From Soldier to Officer: A Game Addict’s Journey

  Chapter 143 The beginning of pain, the change of company commander (please order, please support)

   "Don't be afraid of pain, don't be afraid of injury, we are soldiers, scars are honor, calluses are skills.

   It’s been almost two months since you joined the army, don’t you guys understand this truth?

  Look at your fists now, is this what a man should have?

  The appearance of thin skin and tender flesh, do you think your current fist can kill the enemy?

   Give me more force, tell you, Dr. Ye and the others are right next to you.

  Whoever didn’t use blood to paint the stake today, whoever is not allowed to eat later, must be beaten until I am satisfied before they will be allowed to eat! "

  Behind the dormitory building in the recruit company camp area, there used to be a piece of lawn that no one knew what it was used for.

  Before, Wang Ye and Wu Jianfeng sat on the cement road nearby and roasted sweet potatoes.

  But at that time, Wang Ye didn't worry about what the land behind was for.

  But now Wang Ye knows.

  The lawn behind is actually pitted. At noon today, the recruits of the entire company were assigned to carry logs.

   Two and a half meters long logs were carried out one by one.

After arriving here, they were erected directly into the pits on the lawn, and then they were filled with sand. Finally, all the squad leaders wrapped hemp ropes around the logs, and after hanging the kettles and holding the guns all afternoon, they arrived at the At five o'clock physical fitness time, the entire recruit company was brought to the wooden stakes that everyone made in the afternoon.

beat.

   Just one word.

  For boxing training, start with the flesh.

  Use Wu Jianfeng's words.

  Everyone’s fists must be calloused after half a month, until they can be used to drive stakes until they stop bleeding.

   This is a painful start.

  On a hard wooden stake, even if a hemp rope is wrapped around it, if you punch it down hard, your fist will hurt.

  Especially after a few minutes of beating, the skin on the fist is worn out. At this time, if you use your fist to hit it again, it will be sour

  Wang Ye was wearing physical fitness clothing, and fine sweat was oozing out of his forehead and even his entire face.

  Actually, it’s not hot right now. It’s winter, even in the south of the motherland, but after five o’clock in the evening, the temperature is only in the early ten degrees.

  Yes, exercise and pain made Wang Ye sweat constantly.

   hurts.

  After the skin was broken, and then punched, every punch felt as painful as if it was connected to the heart.

   Fortunately, Wang Ye is used to this kind of pain.

   From the day the gun was fired to the present, another ten days have passed.

  In the past ten days, looking closely at Wang Ye's slaps, the scars on his elbows and knees, he knew how hard the training was.

  Tactical training, even if Wang Ye has reached the full level on the first day, but the experience level and skill level are full, it does not mean that he will not be injured during training.

  The fate of thin skin and tender meat is the same as that of Wang Ye's shoulders when the tire was dragged before, and the skin broke and bleeds after practice.

  Of course, the others are not much better.

  In these years, the quality of life has generally improved. Even if someone else’s skin is a little rougher than Wang Ye’s, it’s not too rough. They are all covered with scars in this training.

   Another few minutes passed, and the hemp rope wrapped around the stake in front of Wang Ye was covered with small dark red dots.

   At the same time, Wang Ye's gritted teeth gradually eased.

   Numb.

   It doesn't hurt much anymore.

  The skin and flesh on the fists of both hands had already begun to break open, but there was no blood.

   Not even red meat.

  Because the fist joints are now black.

   A bit of blood oozing out was also directly stained on the hemp rope of the stake.

   "Very good, Wang Ye has entered the state, you guys work hard.

  Qin Li, why are you tickling me?

   Push harder, and I will give you another minute. If there is still no blood on the stake, I will let you hit it with your head, let you practice iron head skills, and then let you practice a callus on your forehead! "

  Ye Sanshi came over and was satisfied with the situation on the stake in front of Wang Ye, but when he turned his head to see Qin Li's stake next door, he sprayed immediately.

  Punching wooden stakes, this thing can’t be lazy, because you have to see blood!

