Ballistic Silence of Special Years

"I can do it!"

Li Haiou took off his hat and wiped the sweat on his face.

Han Xiaobei saw that he was fighting hard, but in fact he didn't want Li Haiou to really fight hard. After all, he was much older than the two of them. Although there is an unwritten rule in every special warfare brigade, the training of officers and soldiers is Consistently, it is not required to reach the peak level of soldiers, but at least they must be able to complete various training contents.

After Zhuang Yan became the brigade commander, he continued his usual style. All cadres at the battalion level and below in the brigade must participate in daily training. For the intense training of Devil Week, not only the cadres above the brigade need to participate in some events, but the cadres above the battalion level have to participate in daily training. Participate in physical fitness, shooting, and tactics. The cadres below the company basically have to be with the soldiers, and there is no special difference.

For Han Xiaobei and Zhuang Yan, participating in this kind of long-distance march is not too difficult, but for the cadres left behind by the old teacher, it is terrible.

Originally, as the deputy brigade commander, considering that Li Haiou had no previous experience in this field, he planned to go to the meeting point by car with political commissar Luo Ruo and deputy brigade commander Sun Anming, but Li Haiou did not expect to do so.

He even felt that Luo Ruo and Sun Anming were actually embarrassing Teacher E. By doing so, wouldn't it make Zhuang Yan and Han Xiaobei look down on Teacher E even more? !
Regarding physical fitness, Li Haiou is still a little confident. At least he is a cadre promoted by the top military. Over the years, the company's interest has come, and he has tossed with the company's soldiers. He can always run in the first echelon when he runs five kilometers or something. This forced march was nothing more than a difficult task in his opinion.

But I didn't expect that the forced march was a forced march, but it was completely different from the intensity of the small training camp organized by the company and my own regiment.

Just walking through that swamp made Li Haiou suffer a lot.

The ten-kilometer dash that followed had exhausted Li Haiou's energy.

In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he really hoped that either of Zhuang Yan and Han Xiaobei would feel too tired and wanted to take the car down, so that he could follow along in the car as a matter of course, and Shi Shiran could complete the forced 120 kilometers in comfort. military.

Unexpectedly, Crazy Zhuang and Han Xiaobei came here talking and laughing happily, and took care of themselves all the time.

Now, there are still the last ten kilometers away from the meeting point for the night camp, and he has survived the whole day. Even if he climbs the last ten kilometers, he, Li Haiou, has to climb to the finish line.

Regardless of Han Xiaobei's dissuasion, he gritted his teeth and started the final attack.

Looking at Li Haiou's back, Han Xiaobei said to Zhuang Yan: "I used to think that Lao Li was annoying, but looking at it now, he is actually a man."

Smiling solemnly, he said, "You just found out? Lao Li is a very individual brigade commander. You should give him due respect. In time, he will be a very good deputy brigade commander."

After all, he waved his hand.

"Let's go, run to the finish line with Lao Li."

……

The campsite at night is in a valley next to a remote mountain village.

Within a radius of fifty kilometers, except for this village, there are almost no human traces.

The village is very small, with only a hundred or so households in total. Due to its remote location, young people have already gone out to work in the city, or stayed in first-, second- and third-tier cities after studying to live a mixed life. Here, guarding the land of the ancestors, guarding the loneliness.

Although the location is remote, thanks to the most beautiful rural project carried out in recent years, there is actually a narrow concrete road leading directly to the village.

Most of the last ten kilometers were run on concrete roads.

Some people may feel that running on cement roads is more comfortable than running on mountain roads.

This is also wrong.

If the mountain road is not the kind of strange rocky stone road, but the kind of loess road and red soil road, running is actually more comfortable than cement road.

Because the mud has a cushioning effect, as long as it is not mud, the comfort is quite good.

Running concrete roads is not the case.

The concrete roads in the mountains are full of ups and downs. Going uphill is equally strenuous, but the most fearful thing is going downhill. The heels have to bear a lot of weight, especially when you are physically exhausted. If you are not careful, you may even turn into a rolling gourd. Come on, the back of the head tends to be painful, and the heels are the most prone to swelling.

Therefore, veterans actually like to run on the kind of slightly hard dirt roads, rather than pure cement roads.

In the 10-kilometer raid in the afternoon, the soldiers in the first row went well except for the crotch grinding.

They actually caught up with the first echelon and became one of them to reach the finish line.

In the first echelon, except for the most soldiers in the first company, most of them are scouts from the old scout battalion.

After all, one used to be a training model company, and the other was the elite of the whole division, so the training was naturally better.

From a distance, everyone saw the long table set up in the camp, which was the same as the one at noon.

It was still the familiar tall cooking squad leader named Zhang Fei.

It was the second lieutenant at noon who asked people to carry out food that looked like hogwash and told them to leave hungry if they didn't eat it.

The second lieutenant recognized Hou Jun and Li Zheng at a glance, clapped his hands lightly and said: "Not bad! Not bad! The first batch arrived, you guys have caught up and can eat good food. Now I know I'm right at noon Is it wrong?"

The soldiers nodded.

After all, the second lieutenant was right at noon.

If you stick to your temper and don't eat, it is estimated that you will definitely not be able to run on an empty stomach in the afternoon. It is a problem, and you will definitely not be able to eat hot food for this meal in the evening.

Everyone rushed to the table and had to hurry up to get the food.

People came over one after another.

If you move slowly, it may be empty again later.

This time the table was lined up not with lunch boxes, but with gleaming silver combat preparation basins.

Li Zheng was ecstatic in his heart.

The war preparation pots are all used to hold vegetables, it seems that tonight is cooking.

cool!

His stomach couldn't wait for the comfort of food, and he began to growl in protest.

"what!?"

"what is this!?"

When they squeezed to the table, Li Zheng and his comrades were dumbfounded.

Everyone thought that there was something wrong with their eyes and they saw wrongly.

Hou Jun couldn't help but ask Zhang Fei, the cooking squad leader in charge of food security: "Old Zhang, are you sure this is dinner and not something you were lazy and didn't cook?"

No.

Precisely.

There is no food here.

Only dishes.

but……

Strictly speaking, dishes are not really dishes.

Each combat preparation basin is not filled with delicious "vegetables" in the traditional sense fried from the big pot, but...

A naked chicken with only its hair removed, looked carefully, its eyes were still half-opened, staring at the soldiers standing by the table with dazed and terrified faces.

One by one fish, still alive, twisted their bodies in the basin, making crackling noises.

Apart from this, the most creepy thing is the last combat readiness basin.

It's a snake...

That's right.

snake.

However, Hou Jun was well-informed, and at first glance he was a non-poisonous snake.

only……

Snakes are alive...

That's right.

Live.

The skin was not peeled, nor was it killed. A whole pot of snakes wriggled in the battle preparation pot, raised its head and hissed...

"Fuck!"

Fatty Wei's two-character national curse spoke out the aspirations of all the soldiers on the scene.