors that our Lin family has produced another son!"

"Alas, I don't know why Uncle Jiu insisted on retiring from the army. Otherwise, maybe Linjiagou could have produced a general."

"Who says it isn't?"

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