  Whether you use force or not, you can tell at a glance from the situation on the stake.

   This is not something you can do when the squad leader comes and you work hard, and when the squad leader leaves, you can just be lazy.

   What he said made Qin Li very embarrassed, but his fist also became stronger as he gritted his teeth.

  At this time, Wu Jianfeng shouted again on the edge of the training ground: "I tell you, you all have to pass this test.

  We are the army of florists, and the world's number one army is not produced by blowing.

   It was won by skill.

  What is skill, I have told you countless times.

  The honor accumulated from training scars is skill.

  When you are covered in calluses, if you really meet a foreign soldier, even if you are not as tall as them, but if you stare at him, he will shrink back, because you are a qualified flower grower army.

  Your eyes will be filled with the self-confidence accumulated in your usual training.

  Of course, this self-confidence cannot be stolen by being lazy.

  So give Lao Tzu all the strength, beat me hard, be more fierce, imagine the stake in front of you as the person you hate the most.

   For example, your squad leader, me, or even the instructor can do it! "

  Wu Jianfeng did not shy away from the image of the squad leader and even the villain.

   After shouting, he looked at everyone for a while, then turned around and walked slowly towards the shade of a tree on one side.

  There, there are two figures sitting under the tree.

  A long table and three chairs.

  en There is another chair behind which there is no one now, this is the seat that belongs to the recruit company hygienist, but he hasn't come yet

   "Doctor Ye, you may have to wait for a while. If you are bored, you can go back and have a rest."

  Wu Jianfeng walked over with a smile.

  The attitude is completely different from the previous training of recruits.

  Ye Su laughed: "It's not boring, it's interesting to watch the recruit training!"

  Beside, Ouyang Mingyue also added a sentence at this time: "Oh, I just feel a little miserable. I'm really glad that our military doctors don't have to train like this!"

   "Haha!" Wu Jianfeng laughed heartily: "Your military doctors have different responsibilities from ours, so how can you train like this.

  Besides, your hands need stitches for surgery, and your hands are full of calluses. I'm afraid you won't be able to do such delicate work! "

   "Bastard! We beat him bloody, he's picking up girls over there, I really want to go and give him a kick!"

  Wu Jianfeng's move, how could the boxing recruits fail to see it.

  Although this has actually become the norm.

  In the past ten days, Wu Jianfeng is obviously more active than before.

  In the past, there was a lot of scattered training in the class.

   But now, many times it is all connected together.

  Then he, the company commander, personally supervises the training. If he is free during the training, he will go to the two female military doctors who often come to see everyone training.

  However, even if it is not the first time for everyone to see it, every time they see this scene, everyone will still grit their teeth.

  Of course, now everyone is gnashing their teeth in pain from punching.

   "Go, I support you!" Beside Yan Zhiming, Liang Fan turned his head and grinned softly.

  Yes, Yan Zhiming said what he just said.

  In the past ten days, he has completely integrated into Class Five.

  No one excludes him, let alone isolates him.

  Compared to his being in Class 8, Class 5 makes him feel like he has come to heaven.

   "Hey, Brother Fan, I'll just say hello, look at the monitor, they don't dare, how dare I!"

   "Yan Zhiming, if you dare to cheat and play tricks again, be careful and I will pull you out and let us practice solo!" Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, but at some point, there was a squad leader standing not far behind him.

  en is the squad leader of the eighth class and the third platoon leader.

  Although he was no longer Yan Zhiming's squad leader, Yan Zhiming immediately shivered when he roared, and then he gritted his teeth and punched the wooden stake in front of him like rain.

  Wang Ye grinned when he saw this scene.

  Of course, Wang Ye didn't stop, he kept fighting.

  Now he has a lot of experience.

   You can’t stop, it hurts when you stop.

   Keep playing, keep numb, don't practice when it's too late, and it's not too late to stop.

   It’s 10,000 words today, add 2,000 words from yesterday, and 8,000 words today, I’ll read and write another chapter tonight

  (end of this chapter)