They were all reborn and became firefighters again?

Chapter 59 Special Training Course

When we gathered at 9:20, the downstairs of Xinxun Building was already densely packed with people.

At least one company came.

Everyone had a proud look on their faces. Those present were all top physical players selected from each class.

Not only are they proud, but everyone who looks at them has dissatisfaction on their faces. Some of them have been militiamen for a year or two and have been trained by the local armed forces.

Of course, there is no such awesome character who enlists in the army for the second time, and even Fang Huai has heard of it, but has never seen it.

The commander ordered companies one to eight and squads one to nine to stand up.

A corporal with wheat-colored skin, a slightly chubby body, and a height of about 1.7 meters.

When the whole team was assembled, Hao Chengbin walked to the corporal with his hands behind his back, patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Xiao He, are you here to lead troops this year?"

The corporal looked helpless, and said with a sneer: "Squad leader, today's winter training competition is too much to handle, come up and be a clerical, and take a rest."

Before Hao Chengbin could reply, some of the recruits below started laughing secretly.

In the non-commissioned officer team, there are also lazy people who can't afford training!

If you can't afford it, you can only work as a clerk!

Fang Huai couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth when he heard the whispers of ridicule around him.

It really was He Zhijun who came. When he heard the name just now, he thought it was the same name. After all, He Zhijun came here to lead the troops when he had time, which is incredible.

This one is an absolute ruthless person.

The recruits were somewhat naive, the squad leader chosen by the regiment to lead them "top students" could be lazy.

When people say that they can't handle it, it means that they are mentally exhausted, and it is not the same concept as the recruits who feel that they can't handle it.

Hao Chengbin heard the snickering below, his face became serious, he turned his head and said coldly to the below.

"Laugh? Think you're an elite, don't you? Do you know who's in front of you?
He Zhijun, squad leader He!
Fire Iron Man, National Competition, No.3!None of you, including your squad leader, can achieve what he achieved!

I don't even dare to laugh at him, but you deserve to laugh too?

All, get ready for push-ups! "

The people present were suddenly silent, and those who laughed just now were even more frightened.

10,000+ fire brigade...National competition, No.3?
Guizhou is a bird place, can there be such a character?
"One." Hao Chengbin glanced at the chaos in front of him, and said lightly.

Many people who are interested have already got down.

And Hao Chengbin did not give everyone too much reaction time.

"two."

Yue Tao, lying on the ground, kindly reminded those who were still standing in a daze.

"Get down quickly! He shouted to three, and you are all dead!"

The whole team immediately fell into chaos, and the dozen or so who were still standing hurriedly got down.

"Let let! Let let!"

"Ah! You stepped on my hand!"

"three."

Traditional performing arts reappeared, only this time in positive numbers.

Fortunately, those who participated in the evening training this time were all the best. At least they got down very quickly, and they were all ahead of the cut-off three numbers.

Hao Chengbin smiled.

That smile looked particularly fierce in the moonlight, and even Fang Huai felt unfamiliar.

"Today, we just do one push-up.

No, half.

Everyone, listen carefully, push-ups, only halfway down, stop halfway!start! "

"Count down to three seconds! Do it! If you don't do it, do 500 push-ups!"

"one!"

Hao Chengbin ordered again, this time obviously much faster.

Hao Chengbin and He Zhijun met each other's eyes, and then checked one by one.

Hao Chengbin was always concerned about everyone's physical condition, sometimes asking if this person had a bad brain, and sometimes asking if that person was deaf and unable to hear.

"Only half down! Straighten my waist!"

He Zhijun didn't swear, he didn't seem to have said a word to everyone except for the whole team, and chatted with Hao Chengbin. He just kept leaning down to correct the push-ups of the recruits.

Doing only half of the push-ups was a nightmare for these recruits.

Even proud and stubborn recruits.

In just one minute, Fang Huai could clearly see someone trembling in the crowd.

And Yue Tao next to him.

"report!"

"Report to the squad leader, I can't hold it anymore!"

Hao Chengbin ignored him, turned around and gave He Zhijun a cigarette, and smoked one himself.

He Zhijun took it, but did not smoke it. He clamped it on his ear.

After Hao Chengbin lit his cigarette, he turned around and smiled disdainfully.

"Is this the so-called top soldier? The pregnant dogs in our squadron are more physically fit than you!"

After taking two puffs, the report became louder and louder. He Zhijun glanced at Hao Chengbin.

He Zhijun is straight-hearted, and the order given to him by the chief of staff is: the training of new recruits must be controlled.

The second order is: If there are recruits who refuse to accept, let them obey, and leave the rest to Hao Chengbin.

He didn't know where the amount the chief of staff said was. Anyway, in his opinion, this was not training at all, but he knew that he definitely couldn't ask others for his own training amount.

It was because he was afraid that he would not be able to grasp this speed that he chose to be a clerical officer, because he was afraid that a ruthless hand would destroy the recruits.

Hao Chengbin knew him well, and probably knew his character, so he turned around and smiled at the recruits: "If you don't want to stay here, go back, I will give you the last chance to leave.

Let me tell you, those who stay here, in the future I will ask you to use the training volume of the recruits who leave the team at night! "

With half a push-up and some serious words, this "self-conscious exercise" seemed to have started to change.

Some recruits were terrified, while others were excited.

Battalion Commander Zhang next to Fang Huai seemed a little excited.

The light in his eyes made Fang Huai feel a little chilly.

This guy is a second-year private, and he's definitely a pervert who can beat new recruits to death.

