Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 106 Coincidence
"Oh my god! Yes, yes, rub here, and there...Put a little, and then a little..."

Li Zheng was holding the bone-setting water, and Fatty Wei sat in front, naked and showing his back, and asked Li Zheng to rub the potion on himself.

"If this continues, I feel like I'm going to die in the barracks."

He howled and said with a sad face, "I really can't take it anymore..."

At noon today, Fatty Wei was dragged by the bombing commando to throw bombs for a full hour, and now he can't straighten his arms.

The worst thing was that when he was aiming the gun in the afternoon, because of his trembling hands, Wu Yi found that the gun was not stable when he checked, and was fined three kilometers once.

Li Zheng said: "Stop screaming, if you can shoot more than good, you won't go to the commando to drop bombs every day."

As he spoke, he poured bone-setting water into the palm of his hand, wiped it on Fatty Wei's shoulder blades and elbows, and rubbed it vigorously.

"Ai ai ai - take it easy, take it easy! It hurts!"

While rubbing, Li Zheng said, "You have a thick waist and thick arms, so you don't lack strength, why can't you throw it far?"

After two months of training, Fatty Wei's body has lost a lot of fat. He used to take off his shirt and was covered in white fat, but now he is tanned and his muscles are somewhat contoured.

Although Fatty Wei is not tall, he is not small in stature. He used to be fat, but now he has lost a lot of weight. He has more muscles and looks stronger.

"I don't know either..." Fatty Wei said with a bitter face: "I just followed the instructions of the monitor, running up, catching the bomb, twisting the waist, swinging the arm, clasping the wrist... I have done everything, but the grenade is flying. Not far, what can I do?"

Li Zheng can throw bombs 41 meters. His performance is considered good among recruits, so he doesn't need to go to the commando team.

He has seen Fatty Wei throwing bombs before, his run-up is as fierce as the wind, and his arms are as fast as electricity, but for some reason, after the grenade is released, he looks like a drunk who has not eaten enough. Below the rice noodles.

Ordinarily, Fatty Wei's movements are not bad. Some recruits throw their bombs in all kinds of wrong postures.

Especially after the commando team had been "trained" for so long, with all kinds of corrections, their movements were already amazing, but the grenade couldn't be thrown very far.

Wu Yi personally gave him a little advice on this matter, and in the end even Wu Yi was desperate, and even the squad leader couldn't see anything wrong with it, so Fatty Wei would be sentenced to death—it was hopeless.

"Commando, five-kilometer commando, assemble!"

At the door, Wu Yi's figure entered in a flash, standing there and shouting towards the row of rooms.

"Hurry up! Don't waste time, let's go to activities before it gets dark!"

"Isn't this killing me?" Fatty Wei almost cried out, "Report to the squad leader, I can't even lift up my chopsticks after I dropped a bomb at noon and dinner at night, can I ask for leave?"

Wu Yi walked up to Fatty Wei, looked at the bone-setting water in Li Zheng's hand, then looked at Fatty Wei's half-finished "muscles", and said, "You need your legs to run five kilometers. What's the matter with your legs hurting?" Relationship? Do you want to run with your hands?"

"..."

Fatty Wei's face immediately turned into a rotten pig's liver.

What the squad leader said seems to make sense, so I can't refute it...

Several other recruits in the platoon who failed the five-kilometer pass went out to assemble one by one. Fatty Wei sat on the bench without moving.

Wu Yi said: "Wei Guoxing, am I the one who asked you to go out? A five-kilometer drag is dragging down the entire platoon. If it's a big exam, it's dragging the entire company down. Do you think you have any face? Besides, the big assessment before the company will be held next week, do you think I will let you hold us back like this?"

Fatty Wei said with a bitter face: "Squad leader, I think I'm hopeless, or else..."

There was a glint of hope in his small eyes: "I heard that pig raising in the army doesn't need much physical fitness. After you go down to the company, tell the company commander to throw me to raise pigs. If I go to raise pigs, I will be fine." It's holding everyone back..."

As soon as Wu heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly burst into laughter, which lasted for a long time before he stopped.

He bent down and said to Fatty Wei: "Wei Guoxing, Wei Guoxing, you really have a way of raising pigs, hahahaha! Do you think it was more than ten years ago? Now the frontline combat troops have no side jobs. When our platoon leader was a soldier There is still a swineherd in the company, but it is long gone now, who do you listen to talk about these crap with you? Raising pigs? What are you thinking, this is!"

