They are all in the army, who is in love?

Chapter 59: Opponents meet, Tang Zhen is surprised again
Thousands of people lined up to participate in the competition, and the judging line was too long. Chen Ming and the others were at least one kilometer away from the front of the line, and it took more than a minute before it was their turn to start running.

"Fuck you." Wei Chongchong stood on tiptoes, looking at the countless heads in front of him, grinning.

"It's too unfair. With such a long distance, the top position is easy to run, and you can quickly enter the state according to your own rhythm. What are we doing? If you run two steps and one step slower, the rhythm is disrupted."

"The strong will not complain about the environment."

Wang Shuaibing put on a lousy look and shook his head deeply: "Old Wei, your complaining still shows that you can't train well. You should ask the squad leader to arrange more five-kilometer training for you."

"Look at Brother Chen, how stable you are."

"I'm going to suck at your overnight tea." Wei Chongchong stood on his head and looked at Wang Shuaibing with extreme contempt.

"I can't train at home? You are the last one in the physical fitness test of the whole class, and you have the nerve to call me?"

"Cut, what are you talking about?" Wang Shuaibing yelled, "I am not honored to be the last one, but you are honored to be the last one?"

"Then I'm a level stronger than you."

Chen Ming felt a little baffled when he heard the two of them bickering. The two of them were supposed to be at odds with each other and could argue in any situation.

However, at this time, he didn't want to participate in their "battle".

Wang Shuaibing is indeed the last in the physical fitness test of the first class, but this does not mean that he is not good.

After all, Class One is the class with the strictest requirements in the whole company, even if it is the bottom one, it can be regarded as quite good in other classes.

This has something to do with the monitor's weird rules.

For example, Ma Dazhu, who was second only to Chen Ming in the physical fitness test, is likely to break into the top [-] in this extreme weight-bearing running subject.

If class one can occupy two of the top three hundred places, I guess the class leader will be very happy this time.

The team gradually distanced itself.

When there was enough space behind, Chen Ming stopped paying attention to other people, took a deep breath, and started running at his own pace.

The surrounding terrain of the martial arts field is overgrown with weeds and uneven, and it is far less comfortable to run on the track of the training ground.

At first, the artillery brigade could barely maintain its formation. When the time passed 10 minutes and only a quarter of the distance was completed, the formation began to fall into disarray from the rear.

far away.

On the parade stand.

Tang Zhen, the brigade commander of the artillery brigade, saw the recruits in his brigade scattered, his eyes narrowed, and he sighed softly.

The recruits from their brigade came here to participate in the competition, and they really suffered from the terrain.

The training center's daily morning exercises are completed outside the martial arts field. Even if they only run a small half circle every day, their adaptability to the terrain is much better than that of the artillery brigade recruits.

For the soldiers in the competition, the queue is equivalent to the sound of war drums on the wall at the rear of ancient battles.

The drums of war are rumbling.

The soldiers fighting at the front will not be distracted, and the battle situation will be much better.

But once the drums were in chaos, the battle under the city wall would immediately be chaotic, revealing flaws, and being driven straight in by the enemy.

The role of the queue is no weaker than that of the war drum.

As long as the queue is there, the running recruits will grit their teeth and keep up, without any thought of quitting the game.

But if there is chaos, more and more recruits will lose motivation to compete and leave the game one after another.

really.

Tang Zhen guessed right.

As the queue became more and more dispersed, before the recruits at the training center showed signs of decline, recruits from the Artillery Brigade left the field one after another, giving up their qualifications for chasing the competition.

The total distance of the Martial Arts Field has not been run halfway, and nearly a quarter of the artillery brigade has withdrawn.

"Hehe, Old Tang, the soldiers you have come out this year are not very tough. It seems that the little comrades are not used to participating in competitions on grass."

On the parade platform, a senior colonel sitting on Tang Zhen's left smiled and said that he and Tang Zhen were also old comrades-in-arms.

