Special Years

After eating the army's big pot of rice for a month, Zhuang Yan felt that he couldn't hold it anymore.

The original three-kilometer off-road became a five-kilometer, and then it became a load-bearing five-kilometer off-road.

The five-kilometer cross-country training made Zhuang Yan suffer enough.

The sudden increase in the training intensity caused the solemn heel to swell up rapidly, and the loose shoes became a bit squeezing. The moment the heel touched the ground, the pain was excruciatingly painful. Usually, he almost had to walk on tiptoe, like a thief.

In the past, the solemn moment of running three kilometers cross-country with bare hands and being able to live in the middle of the team became a "key assistance object".

There is a reason for the name "Key Assistance Objects".

Five kilometers is all about collective performance. If you run according to the system of the class, then it will be the last place in the class; if you run according to the system of the platoon, then it will be the result of the last place in the platoon, and so on.

No matter how fast the soldiers in front run, it doesn't matter. Only the last soldier's score is always counted. The emphasis is on collective and cooperation.

In order to carry forward the spirit of unity is strength, the slow-running recruit must be helped one-on-one by two recruits with better stamina and physical strength.

The way to help is actually very simple. The fast-running recruit uses a large backpack in the front to fasten the belt of the slow-running recruit and pulls forward, while another recruit with good physical strength follows behind and pushes it by hand!

What made Zhuang Yan feel most uncomfortable was that the person in charge of helping him was actually his nemesis Xu Xingguo.

In the morning five-kilometer cross-country training that is routinely carried out every day, the most exciting one is Niu Dali.

Zhuang Yan felt that a person like Niu Dali was simply a patient with hyperactivity disorder. Every morning when it was time for a five-kilometer cross-country ride, this fellow started to get excited like chicken blood.

Then he took off his training uniform. In the winter, he only wore a blue vest with the words "1 Division Teaching Team" printed on it, revealing the lumps of flesh all over his body. He watched the recruits like a perverted shepherd watching his flock.

Every time Zhuang Yan was dragged by Xu Xingguo to run around like a dog, the fifth squad leader Niu Dali always shuttled back and forth in the entire team, as if he had an inexhaustible energy.

Passing by Zhuang Yan, the squad leader Niu Dali waved the belt in his hand, and threw it in the air as loud as a grassland herdsman's whip, and then barked like a mad dog: "Run! Run! If you can't meet the time, go back and run again!"

Every time I encounter this kind of situation, Zhuang Yan always feels like he has to pee his pants.

There are a lot of hardships that can't be said.

The solemn heels became more and more swollen, and later he had to lean on the wall and tiptoe to go to the toilet.

The most hateful is the sanitation staff of the battalion headquarters.

Zhuang Yan reported to Yin Xiancong that his feet would soon catch up with pigs' trotters, and Yin Xiancong took him to the battalion clinic once.

The half-level hygienist, a soldier is not like a soldier, and a doctor is not a doctor, he fiddled with Zhuang Yan's slightly swollen foot, flattened his mouth and said, "It's normal, it's an adaptation period, it's always a little unaccustomed to. , just rub some potion."

After speaking, he put down the solemn stinking foot, and then took out a bottle of bone-setting water from the medicine cabinet.

"Go back and wipe it, three times a day, it will be fine after a while."

"Chief..."

"No, I'm not a chief, I'm a hygienist, understand? The hygienist is the doctor of the battalion headquarters. You can call me the squad leader." The hygienist with a slightly melon-seed-like face blinked and watched solemn.

"Squad leader..."

"Oh, that's right!" The hygienist nodded very helpfully, "Tell me, what else is there?"

He said solemnly, "Can I not train?"

The hygienist's eyes lit up: "Do you want to be lazy?"

With a solemn expression more bitter than bitter gourd, he said, "Squad leader, I'm really sick."

The hygienist took off his gloves and put them aside, picked up the fake slip, held a pen and started writing on it, with a business-like tone in his mouth: "In the army, such a small problem can't be called a disease, not to mention that you only have some bruises on your heels. It's not a big problem at all, I'll give you two days off, and after two days, it's probably almost the same."

"Two days!?" Zhuang Yan begged: "Can it be a little longer? Is a week okay?"

The hygienist stopped the pen, turned around immediately, and stared at Zhuang Yan with the eyes of aliens: "I see a lot of new recruits like you, why don't you ask me to give you a leave of absence for a month or two? You lie down until the recruit company ends? Come on, I won't let you open for the next two days."

Speaking of which, Zhuang Yan could only shut up wisely.

In my heart, I was scolding my mother.

scold the ancestors.

Of course, I didn't dare to scold.

Two days passed in a blink of an eye, and Majestic, whose heels improved a little, started high-intensity recruit training again.

The unsatisfactory right foot started to hurt again.

But fortunately, before two feet hurt, now only one, walking erratically, Tieguai Li.

The more pain in the foot, the slower the running; the slower the running, the more and more punishments; the more punishments, the solemn right foot has never had a chance to recover, UU reading www.uukanshu.com still enjoys the joy of Xu every day. Xingguo's dog-pulling treatment, running around in fear and fear amid the snapping sound of Niu Dali's belt.

From a comfortable and comfortable life, he fell into intense and arduous military training, and solemnly endured the pressure and hardships he had never tried since he fell to the ground, both mentally and physically.

His nerves were taut and extremely fragile. As long as he touched it with a little external force, it would be irreparably broken.

Early in the morning, the cold wind was blowing, and standing in the queue solemnly, the military posture was tall and straight.

Second squad leader Niu Dali paced up and down in front of the queue. He looked at the stopwatch in his hand and said, "There are still twenty minutes..."

The solemn thigh felt a little cramp, the muscles seemed to be crowded together, hard and uncomfortable.

He wanted to move, but he didn't dare. In addition to a poker between his knees, he also had a poker in each of his hands. The 87-style army hat was buckled upside down on his head. As long as he moved a little, both the hat and the poker could be folded. dropped on the floor.

Of course, he is much better than Guo Xiangyang, who is standing on the side. Lao Guo has round legs, and the two feet can't be pinched together. The squad leader uses his belt to tie the two feet together. It looks like one Poor mummy.

The temperature in early spring was very low, and the recruits still had beads of sweat on their noses. A gust of wind blew, and the big-brimmed hat on Zhuang Yan's head swayed and fell to the ground.

Niu Dali turned around abruptly, stared at him, and said blankly, "Take off your hat and add 15 minutes."

A solemn protest: "It was blown away by the wind!"

Niu Dali didn't lift his head: "Add 20 minutes!"

Zhuang Yan's nose is crooked with anger: "You treat people, I won't accept it!"

Niu vigorously raised his head, his eyes twitched coldly on his solemn face: "Add twenty-five minutes!"

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