"Ah? No more pigs?"

Fatty Wei's last hope was gone.

"Then can I go to the cooking class?"

As soon as Wu heard this, he was too angry to scold. Instead, he laughed: "Cooking class? Who did you hear that the cooking class doesn't need to be assessed? Let me tell you, the cooking class still has to carry guns and pots and pans during the big exam. Everyone running together? Your military quality is poor, and the cooking team doesn't want you, do you think the cooking team can get in if you want?"

After speaking, he pulled Fatty Wei up from the stool.

"Get up, don't waste everyone's time, after running and resting, it's time for night training."

"I still need to be trained when I come back..." Fatty Wei was holding the fitness suit, and he was about to collapse, and was escorted out by Wu Yi like a prisoner.

"Squad leader!" Li Zheng caught up and asked Wu Yi, "Can I run with the commando too?"

Wu Yi said in surprise: "You Li Zheng is fine for five kilometers, why join in the fun? Think you are too comfortable?"

Li Zheng said: "I can run with Wei Guoxing, and having someone to run with will help him improve his performance."

Wu Yi thinks about it, and he can't see it with this group of "commandos" by himself. With Li Zheng, who has good training results, running with him to encourage him, he will get twice the result with half the effort.

"Okay, let's run together."

"report!"

The two of them were turning around and planning to go to the five-kilometer starting line when Zhang Jian's voice came from behind them.

Wu Yi turned around: "What's wrong? You want to run too?"

"Yes!" Zhang Jian said, "I also want to increase the amount of training and improve my performance."

Wu Yi nodded approvingly, and said to Fatty Wei: "Did you see that Zhang Jian is at the level of a veteran for five kilometers, and he also volunteered to add meals. Learn from it. This is called a role model!"

Hearing that Wu Yi praised him, Zhang Jian was overjoyed, and glanced in the direction of Li Zheng intentionally or unintentionally.

Li Zheng thought to himself, what's wrong with this guy?

After thinking about it, I figured it out again.

In fact, Zhang Jian must be staring at him. In the past two months, he has been competing with himself all the time.

Now that I have applied for a voluntary run with the five-kilometer commando team, I guess Zhang Jian is a little restless after seeing it, for fear that if he increases the amount of training, it will really be in his hands in the future big test.

He can't afford to lose.

This man is really...

Li Zheng couldn't laugh or cry.

In fact, he really didn't have the heart to compete with Zhang Jian for a day.

It's just that Zhang Jian himself was dazed.

The team started to set off along the five-kilometer route, and after running two kilometers, Fatty Wei's limit state came out.

Generally speaking, other people will only appear in the limit state when they run more than three kilometers. The so-called limit state is that they feel that they cannot breathe oxygen, the head is hypoxic and the eyes are black, and the limbs are in a state of extreme fatigue.

In this state, people are most likely to choose to slow down or even give up and continue running. Once they give up, all previous efforts will be wasted.

Anyone who has run a five-kilometer cross-country in the army knows that when the limit state appears, it is a crisis, but there is also an opportunity. As long as you can survive without slowing down, the limit state will usually pass within one kilometer. Once it passes, People suddenly become energetic as if they have opened up the two veins of Ren and Du, and they will run more comfortably than before.

Fatty Wei usually can't survive when he is in the limit state, and he usually gives up at that time. To put it bluntly, his willpower has collapsed, and if he collapses, he will be finished.

"Backpack straps! Bind him! Drag!"

Wu Yi saw it.

In this case, Fatty Wei might not be able to survive with his own willpower. The only way is to let the fast runner run with a backpack strap, and run if he doesn't run.

After dragging for a long time, you will get used to it in the future, and the performance of the five-kilometer cross-country will improve.

This is the experience of being a squad leader leading troops.

Li Zheng took out the backpack strap that he had prepared earlier, and tied it directly around Fatty Wei's waist.

Wu Yi greeted Zhang Jian: "You drag Ma Teng! He can't do it either!"

"Is it you?"

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared beside everyone.

At first glance, it turned out to be the solemnity of the senior colonel.

"Chief..."

Li Zhenggang wanted to say hello to the chief, but Zhuang Yan stopped him.

"You don't need to shout these during training, stop shouting!"

Then he looked at Fatty Wei and Ma Teng, who was already pale.

"Hehe, you've reached your limit, hold on!"

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(End of this chapter)