Early the next morning, Luo Xiaoming dragged Zhuang Yan aside before going out for fun and asked whispered: "Did I have it last night..."

"No, nothing." Thinking of Luo Xiaoming's drunken look last night, Zhuang Yan didn't dare to tell his squad leader how much heart-wrenching nonsense he had told him last night.

This will make Luo Xiaoming very embarrassed, and he still understands the worldly style of the world.

"It's really not." Zhuang Yan insisted.

Luo Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a while and said, "Why do I feel like I have told you something..."

"Illusion!" Solemn and lying seriously: "Drunk people usually have hallucinations. Squad leader, you were drunk last night and vomited all over the floor, but you didn't say anything."

Luo Xiaoming grinned his teeth, pressed his temple, and said, "No one can tell me about this, do you know?"

Zhuang Yan said: "But everyone knows this. Last night, the eighth squad leader came back and called for someone, and probably many people heard it."

Luo Xiaoming thought about it, frowned and said, "What he said makes sense, but... you can't mention it. If you mention it, I will punish you to death!"

...

Zhuangyan got into trouble for Luo Xiaoming.

But what Luo Xiaoming said to him that night had left a mark in his heart.

This is how people are. In the past, Zhuangyan was surrounded by friends. Because of her good family background, they were all a group of slutty guys who were good at playing together.

A group of such people gather together, and they will not be too active in talking or thinking.

Apart from chasing girls and playing games, they either discuss where to go, and their lives are boring and empty.

Now that we arrived at the army, Zhuang Yan found that he had changed.

No, it should be said that the environment has changed, so I have changed.

Here, there are comrades from all over the world, with different backgrounds, which allows Zhuang Yan to see the other side of life - the difficult side.

When I was at home, Zhuang Yan felt that everything was so natural, but now thinking about it, I was just lucky to be born in a good family. In this country, there are many compatriots who have had to worry about tuition since childhood.

In the past, Zhuangyan never had any interest in the profession of officers.

In his opinion, being an officer was too unprofitable.

Let’s talk about the teaching brigade. The house in the family compound was dilapidated and was also a small bungalow in the 1950s and 1960s. The family members of the company-level cadres could only visit their relatives once a year. Each time for one month, the rest of the time was the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

Even when you reach the battalion level, your family members can follow the army with the army, but this is a mountainous area, and it takes seven kilometers to get out of the nearest town. It is a place where birds cannot shit. How can it be compared with a bustling city?

However, he suddenly became interested in the profession of officer.

Why do so many comrades, including Luo Xiaoming, Xu Xingguo, or people who look like Yansu, who have good family conditions have such persistent ideals for this army?

What exactly is it that attracts them to stay in the army even if they fight their lives?

Just an officer?

Or maybe there are other ones?

Zhuangyan still hasn't figured this out yet.

By mid-July, according to the training plan, the trainees' training plan has added many subjects.

For example, in the wild survival and image recognition, it is said that there is also sea training.

Since the 1st Division is a front-line field force and also has a month of sea training and a month of field training every year due to its deployment location.

As the saying of the army, it is called training.

The teaching brigade has its own - one small draw per month, two big draw per year.

Xiaola refers to Xiaola exercise, and the scope is generally limited to a radius of 200 kilometers around Feiyun Mountain District. The teaching brigade organizes students to participate.

Subjects are generally used for survival in the wild and image recognition.

What Dala is talking about Dala is a training exercise, which is organized by the division, and the scope will be much wider. Maritime training usually takes place at sea training grounds in various places, while outdoor training is not fixed. Sometimes it is in the mountainous areas of the province, and sometimes it goes to other provinces.

Zhuangyan has been wearing sand legs almost every day recently, and it has been a week since she first put it on.

Like solemn, I was wearing it for a week.

At noon that day, the two agreed to go to the obstacle course, take off their sand gaits together, and then try the results.

There were still many students practicing obstacle running on the obstacle course at noon.

The teaching brigade is a magical place. When you first come in, you will be afraid of it and feel that life is worse than death. Then you will slowly adapt to it. Then you will find that you like this intense training life and even train yourself for it.

