Ballistic Silence of Special Years

After Wang Fang left, the soldiers in the canal became a little depressed.

Time is still passing bit by bit, the cold water and the chilly wind are still taking away the body temperature bit by bit.

By two o'clock in the morning, two more had opted out.

One soldier couldn't move when he was pulled up, lying on the ground shaking like chaff, and was carried away by the health staff.

Li Zheng had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It seems that these instructors are merciless in their actions.

Holding a flashlight, Tong Zhi walked back and forth by the ditch, checking whether everyone stood or squatted down as required.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly found that Ma Teng's body was exposed on the water, so he kicked a handful of soil with his feet, and it fell on Ma Teng's head.

Ma Teng picked up the water and wanted to wash off the sand on his face, but Tong Zhi yelled at him: "Immerse your body in the water, don't think that I can't see the water, so you can be lazy and half stand!"

Ma Teng hesitated for a few seconds, and finally stammered, "Platoon leader...really...cold..."

Tong Zhi smiled.

He said, "Cold? Of course it's cold. If it's not cold, why would I bring you here? Do you think I brought you here to see the scenery?"

As he said that, he squatted by the canal, looked at his soldiers in the canal, and asked, "How is it? Does it feel good?"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and finally shook their heads together.

Tong Zhi said: "It's okay to feel uncomfortable. This kind of training is for torture. If you can't bear it, you can stand up and choose to quit. I won't stop you. Let me tell you, this kind of training is dangerous. If you really can’t bear it, just quit! No shame! Normal people choose to quit, only lunatics choose to stay! Our special forces just don’t want normal people.”

Fatty Wei said: "The platoon...the platoon leader...how long..."

Tong Zhi looked at his watch and told him, "More than three hours."

Looking at Fatty Wei, he asked again, "What's the matter? Do you think it's almost time?"

Fatty Wei was really counting the time.

It said four hours earlier.

It's been over three hours now.

It stands to reason that it is almost over.

After a while, no more than an hour, it is considered a pass.

But how can this little thought be hidden from an old instructor like Tong Zhi?
"Don't think about it when I say fat man. Don't you know that the training time of our special forces can be increased at any time? Whether to increase the time or not is just a word from me."

He stood up and announced loudly: "An extra hour of cold resistance training tonight, if it is not enough, you can add it! Add it until dawn!"

When he said that, the mentality of the soldiers in the canal suddenly collapsed.

Li Qiman was a second-year soldier, he was bold, and was the first to protest: "Platoon leader! You can't count your words!"

Tong Zhi noticed him, walked up to him, and looked at Li Qiman.

Anyway, he was born as a scout, so Li Qiman's endurance is of course much better than that of recruits, and the scout battalion also has related training, but it's not so cruel.

Seeing that Tong Zhi came to him and looked at him, Li Qiman also went all out, looked at Tong Zhi with his neck stuck up, thinking to himself, what are you doing, kill me!I don't believe you dare? !

But thinking of Tong Zhi, he didn't punish him, but smiled.

"That's right! Looking at so many people, you are the most resistant to cold, and you are still very angry when speaking. It seems that there is a fire in your stomach and you are not afraid of the cold."

He stood up again.

"We have a capable person in our platoon! Not bad! In order to show respect to this capable person, I decided to add an extra hour to the previous one."

As soon as this remark came out, Quan Lian was shocked.

Many people immediately exploded.

"Platoon leader, this is not fair!" Someone said: "We didn't talk!"

Tong Zhi turned his head and glanced at the person who said "unfair", snorted and said, "This is your comrade-in-arms friendship? What? It's Li Qiman's fault if something happens, and you can't take the blame together? If his protest just now was effective, I will Accepted, are you going to treat him as a hero again?"

Standing up as he spoke, he issued another maddening order.

"One more hour!"

"Li Zheng... Demon Tong is crazy..."

Fatty Wei was like a helpless child, and his tone of voice made people believe that he was going to cry in a second.

"He is deliberately breaking our psychological defense. Remember, the more you do this, the more you have to hold back. I was a little scared before. Damn, now that he is doing this, I am not afraid!"

He is a person who has experienced life and death under the most desperate situation.

It can be said that among the soldiers of the whole company, he is the one who has done the best psychological construction and has the highest tenacity.

This kind of psychological strength is bought in exchange for life and death, and it cannot be easily achieved by ordinary people.

"Li Zheng!" Tong Zhi heard Li talking, so he turned his head: "What are you muttering about?!"

"Report to the platoon leader! I was thinking, it's a joke for you to add three hours casually! In this way, we will have no rest time until dawn, so tomorrow we will continue on the road without a rest time, while other companies It's not fair to us to have enough time to rest and recover! Don't you want us all out of commando?"

Li Zheng's words attracted the attention of the instructors.

Such a bold recruit is really rare.

He actually questioned his platoon leader in reverse.

Second Lieutenant Linghu Qiang of the Navy's Amphibious Reconnaissance Brigade said to Tong Zhi: "Old Tong, this soldier in your platoon is quite interesting! If you think it's tricky, you can give it to me. I want it, and I promise to teach it well!"

Zhang Chen, the instructor from the Sword Brigade, also teased Tong Zhi, saying: "Yeah, you can't hold back, you can teach me, I have plenty of ways!"

Who is Tong Zhi?

How could he fail to see that these two guys were poaching?

Tong Zhi knew exactly what Li Zheng's quality was.

"You should die! The soldiers in my platoon want to take fertilizer from me to water your fields unless they quit by themselves? Just dream!"

What he said amused Linghu Qiang and Zhang Chen, and they leaned forward and backward with laughter.

Tong Zhi came to Li Zheng and stared at him for a while.

Although Li Zheng looked pale and trembling from the cold, the energy between his brows and eyes was still there, not weak at all.

"Strange..."

He was a little surprised.

This is just a rookie egg.

However, he had to suppress Li Zheng's protest just now.

This is a contest between soldiers and instructors.

If you can't control yourself, you won't be able to tame these Maxima.

"I know it would be unfair to you if you add three hours, but aren't you from the fourth company of sharpshooters in Division E? And you—"

He pointed to Li Qiman: "Don't you claim to be a multi-professional expert in the reconnaissance company? What? You can't stand it after a few more hours? If you can't stand it, you can quit! I beg you to stay?"

Li Zheng never took his eyes off Tong Zhi, and when his platoon leader finished speaking, he said again: "Platoon leader, this is not fair!"

After Tong Zhi listened carefully to Li Zheng's protest, a cold light shot out of his eyes at the end, and he said each word: "Be fair, don't come to the devil's week to ask for it. How to run tomorrow, how to win, how not to be eliminated, how to be in the devil's week It’s your job to survive the week, not mine. I’m in charge of solving problems, and you’re in charge of making it through! Want to be a special soldier? Then show your skills, or don’t act like a sissy here Li Ba Suo cried and asked me for fairness! There is no fairness here, only orders!"