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Chapter 235 Watching the Lively Veteran (Please order, please support)
"Hurry up. Everyone behind me runs ahead of me.

I can't even win. During the three months when I took the recruits there, were you really fattening up?

Give me a rush! "

Waking up early in the morning, Silian was brought to the runway by Wu Jianfeng.

eight kilometers.

Not armed, but with sandbags on the legs and a weight vest.

Of course, it is certainly not only those veterans who ran after 40 minute and [-] seconds yesterday are running.

It's all running together.

Nobody dares to question why it wasn't just the veterans who didn't run the 40:[-] yesterday who had to run the [-]K.

The fourteen veterans who ran under 40 minute and [-] seconds didn't even ask why, they had already prepared themselves.

As for the recruits, they have neither the qualifications nor the courage to speak.

Perhaps the only person who can ask is Wang Ye.

But Wang Ye is not a fool.

Unity is strength, which is sung almost every day, is it for nothing?

Asking this, are you scolding yourself?
Therefore, the extra practice of the 400-meter hurdle that Zheng Ke promised yesterday was less than 40 minute and [-] seconds, and today it has become a whole company.

However, he ran back and now looked at Wu Jianfeng who was yelling in front of him.

To be honest, at this moment Wang Ye felt the urge to run over and kick him.

He was so angry that he didn't bring any weights, and he stopped for two laps, stood on the edge of the track and yelled, and when everyone was about to finish a lap, he continued to run in front of everyone.

Yes, he also ran together, but with his running style, how could everyone beat him.

It was very painful, of course the biggest pain did not come from Wu Jianfeng's words, and the oil bottle on the side.

The physical fitness of the recruits who came out of the two training camps in the eighth class is really amazing.

The eight kilometers are now less than five kilometers, and they can't run anymore. Although Wu Jianfeng urged everyone to run too fast and consume too much energy, but it is only half of it, and they have to be dragged now Ran.

Wang Ye and Qiao Xuan were in charge of Peng Yuhang, and each of them dragged him by one arm, which invisibly added dozens of catties to the load.

This made it difficult for Wang Ye to run.

"Brother Wang, class, class assistant, you guys, leave me alone!"

Peng Yuhang, whose arm was held by Wang Ye and Qiao Xuan, was a little pale, and while running, he spoke as if he was weak to death.

"Shut up!" Wang Ye didn't speak, but Qiao Xuan turned his head and stared at him.

Then he turned his head and continued to look ahead, gritted his teeth while dragging him to run, and said, "We... our fourth company has never abandoned the tradition of running away from comrades-in-arms, no... don't abandon, don't give up!"

He was also sweating profusely, and even when he said this, his face flushed red in order to complete these words.

After running for another few tens of meters, he turned his head to look at Wang Ye, gasped and gritted his teeth and asked, "Is it okay!"

"Ok!"

Wang Ye only replied one word.

In the next second, something that surprised Wang Ye happened.

He just let go.

He who just said that he would not abandon or give up, now let go decisively, which made Wang Ye a little messy.

"Then hold on, I'll replace Li Bing."

After saying this, he slowed down and turned around.

Wang Ye also looked back.

Well, Li Bing does look a little bit dead in the back.

He didn't pull it by himself, it was because he and Zhou Qi were also dragging Zhang Wen, that's why it happened like this.

In fact, the physical fitness of the non-commissioned officers in the eighth squad is not bad, but now except for the two recruits, the two senior soldiers are also a little stretched, and they need to be pushed or even pulled for a while from time to time.

This made several non-commissioned officers very busy and tired.

Naturally, it was not easy for Wang Ye.

With a word of "don't give up, don't give up", Wang Ye insisted on leading Peng Yuhang from the beginning to the end of the race.

"Brother Wang, you are really my dear brother!" On the grass beside the runway, everyone was lying here paralyzed, regardless of the dew or not.

Now Peng Yuhang turned his head and looked at Wang Ye with a disgusting look.

This made Wang Ye, who was gasping for breath, turn his head to look over, and immediately gave him a blank stare: "If you really have a brother like you, I'll be exhausted!"

"I'll buy you a drink, really, wait...I'll go buy a Coke during the break!"

"I want orange juice"

After saying this, Wang Ye looked back at the sky.

At this second, Wang Ye was actually a little depressed.

Of course, it has nothing to do with Peng Yuhang.