In the 71st Army, he served as the brigade commander of the industrial and chemical brigade, and also served as the brigade commander of the new training brigade --- Song Baoguo.

Hearing the crowding in the other person's words, Tang Zhen smiled slightly. It didn't mean that his character was bad, but that everyone wanted to run against him.

The main reason is that the Artillery Brigade, as a perennial combat readiness force, allocates various resources and quotas far more than other troops every year.

Even the synthetic brigade, which claims to burn money, may not have as many resources as the artillery brigade. The air defense brigade and the army aviation brigade are a little behind.

"Old Song, don't be complacent so early, so what if you are well trained, didn't you see that this year, Old Cui, Old Dong, and Old Zheng are all here to cut off?"

"You can't keep a good seedling. Besides, it's not the end. What are you anxious about? It's not certain who will laugh at the end."

"Just be tough." Song Baoguo chuckled and didn't care. His industrial and chemical brigade was indeed not as tough as the artillery brigade.

This is also impossible.

The transformation of divisions into brigades in the military has been too thorough in the past two years. Many internal arrangements are unbalanced and there is a severe shortage of technical talents.

In addition, in modern warfare, artillery is the main combat force, and the Air Force assists in combat operations. Artillery brigades account for a large proportion of combat troops. Last year, two long-range rocket artillery battalions were added.

The current combat mode formulated by the synthetic battalion has not yet formed a real fist force, the troops are scattered, and the combat thinking is outdated.

It can't stand the confrontation of an artillery battalion.

People's Artillery Brigade is tough, and it's enough to lose a few words to pass the mouthful. If Tang Zhen is really serious, there are not many good seedlings on his side that are not enough for others to hug.

The special warfare brigade and the air defense brigade also had to pull over and stop, and they were punished honestly.

How confident can he be?
Song Baoguo chatted for a few words and turned his attention to the competition field again. At this time, more than half of the recruits from the artillery brigade had already left the field.

The queue of recruits in the training center was also in chaos.

People quit one after another.

After all, they are all recruits, so even if the terrain is dominant, how much better can they be.

Half a circle around the Martial arts arena is more than six kilometers, and most of the recruits can't make it to the end of the half circle.

The rest of the recruits who were still on the field saw a lot of them, and as long as the average pace was less than 5 minutes, they would be reminded and dismissed by the surrounding police officers.

Don't look at thousands of people, just another 3 minutes.

I'm afraid it would be good to leave at most 500 people on the field.

Song Baoguo looked at the field calmly, his eyes kept turning, observing the positions of the three athletes and recruits.

There is no need to line up according to the original organization for the individual soldier evaluation subject. He has arranged these three people to the front of the line.

But when Song Baoguo glanced at the recruits of the first echelon, he was slightly startled, and saw a recruit racing against the three of them on the field.

He couldn't see clearly because of the distance.

But the four figures, far away from the other recruits, are nearly 500 meters ahead of the second echelon, which can always be seen.

Who is this?
Song Baoguo looked over suspiciously, and it was obvious that the fourth recruit who participated in the first echelon competition was no worse than those three.

The four of them, taking advantage of the time they spoke just now, were obviously already furious, and were quickly scrambling for the innermost runway.

Running one after the other.

Song Baoguo's rapt attention quickly caught Tang Zhen's attention, and he also cast his gaze over there. When he saw the somewhat familiar figure, he was also taken aback.

On the parade platform, if others didn't know Chen Ming, how could he not know him?
As the brigade commander, he hadn't given such high praise to the recruits for a long time, but he didn't expect that the little comrade he saw more than a month ago was still a little guy who was serious enough to stand in a military posture.

Now, you can actually compete with three of this year's most popular athlete recruits in the competition?
Tang Zhen and Song Baoguo paid attention to the movements on the field, which quickly attracted other leaders to turn their attention.

(End of this chapter)