"Report! I won't practice anymore!" Someone got up.

Someone took the lead, brushing and pulling up a dozen or so. After standing up, they began to shake their hands, grinned their teeth, and gasped for breath, to show that they really couldn't hold on anymore and tried their best.

Soon, twenty or so.

Hao Chengbin folded his hands and looked at the recruits lying on the ground.

It seems that he is very disdainful of the disagreement between his heart and his mouth on the ground.

"Is this the only person who wants to leave? For the rest, do you really think you can hold on?"

Some were anxious, and when they heard this, they stood up more than ten times.

The rest of the people began to yell in disbelief.

"Squad leader! We can hold on!"

Hao Chengbin spat on the ground: "They all have fucking brain problems."

After a while, no one stood up, and Hao Chengbin began to count down.

"three."

"two."

"one!"

This time there were relatively few standing up, four or five scattered.

These people stood aside, and there were more than half of the team left.

"He Zhijun, first hand these people over to Staff Officer Zhang and let him take them back." Hao Chengbin pointed to Zhang Xing who was sitting in the distance playing with his mobile phone.

He Zhijun nodded, and seemed to be very satisfied with the loss of so many people. With more people, he stared at the real head.

Unexpectedly, with an order, Shu Lala stood up again.

"report!"

"Report…"

It was rare for Hao Chengbin to show a smile that he really thought was funny, not a smirk.

"You are all damn smart people...get out! Get out faster!"

A group of "smart" recruits immediately ran out of the queue and ran into the crowd waiting for Staff Officer Zhang to take him back to the camp.

This group of people have suffered a lot, and they are afraid that they will be punished when they stand up, so they have not moved for a long time, just waiting for how it will look.

Seeing that it was all right, he could really go back with the staff, so he got up quickly.

The staff officers definitely wouldn't beat, scold and physically punish them. They were clear about this matter, and the only psychological pressure was nothing more than how to explain to their squad leader after returning home.

Fang Huai turned his head to look, and saw that three of the Qilian had left, which was pretty tough, and most of the ones left were from the Fifth or Seventh Company.

The team became much more refreshed at once, and there were only more than 30 left.

Zhang Shen quickly took the man away.

Hao Chengbin turned around and threw cigarette butts into the trash can behind him. When someone saw him walking away, he began to feel a little "knowledgeable" and strange.

"Haha, these idiots... He's just trying to scare people. I'm really scared. Hao Chengbin's third-stage old ghost has very poor physical fitness. What kind of tricks can he do?"

Don't listen to the sound of these words, even if they are subtitled, the people in class nine will know who said it.

The three members of class nine turned their heads to stare at Jiang Peng with anger in their eyes.

Whoever scolds their monitor is scolding their whole class!

Class [-]'s current collective consciousness is already in place: only people in his own class can scold his own class leader!

Fang Huai saw that he still had a smug face, turned his head, closed his eyes slightly, and was thinking about a question in his heart.

Should I find a reason to bring him back?

Dancing in front of my eyes every day, toads don't bite people, but they respond to people.

He couldn't do anything, which made it difficult for the two monitors.

The military rules are the same as the law: you can't just see him make a mistake and do it yourself, because you are not the squad leader and have no law enforcement power.

But doesn't Jiang Peng like to report?
An eye for an eye.

"Report to the squad leader, just now Jiang Peng scolded the soldiers of the same year who went out of our team!" Fang Huai said loudly.

Hao Chengbin looked over.

Raise your voice for the squad leader, and the recruits around you may not respond.

But this reason immediately resonated with some people. Many people who went out knew the same company as those who stayed.

Why are you scolding a soldier of the same year in our company?
"Yes! Squad leader, he called our soldiers of the same year as idiots!" The surrounding recruits began to echo.

Soon, a more complete version came: "Squad leader, he said that you can't afford physical fitness, scare people, and scold the people who just went out!"

"Ouch?" Hao Chengbin laughed when he heard that.

"Jiang Peng, are you good at jumping?"

Jiang Peng didn't say a word, but just looked at Fang Huai who reported him with hatred.

Fang Huai turned around and saw him, and sneered at him.

Jiang Peng's eyes widened, and just as he was about to say something, a shadow fell on him.

"The squad leader asked you something, why didn't you answer?"

Jiang Peng looked up and saw that it was He Zhijun, feeling a little apprehensive.

When Jiang Peng arrived in the eighth class, the new education he received was to put physical fitness first. Recruits with good physical fitness are equal to being qualified to be assassins, and veterans with good physical fitness are equal to the leadership's tolerance.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have insisted on coming to this overtime exercise class.

Therefore, Hao Chengbin, who had never shown his physical fitness and slipped away as soon as the recruit's physical fitness day came, became a veteran with a weak heart in his eyes. Moreover, Hao Chengbin had seen his uncle, so he would definitely not take the risk of beating him.

Even Pan Zhaohui, who was present that day, had such an explosive temper that he never beat him up now.

But He Zhijun, with his top physical ability and an unfamiliar squad leader, was full of uncertainties.

So, I panicked, and my habitual avoidance sentence pattern came again.

"Squad leader...I...I didn't say anything."

Next, it was Hao Chengbin who spoke.

"Jiang Peng, you just said that I can't do it?"

Jiang Peng stopped answering the call, bowed his head and kept his mouth shut.

In this move, what he learned was his aunt's move: I will answer Squad Leader He when he talks to me, and I won't answer if you ask me.

I just don't agree with you, what's the matter.

(End of this chapter)