Ballistic Silence of Special Years

In fact, Li Zheng has been living in a muddle since the adaptation.

And it wasn't just him.

The soldiers left by the entire fourth company, including the soldiers from the reconnaissance battalion, were in a bit of a daze.

That's how people are.It has been reorganized, but the future is uncertain. Although the chief officers of the company are all there, the word "agent" is hung in front of the title, and everyone is uneasy.

At the time of the adaptation, Hou Jun vented all his emotions on training because most of his soldiers were gone. He led a group of soldiers to train like crazy every day, and used energy to repel sorrow.

When the final adaptation was completely settled, people from the reconnaissance battalion came again, and then the backbone dug by the brigade commander Zhuang Yan from other special forces came in again. Facing the unfamiliar new platoon leader Tong Zhi, Li Zheng didn't know what to do. end.

Fortunately, the squad leader is Hou Jun.

Everything seems to be gradually on track.

The former fourth company became the current first company, and the former second battalion became the special investigation battalion.

The company was designated as the only commando in the whole brigade, which was an honor and also a responsibility.

Heaven is about to send a great mission to the people of Sri Lanka, and they must first work hard on their muscles and bones, and suffer their hearts and minds.

The truth in the old saying is precipitated after thousands of years, and it is absolutely correct.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

If the special warfare brigade is a sharp blade of the D Group Army, then the special reconnaissance battalion is the blade on the blade, and the commando team is the tip of the blade.

The two forms pasted behind the door of the row room, as well as Tong Zhi's announcement in public, indicated that the life-threatening days had begun.

In the past, Li Zheng didn't know the gap between himself and the special forces.

Even with the soldiers of the reconnaissance battalion, I feel that except for some specific subjects, there is actually not much difference.

But the new company commander and platoon leader quickly let them know what the gap is.

Physical training is generally placed in the morning and evening, and most of the daytime is professional training, interspersed with physical fitness.

On the first day, after crossing the ten-kilometer cross-country, Li Zhengren could barely stand up after the finish line.

After running five kilometers off-road, at most, I feel uncomfortable and want to vomit, and I feel my head is a little swollen.

But after running ten kilometers cross-country, the feeling...

It feels unreal to look at things, as if the human soul is about to leave the body and fly out of the body.

Fatty Wei, who was the fastest runner among the recruits of the whole company, was very embarrassed when he ran five kilometers for a while. He never knew whether he ate steamed buns or steamed buns from the army, or the big pot of vegetables fried by the cooking team, or whether he was caught by the army. The squad leader punished and punished, practiced and practiced, and suddenly opened up Ren and Du's second channel. After becoming a cross-country master, he bragged that he could easily run down to No. 1 even with a cigarette in his mouth.

But this time he didn't dare to waste time, and ran honestly. Although he was still the first after the run, the time was 45 minutes and 21 seconds.

Tong Zhi looked at his results, but he didn't hold back at all, saying, Fatty Wei, didn't you say that you are the fastest runner among the recruits from your old fourth company?That's it?Qualified or not?That's it? !
The two "just this" made Fatty Wei feel ashamed, and almost jumped off the mountain to commit suicide.

According to Fatty Wei's temper in the past, anyone who said this had no ability would really refute it better than him. Usually, you can do what you want, and you can do what you want with me!

But this time he really didn't dare to say it.

Li Zheng could be considered to have seen what is called a special forces instructor.

In the past, the squad leader led the soldiers to run five kilometers, all empty-handed, with their belts in their hands, like driving sheep.

But Tong Zhi, the acting platoon leader, is different. If you carry a gun, he will carry a gun;

Anyway, he will come as the soldiers come, the full name is to accompany the run.

It's enough to just run with you, but they still rush back and forth, yelling at the fast runner at the front of the line, telling you to run faster, why is it so fast?Can't even pass!

After a while, I got to the end of the line again, and started cursing at the soldiers who fell behind, the cursing was really ugly...

"At your level, what are you still doing in the company?!"

"Don't you put in some effort and plan to go to the bridal chamber?"

"At your level, you still want to stay in the commando!? Hurry up and run for me! Otherwise, I will tell you to leave in a few days and go to the logistics to support those battalions!"

Check it out!

This is a curse...

Li Zheng sometimes felt that the platoon leader Tong Zhi's mouth was really smelly, as if he hadn't brushed his teeth for a week.

Can't you talk properly if you have something to say?
But he dared not say it.

Because he himself felt the chill.

He was usually able to compete with Zhang Jian for second place in the fourth round, but now he is only in the middle of the team.

Several of the scouts were faster than him.

He finally understood what it means to be a chicken head rather than a phoenix tail.

Although the phoenix is ​​a phoenix, it also shits, doesn't it?
Fenghuang's excrement may not be more fragrant than chicken's.

In the old fourth company, Youzai Youzai ran the top three, that kind of self-confidence and sense of accomplishment are pleasing.

But here, running in the middle is still a result of working hard to get the result. Don't dare to slack in the middle, otherwise you will fall behind the team.

