Ballistic Silence of Special Years

There was no rest time at noon, and we continued on the road.

In fact, it’s not that the instructor in charge of supervision insists on urging everyone to continue marching—you can choose to sleep here, but others can leave.

No one is stopping you from being bad, but after you are bad, you will be kicked out.

From the very beginning, the Special Operations Brigade established a concept in every soldier's mind - the weak are not accommodated here.

Under careful scrutiny, this is actually an interesting thing.

Platoon leader Tong Zhi said to everyone that you will gradually get used to this model in the future.

The pattern of special forces.

The training here is inhumane, beyond the limit that ordinary humans cannot bear.

So those who can stay here are people with faith in their hearts.

What do you believe in?

The spirit of not accepting failure.

Military honor.

And the pride of being a soldier in the Special Forces of the Republic.

Without these, you can't make it to the end here and become a real special forces soldier.

After going back on the road again, Li Zheng found that everyone had changed significantly.

Last night, the comrades in the platoon were inexplicably excited.

Although everyone was a little afraid of the devil week that started the next day, but generally speaking, no one thought they were not good enough. Everyone believed that they would definitely be able to survive the devil week. Everyone felt that they were tempered by half a year of military life. Finally, the endurance is absolutely excellent.

So when I heard the emergency assembly whistle in the morning and gathered together, I was very excited, and I was eager to try.

Until the departure in the morning, the team still felt a little high-spirited. Many people were still humming and whistling, looking relaxed and indifferent.

But in the afternoon, Li Zheng found that no one was whistling or humming.

Everyone is walking in silence.

go silently.

Occasionally, a jeep drove by, rolled up the dust and swished to the front, and disappeared at the end of the road.

Looking up, one will feel a sense of despair.

Although you know in your heart that there are still [-] kilometers left in the afternoon, you feel guilty in your heart, feeling that you don’t know where the end is, as if there is no end, and even after the setback at noon, you are no longer sure whether you can make it to the end.

No one hummed or whistled any more.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, Li Zheng saw Fatty Wei, who was walking in front, began to walk in a somewhat unnatural posture.

So he tugged at him and asked, "What's the matter? Did you put sanitary napkins in your shoes again?"

Fatty Wei shook his head and said, "Of course not!"

Li Zheng looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Then why is it weird that you left?"

Fatty Wei pointed to his thigh, and said with a painful face, "It seems to be rubbing my crotch."

"Crotch grinding?"

This is nothing new.

I remember that on the night when I came back from running ten kilometers for the first time, many people rubbed their crotches.

But at that time it was mild, not serious.

But Fatty Wei's painful expression now clearly told Li Zheng that he had worn his crotch very badly.

What Li Zheng didn't know was that crotch grinding was most likely to happen on rainy days, or after soaking in water before marching.

And crotch grinding is generally more likely to happen to fat people than to thin people, and it is more serious.

The marching route in the morning, everything is in order.

Why is the most serious crotch grinding in rainy days?

Because of water.

There is water in the clothes, there is water in the trousers.

Marching on a sunny day, the sweat on the clothes will not actually stay too much, because it will be dried by the sun, leaving only salt stains.

What I’m most afraid of is the weather that is half cloudy and half sunny or sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy, or if you have to wade through mud and water, and then walk ashore, you will soon wear your crotch.

Sharpening a knife on a dry whetstone is far less effective than pouring a little water on it.

Thinking of the whetstone, Li Zheng couldn't help but bared his teeth.

He could even feel how the skin on the base of the thighs of a fat and wet guy like Wei Fatty had worn down.

Li Zheng couldn't think of any way to help Fatty Wei.

The only thing to do is to go to the assembly point at night and ask the health worker accompanying the team to ask for some iodine and other potions for disinfection to avoid inflammation.

Or choose a looser camouflage pants to wear when leaving tomorrow, and then put it in neutral without wearing underwear, which is also a helpless way.

"Can you persist?" Li Zheng asked Fatty Wei.

