Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 122 The Flying Fatty

The weather was fine on the morning of the big test.

Autumn has already entered, and the temperature in the mountainous area is humid and cool in the morning, and it is quite chilly.

Li Zheng put on his camouflage uniform, put on his training shoes, checked his shoelaces and belt, put on his rucksack with a quilt on his back, and hurried out to assemble.

Standing on the lawn in front of the barracks, looking around, all platoons are gathering, and recruits are constantly rushing into the ranks.

A youthful hormone permeates the tense air.

Wen Lei, the second platoon leader standing in front of the queue, has already started to cheer for his soldiers.

"This morning is the five-kilometer cross-country assessment. The whole team will rely on the ranking unit. The team leader said that whichever platoon can run first will be given a third-class merit indicator. Do you want to make meritorious service?!"

"miss you!"

"If you think about it, you have to be strong! Do you have the strength!"

"Have!"

The recruits in the second row were shouting one by one, with blue veins on their necks, as if they were going to roar out a hole in the sky.

The most annoying thing is that Wen Lei glanced in the direction of the row when he was beating his blood.

Just at this glance, there was a little more lightning and sparks in the air.

How could a veteran like Hou Jun swallow this breath, so he started to pour chicken blood at the throat.

"Negties in a row! Aren't we the best!?"

"Yes!"

Everyone was already on fire, and now they were not to be outdone, shouting louder than the second row.

Li Zheng felt that he had yelled at the loudest decibel in his life, and his vocal cords felt a little aching.

"We are in a row! What does one represent?!"

"First!"

"represents what!?"

"First!"

"Louder, I can't hear you!"

"First!"

"Louder!"

"First!"

After the recruits in the first row replied three times in a row, Hou Jun showed a satisfied smile, and glanced in the direction of the second row seemingly unintentionally but very intentionally.

Just glanced at it, and smiled at Wen Lei by the way.

The taste in that kind of smile can only be felt but not expressed in words.

The starting point of the five-kilometer cross-country is at the old position. The concrete road above the rostrum of the big playground follows the same route as usual. It passes through the first battalion of recruits, runs the cement road and passes by the No. 1 highland, and finally crosses the national road outside, from the division headquarters Re-enter the garrison camp in the direction of the gate, run westward, and return to the starting point of the second battalion of recruits.

According to the order of the first, second and third battalions, the departure time of the second battalion is in the middle, and one row is placed every minute.

"It's all active, stretch your legs, do a few squats and stand up, and jump!"

Hou Jun urged each of the soldiers in each row to prepare for exercise.

As usual, Li Zheng rolled his trousers to his knees to reduce friction when running.

Don't underestimate this little detail. When halfway through the five kilometers, people are almost wet with sweat, and the trousers are no exception. At that time, the wet trousers will stick to the skin, increasing the friction. lead to greater physical exertion.

"Later, Li Zheng, you are in charge of Wei Guoxing, Zhang Jian, you run with the boy, and you..."

Wu Yi was busy, and assigned the task later.

"I will lead the team and run together. Those in front don't panic, don't be nervous. I will control the rhythm. Don't run fast at the beginning, and let go after the last mile!"

Before starting to set off, Li Zheng was already sweating nervously.

He wasn't panicking at first, but Wu Yi became a little nervous when he said that.

Fatty Wei pressed his legs beside Li Zheng, and said while pressing, "If I really can't do it later, you will die!"

Li Zheng said: "Last night, you said that a scholar died for a confidant, so tell me now that you can't do it?"

Fatty Wei said: "I'm not covering the bottom line, no one can guarantee that the worst will happen, right?"

Li Zheng asked with some concern: "Then how do you feel now? Is your condition OK?"

Fatty Wei jumped twice on the spot, stood there feeling it again, took a deep breath and said, "It seems to be okay!"

Li Zheng was amused by him: "It's okay? Like?"

"Second battalion, four companies and one row! Come to the starting line!"

The duty officer wearing a red armband blew the whistle in his mouth, then waved his hand and pointed to the starting line.

"Pass all in one row! Hurry up!"

Hou Jun drove the recruits to the starting line like ducks.

Several officers with stopwatches stood by to check the time, and then signaled to the officer on duty that they were ready.

"preparation--"

The officer on duty raised the small red flag in his hand and put the whistle in his mouth again.