They are all selected soldiers, everyone has a good foundation, and none of them want to be eliminated or driven away. They all want to stay as commandos.

So everyone is desperate.

Not to mention myself, even Hou Jun, the acting platoon leader in the past, was a sergeant after all, but now he ran like a soldier without any special care.

During the run, I also encountered soldiers from other platoons, and everyone ran along the same route.

In fact, Li Zhengding hated meeting other platoons.

Once met, it is an indescribable disaster.

The veterans or officers of the special forces of the Air Force, Navy, and Army will greet each other whenever they meet. Coincidentally, you also ran ten kilometers?
That's right, take them out for activities, and go back later to organize ten and one hundred.

How is the quality of your troops?
cough!no!Hey, how are your soldiers doing?

Forget it!Wow!
or……

Ok?
Bibi?

Just compare!
Then the two real special forces started to get angry and shouted at their own soldiers: "Hey, hey! Let's run! They started slower than us, and they caught up with us!"

And the other shouted: "Look at you, you have all chased here, work harder and overtake them! Whoever overtakes them today will give him ten hundred for free!"

Li Zheng sometimes wondered whether these second lieutenants and non-commissioned officers had all attended the same training class, called the chicken blood class.

Especially able to fight chicken blood.

Special can incite.

He can pick things up.

Sure enough, it was from the special forces.

With such a shout, it's okay, the slow-running platoon feels ashamed, even if it is dead or disabled, it will fight forward desperately.

Those soldiers who ran to catch up with others, heard from the platoon leader that they could avoid ten or one hundred, and they spread their feet and overtook them as if they had been beaten to death.

One must be overtaken, and the other must not be allowed to overtake.

As a result, when they returned to the finish line, both of them passed out directly, just like Li Zheng and Zhang Jian's rivalry.

This kind of thing happens every day.

Every morning when the whistle is blown, people become numb, not win numb, but numb.

run chant!

But no matter how hard it is, no one dares to say no, no one dares to complain in person.

why?
The reason is very simple.

His mother's acting company commander Ji Zhizhao is crazy, every morning he wakes up earlier than soldiers, every day he stands in front of everyone in camouflage, his gun and rucksack are already ready.

When the soldiers ran, he ran too.

Who is not running at all?
One is the guard on duty, the second is the cook and helper in the cooking team, and the third is the platoon leader on duty, who is in charge of the card table.

On the seventh day, Fatty Wei was washing and scrubbing in the bathroom, when he suddenly burst into tears, sobbing while holding on to the faucet.

Li Zheng asked him: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

Fatty Wei twitched his nose twice, pitifully like a helpless child, and said, "It's so fucking hard, I've grown up so much, I've never experienced such bitterness..."

Li Zheng smiled wryly, and looked at the side. Zhang Jian was beside him. Zhang Jian had already become a dog from exhaustion. His usual arrogance and arrogance could not be found on his face, and all that was left was frustration.

No wonder.

Even Fatty Wei, who was once boasted as a humanoid perpetual motion machine among the recruits of the Fourth Company, was dealt a fatal blow, let alone this proud general.

Once upon a time in Silian, Zhang Jian called home how much he could brag about. His father asked him how his training was. Although he didn't dare to say he was number one, he was still the second child in a thousand years.

But now?

When you run ten kilometers, you also eat farts in the middle and back. When you do ten and one hundred, you also grin your teeth and cry for your father and mother. Pull-ups are also like hanging pigs. Even if you use it, you can't do it.

bomb?

60 meters is not far, nor is it short.

In the past, Zhang Jian was able to throw 50 meters, which was also outstanding for recruits.

Now?

The passing line has not been reached...

Zhang Jian lowered his head and frantically washed his face, probably trying to cover up something.

Fatty Wei twitched a few times, and suddenly heard someone crying loudly, and everyone in the bathroom turned around to find out who it was.

After a look, it was Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng is a wonderful work in a row.

He came here with the officers and non-commissioned officers of the special forces, and got out of the car with Tong Zhi.

The moment Li Zheng saw him, he was so startled that he felt hopeless. He was a private soldier and he was a private soldier. He was so awesome that he was actually an instructor.

It was later discovered that this guy was not an instructor...

It's not from any special forces.

Jiang Cheng is a soldier at the air force station, a bird chaser...

Bird repelling was something new to everyone. After asking, they found out that it was because planes at the airport were easily hit by birds when they took off and landed, so there would be a group of special soldiers—bird repellents.

They are responsible for observing and driving away birds over the airport, sometimes using horns, sometimes firing titanium mines with double-barreled shotguns.

Because of his unique eyesight, he was chosen by the brigade commander, brought back to the special warfare brigade as a genius, and sent to the special investigation company.

Jiang Cheng's training foundation is not even as good as these recruits from Silian. In any item—any physical subject, his results are ranked last.

Therefore, he is a great god-level figure who has been punished the most.

"Jiang Cheng, what's wrong with you?"

Li Zheng leaned over, trying to comfort the bird chaser.

Seeing someone comforting him, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt even more sad. He raised his head, opened his mouth, and cried even worse.

"I was cheated by the brigade commander!"