I have already lost a battle at noon and missed the opportunity to eat hot food.

Fatty Wei is determined to get the hot food tonight.

In fact, the soldiers in a platoon are not inferior to any platoon in a company in terms of physical fitness.

The reason why I fell to the point of eating slops at noon today was because I was delayed by sanitary napkins.

Dinner is very important, we must get food, otherwise tomorrow will be difficult.

Facts have proved that it is a rational choice to overcome the psychological barrier at the meeting point at noon and choose to fish for food in the bucket.

Otherwise, they probably don't have the physical strength to walk so fast now.

Along the way, Li Zheng and Fatty Wei saw a soldier sitting on the side of the road unable to move forward after walking for a while.

Then there will be a platoon leader or an instructor who will come up and ask if you can persist. If you can persist, you can continue. If you can’t persist, you can quit.

Most of these are people who have not been able to get food at noon.

Just relying on three poor compressed biscuits and a little water, I can't stand it at all.

After all, most of the recruits have only been in the army for more than half a year.

This "Devil Week" is the most unfriendly to the recruits of the whole brigade. Li Zheng saw that most of the recruits sitting on the side of the road and unable to walk were recruits. There will be problems.

So he understood why Fatty Wei gritted his teeth and insisted on not giving up.

He couldn't even stop to treat the wound, because that way, let alone hogwash at night, you wouldn't have enough soil to eat.

Fatty Wei's persistence finally got a reasonable return.

During the march in the afternoon, under the leadership of Hou Jun, a veteran, everyone finally entered the last 10 kilometers of the raid with the leading position of the whole battalion.

At the starting point of the final 10-kilometer dash, Li Zheng discovered an amazing scene.

Brigadier Zhuang Yan, Deputy Brigadier Li Haiou, and Chief of Staff Han Xiaobei were already there!
Among the three, Li Haiou's face was the scariest. His head was dripping with sweat, and his face looked as if someone had painted it with cucumber juice. He looked very creepy.

And all of them were covered in sweat and mud, obviously they had walked here too.

Fatty Wei pointed at the starting point and screamed: "Look, the brigade commander is there."

Zhuang Yan also saw Li Zheng and the others, and waved to them, "Hurry up, Li Zheng! A batch has already passed by, let's see if you can catch up with them? The food at the finish line tonight is good, but it's still limited. Eat early and rest early!"

Li Zheng couldn't believe his eyes, his "master" was already a brigade commander, and he was still walking with him! ?
"Brigadier, why are you here?" He still couldn't help asking a stupid question.

Smiling solemnly, he said, "You soldier, it's really interesting. My troops are here. Where can I go if I'm not here?"

Li Zheng was taken aback for a moment before realizing his stupidity.

Before he could say another word, Zhuang Yan had already lightly kicked his ass.

"Run away! You want to stay here to raise a baby!?"

Feed?

Li Zheng and Hou Jun ran out along the mountain road. After running for a while, everyone finally realized that the brigade commander's words were really funny, and couldn't help laughing.

After Li Zheng and the others ran away, they looked at the time solemnly, and said to Li Haiou: "Deputy brigade commander, have you recovered yet? Let's start running too."

Li Haiou's expression was very reluctant, he didn't want to admit defeat, but he couldn't admit defeat; he wanted to rise up, but he was unable to rise up.

He suddenly regretted that during the meeting yesterday, he volunteered to follow the army like these two psychopaths.

I thought that at any rate, there would be an even tie, so as to win back a little teacher E's face.

Didn't expect this damn...

These two guys seem to be playing, and they can always reach the finish line first.

He didn't want to be underestimated, so he bit the bullet and tried his best to keep up, but he almost didn't become disabled from exhaustion.

Han Xiaobei smiled meaningfully at the side, and said: "I said Deputy Brigadier Li, yesterday we told you to go with the logistics vehicle, but you don't want to? I agree that all members of our team should go with the soldiers." Training, but step by step, your current physical fitness..."

He shook his head, but didn't say the last sentence "not even a soldier".