"Beep-"

As the whistle sounded, a row of soldiers hula-la ran out.

All squad leaders are accompanied by running, but only for running, and are not allowed to participate in any assistance.

Wu Yi ran at the front, leading the team to control the speed.

The rest of the squad leaders were on both sides of the team, marching around the recruits like shepherd dogs herding sheep.

At first, Fatty Wei didn't run fast.

This is a tactic that has been discussed before.

Fatty Wei's usual five-kilometer performance was too poor, so Wu Yi told him not to rush into the first echelon, as long as he could follow.

As a veteran, Wu Yi knows what kind of speed can run within 25 minutes and 30 seconds.

按照新大纲的规定，五公里武装越野24岁以下的优秀、良好、及格的标准分别是：20'30''、23'00''、25'30''。

It is impossible to meet the requirements of the new barracks to run excellently, so it is only required to meet the standard within 25 minutes and 30 seconds.

However, even these 25 minutes and 30 seconds are usually fatal to Fatty Wei.

In the platoon, Li Zheng and the others can run within 22 minutes, and the other comrades can also run within 25 minutes. He is the only soldier in the entire platoon who can run beyond 26 minutes.

Li Zheng followed Fatty Wei and ran with a roll of backpack straps in his satchel. As long as Fatty Wei couldn't run, he would immediately tie the backpack straps around Fatty Wei's waist and drag him to run.

In the army, this dragging method has an ugly and embarrassing common name-pull the dog!
Fatty Wei is often the one being pulled.

A mile passed quickly.

Li Zheng is very relaxed, after all, Fatty Wei's pace is not high.

"How does it feel? How does it breathe?"

He looked at Fatty Wei next to him.

Dense beads of sweat had already appeared on Fatty Wei's forehead, sliding down his chubby cheeks.

"It seems to be okay."

Fatty Wei can speak, which proves that breathing is smooth at present.

Li Zheng was a little surprised.

The speed of running in a row today is obviously faster than the previous training.

Fatty Wei was able to follow behind the team for more than ten meters without being pulled away, and he could still speak, which showed that he was really fine at the moment and could stabilize at this speed.

Li Zheng tentatively asked, "Do you want to speed up?"

Fatty Wei nodded sharply: "Yeah!"

Li Zheng has his own plans. Fatty Wei is currently in good shape, and he wants to see if this guy is a fake.

If it is a false fire, the acceleration will inevitably cause shortness of breath, or even difficulty in breathing. If this happens, reduce the speed a little to the level that Fatty Wei can accept.

To be able to speed up, of course you have to speed up, don't waste your good condition and abundant physical strength.

"Then follow me and run faster!"

Li Zheng said while speeding up.

He is fast, and so is Fatty Wei.

Li Zheng was amazed in his heart, wondering if Fatty Wei really wasn't bragging?

He couldn't run fast because he was not in good shape and his feet hurt, not because he was physically weak?

Thinking in my heart, I quickened my pace again.

After running more than 100 meters, Fatty Wei just followed him and did not fall behind.

He continues to accelerate...

After 100 meters, Fatty Wei still just followed, nothing happened.

At this time, the two of them had already reached the first echelon of the first row.

The comrades around were surprised to see Fatty Wei running up shoulder to shoulder with him. They all thought that they were running slowly, so they also started to speed up.

Soon, Wu Yi, who was leading the team, realized that something was wrong.

"What's the matter, what's the matter? I don't want to allocate my energy anymore!? There are still more than three kilometers! You are working hard now, will you have to be pulled by everyone later?!"

Wu Yizhong was full of energy, for him, the current speed was a piece of cake, he could run down with a cigarette in his mouth.

As soon as he said that, everyone held back their pace and slowed down.

But soon, Wu Yi found that the team was running faster without realizing it, and had already run ahead of him.

His character itself is to control the speed, but now he is affected by the recruits instead.

So I looked around and soon found the crux of the problem.

It's Fatty Wei, Fatty Wei is in the first echelon.

He ran fast, and the other soldiers followed suit.

"Fatty Wei!"

He is a little hot.

"After a while you faint and no one can carry you!"

Suddenly, Fatty Wei, who had been scolded, turned his head in the crowd, and shouted at Wu Yi in a spirited voice: "Squad leader, I am full of energy today! Can you let me run faster?!"

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