In fact, it’s not that the students don’t know how tired they are, but that the medals and medals of the martial arts competition are attractive.

They are all elites selected from the entire division. On that day, almost the entire teaching brigade will participate in the first round of selection.

Only those who can stand out in the selection competition are eligible to participate in the final competition.

They are all pre-ordered squad leaders, and they all have a stronger arrogance than ordinary soldiers. Who is willing to lower who is the head?

Don't want to make it!

"solemn!"

The old mist who took off the sand leggings jumped on the spot twice, shouting excitedly to the solemn, "I think I can fly!"

"It's so cool!"

Of course, Zhuangyan also felt this strange change.

After taking off two leggings weighing ten kilograms, Zhuangyan felt that she had learned the legendary light skills. She couldn't say whether she had increased the jump height, but she felt that she was really fitted with a spring on the soles of her feet, and the low wall floated over with almost one step.

"Do you want to come here now to see how much your grades have improved?" Lao Mi asked.

Zhuangyan also thinks this is a good opportunity to test.

"Okay, let's go between us to see how much the results have improved. If the results are good, we will tie it until the day of the top competition!"

"Brother!" Lao Mi ran to the starting point of the obstacle field in a daze and said to several soldiers in the first squadron: "Can you help us get some time?"

The students from the first squadron saw Zhuang Yan and Lao Mifu untied their leggings, and of course they were also very interested.

The entire teaching team is tying sand and gaiting legs, and everyone wants to know how much others can improve.

"Okay!"

A student holding a stopwatch yelled: "The guy from the second squadron, District 2, just now, took off his vest and leggings, and improved for five seconds!"

"Fuck! So fierce!" Lao Miku was excited.

He seemed to see the gold medal in the competition beckoning him.

Zhuang Yan and Lao Mihu fell down at the starting point, and the whistle suddenly rang out-

beep--

Two figures shot out like arrows.

One hundred meters before, Zhuangyan felt that his top figure was a bit floating on the water. He had to admit that sand gaiters increased the weight of the human body. The moment he took off, the human being seemed to have injected hydrogen.

After a hundred meters, Zhuang Yan felt extremely excited every time he passed by an obstacle. Those obstacles were like toys from kindergarten, and it was easy to climb over.

Cool!

He was so excited that he wanted to shout out.

Now he realized that the tricks passed down by the veterans were definitely not groundless, they were really useful!

However, he soon discovered another problem.

Because I feel that my body is too light, the center of gravity is a little unstable when I cross the obstacle. I usually wear leggings and use tens of percent strength to make satisfactory movements on my feet. Now it only takes less than seventy percent. Often, the movements will deform when I use a little force, and it feels like I want to fly out.

Fortunately, this is not a serious matter, and it is no big deal if you pay a little attention.

Zhuang Yan felt that he could definitely break his best record this time. Now his best record is one minute and forty-five. If he could improve for five seconds according to what the student in the first squadron said just now, it would be one minute and forty. Although he did not meet the one minute and thirty-two-second level required by the top student, it would be at least a leap.

The old mist on the runway next to him was more excited than Zhuang Yan. He had just run through the first two obstacles of the 200th meter, and he was almost ten meters ahead of Zhuang Yan.

quick!

It's really too fast!

At this speed, Lao Mifu was at least five seconds faster than Zhuang Yan.

He is a second-year soldier and has been very good at training in the company. He is willing to endure hardships when he comes here, and his 400-meter obstacle course has been improving.

At the current speed, Lao Mihu is likely to run into one minute and thirty-five seconds, which is already very close to the top level.

There are still a few months left before the end of the year. If you train, you might be able to really be the top gold medal!

This is the old confused heart, already full of joy!

He has never tried so easily.

In the company, he never tried to tie a sandbag.

Even if he knew that tying a sandbag could improve his grades, he was not interested in practicing so much.

Because no one is with you, you are not interested.

The company does not have the training atmosphere of the teaching team. Since the teaching team is a gathering place for elites, everyone comes here to represent each other's company. To put it bluntly, they are competing in their hearts and use almost all means to improve their performance.

In the company, the ones who tied sandbags are aliens; in the teaching brigade, the ones who don’t tie sandbags are aliens!
To be continued...