It's because the skillsization failed.

I don't know if the eight kilometers is not a normal training subject in the army, or because the eight kilometers are actually the same as the five kilometers, so after Wang Ye finished the eight kilometers, he failed when he wanted to become skilled.

This made Wang Ye's idea of ​​another ability to increase physical strength come to nothing.

"Here, one for each, take it!"

At eight o'clock, after the exercise class started, Quan Lian was first taken to the 400-meter obstacle course for a run.

After the end, the recruits began to receive new equipment.

Engineer shovel, one for each recruit.

"How can you send us this, and let us go camping again?"

"Hey, this baked egg is really delicious, did you use it?"

There is no seriousness such as the ceremony of giving the gun when the engineer shovel is issued.

Just in front of the dormitory building, the veterans moved out, and then the recruits received one each, and stood aside after receiving it.

So now there are recruits with new equipment, smiling and chatting.

"Your recruit company still lets the camp cook?" Wang Ye saw recruits from the Iron Bones Heroes recruit company, and asked the recruits who came out of the concentration camp.

"Well, don't you have any? We also asked ourselves to cook and cook. We also sent engineering shovels at that time. This is the cooking pot!"

A private soldier who came out of the training camp cheerfully raised the engineering shovel in his hand.

"Brother Wang, did your recruit company really not go camping?"

At this time, Peng Yuhang, who had turned into Wang Ye's puppy legs, approached with a smile and asked in a low voice.

"There is camping, but there is no cooking with a sapper shovel!"

During Wang Ye's recruiting company, there was camping, and the training was camping outside, but the engineer shovel was never seen at all, okay?

"Beep beep~" (Whistle sound, change it, save you from complaining!)
Zheng Ke blew the whistle vigorously.

"Line up!"

Soon, the recruits and veterans quickly returned to their positions according to shifts and rows.

"Stand at attention ~ rest"

Without saying too much, after Zheng Ke formed the team, he directly led the team to run under the watchful eyes of Wu Jianfeng.

The recruits with engineering shovels were curious about what they were going to do, and after ten minutes, they left the camp and went up a hill outside, and everyone knew.

Digging trenches, or digging foxholes.

Each recruit is required to dig one himself.

And it must be more than one meter deep, and it can only be more or less according to the height of the individual.

And this depth is the height from the ground to the digging, and the excavated mud has to be piled up in front of it to cover it.

The total height must reach 1.6 meters, and at the same time, a cliff hole must be drawn in the direction of the enemy.

"Fortifications are the capital of our survival. Dig hard and dig hard." Zheng Ke sternly shouted at a group of recruits who were bending over and pouting buttocks and wielding engineering shovels.

"Building foxholes is the simplest form of fortification, but it is also the most used one on the battlefield.

It was on our southern border back then.

Our ancestors, relying on such foxholes and various fortifications, greatly reduced the casualty rate. "

After a pause, Zheng Ke continued to speak loudly: "A foxhole can increase our survival rate tenfold on a battlefield full of gunfire like modern warfare.

Therefore, this is the official first lesson of your next company, and it is also the most important lesson! "

Everyone knows what Zheng Ke said.

But understanding and suffering are two different things.

Digging a hole in a mountainous area requires an engineer shovel, which requires a depth of one meter and a size of about 80 meters and centimeters. This is definitely a hard job.

The key is to get it right before eating.

This forced everyone to fly the engineering shovel.

Of course, if it's just like this, it's nothing.

The most important thing is that there are still a group of veterans pointing and watching.

They call it supervision in the name of supervision and guide the recruits in their work.

But judging by their cheerful appearance now, it is clear that they are just watching the excitement.

Especially for Wang Ye, a few veterans from the eighth squad next to him stood silently, and veterans from other squads came to give pointers from time to time.

These guys really want to have fun now, it's not that Zheng Ke is here, and it's not that they are afraid of retribution for being too ostentatious, they all want to go to the service agency to buy some sunflower seeds.

Watching Wang Ye sweating profusely while knocking melon seeds, and pointing to Wang Ye from time to time that the shovel has scooped too little soil, and the force of the shovel is not right.
Happy to hear it!
Yesterday, Wang Ye was 400 meters away. Their veterans suffered from the old nose. Now they can do nothing and watch Wang Ye, a new recruit, do the work that new recruits have to do.

How can this not make them happy.

(End of this chapter)