Eighty-nine out of ten things that are not satisfactory in life.

There was more than a week before the competition, something happened to Zhuangyan.

Things came very suddenly.

Mechanical gymnastics is one of the subjects that Zhuang Yan participated in the competition. After all, when he was in the Iron Eighth Company, Zhuang Yan was the best equipment among the recruits, and he was no less than some veterans.

When we came to the teaching team, the solemn level of equipment has made rapid progress.

Now, the practice of single and double bars eight is no longer a problem for solemnity.

According to regulations, in the first-level competition, the single and double bars can be awarded a top medal as long as they can complete the standard eight exercises.

And when it comes to the army competition, the same standard is also true.

It is said that the military-level competition is once every five years, so the group army organized the competition this year to reserve talents for the next year.

You should know that those who have won the top three places in the military-level competition did not get the second-class merit.

Obtaining the second-class merit means that one foot has entered the officer's ranks.

Therefore, in the past month, the teaching team basically does not need the squad leader to take care of themselves. They will take care of themselves and put pressure on themselves, one by one is stronger than the other.

Military training is always inevitable.

Zhuangyan just didn't expect that it would fall on her head this time.

In the evening, the sun sets, and the equipment field is full of top students practicing single and double bars.

"Soul, do you dare to come and see if you want to see who has practiced the horizontal bar eight more times."

A student from the second squadron saw Zhuang Yan next to the horizontal bar and hurried over to challenge him.

It is also very common for soldiers to compete with each other in the army.

The Second Squadron is the soldier of the 271st Regiment, and the Third Squadron is the soldier of the 273rd Regiment. Originally, the regiment and the brothers of the regiment would compete secretly, let alone the pre-received squad leader of the teaching brigade with a strong sense of honor?

Of course, Zhuang Yan cannot admit defeat.

"Come on your behalf, please drink soda if you lose."

The two of them fought, and the soldiers next to them followed suit and started to make a fuss.

A large group of people gathered around.

Zhuangyan usually can turn ten big loops in the horizontal bar practice. This time, when he jumped on the horizontal bar, the sunset in the distance just aimed his red face at the instrument field.

The slightly dazzling light made Zhuangyan frown slightly, and an ominous feeling surged into his heart.

However, he still didn't take this premonition to heart.

Close the legs together, swing them forward and backward, then increase the strength of the waist and legs, and swing them forward with force.

Finally, after the third time, the solemn body gained enough kinetic energy, and the whole person was like a bird flying up the horizontal bar.

He began to rotate around the horizontal bar constantly, his body as straight as a wooden stick.

These are the standard eight-practice big loop movements.

Light, elegant...

Under the horizontal bar, someone shouted: "Okay!"

Then the others also applauded.

In sight, the whole world is constantly spinning.

Eight exercises have great requirements for a person's physical coordination and balance, and also have great requirements for hand strength.

It looks simple, but in fact it is basically impossible to do without solid basic exercises.

More importantly, this requires great courage.

Just as everyone was counting, when the number reached the "twelve", the solemn hand suddenly slipped, and the person flew out like a kite with broken strings.

"Fuck!"

The people below exclaimed.

The fast-reacting soldier even chased in the direction of Zhuang Yan flying out, as if he was hugging him in the air.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Zhuangyan flew directly out of the six-meter-long instrument field and fell heavily on the weeds that were more than 20 centimeters tall like a sack full of sand.

Zhuangyan felt that his left body first hit the ground, then rolled twice, and heard a creepy "click" sound at the joints of his left arm.

Lying on the ground, several students rushed up to help him up. As soon as they hugged Zhuangyan, they heard him screaming.

"It hurts...right hand..."

The experienced veteran quickly said to others: "Don't touch him, let him lie on the ground, and go to the infirmary to call the doctor!"

The two soldiers ran towards the brigade headquarters.

Lying solemnly on the ground, cold sweat spreading on his forehead.

He turned his head carefully and glanced at his left shoulder.

The key position of the big arm collapsed, and the left hand could not use any strength, as if it was wasted.

"My left hand...no strength..."

The veteran said: "Don't be anxious, you have to let the doctor come and see if you have internal injuries."

Zhuangyan lay down on her back, looking at the sky where she could vaguely see the crescent moon, and she felt fucked in her heart, not knowing how hurt she was.

I will be in the competition for about ten days, but I was injured...

It's over.

The world suddenly became dim.

Li Shangyue, a military doctor from the brigade, ran over with a first aid kit, took a look after the examination, and breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, my arm was dislocated, and I can pick it up for you, but for safety reasons, you have to go to the hospital to take an video for a detailed examination. I am afraid that you will have internal bleeding, which will kill you."

Li Shangyue is already a major military doctor. He has been in the army for almost twenty years and has seen many things.

A few years ago, I saw a soldier who just ran on the single-plank bridge and fell down, and his abdomen hit the bridge deck. He took it and did not pay attention, and there was no external injury. The squad leader asked him to go back to the ward room to rest.

Unexpectedly, at noon, the soldiers felt more and more painful, and their faces turned pale like paper.

Finally, a volunteer soldier found that something was wrong and quickly called a car and took the person to the field hospital.

The examination result came out and it turned out that the abdomen was hit on the single-plank bridge. The spleen had ruptured on the spot, but the ruptured wound was small, not a large amount of bleeding, but was slowly bleeding.

The field hospital urgently performed an operation on the unlucky soldier. The entire brigade lined up with blood and drew a full 2,000cc of blood from the injured soldier's abdomen. It was an extremely dangerous situation. If you delay a little more time, you may have to report to Marx.

When I arrived at the hospital, I had a careful examination.

When the doctors finally got the answer, unfortunately, the large one was just dislocated from the left arm, and there was no problem in the rest.

Zhuangyan, who was lying on the hospital bed, grabbed Li Shangyue and asked the doctor who brought him to the army, saying, "Doctor Li, I will participate in the competition in ten days. Can I still participate in the equipment project?"

"Are you talking about eight exercises?" Li Shangyue immediately rejected the solemn thought: "No! Although your pain will disappear in a week, dislocation will slowly recover. You cannot do high-intensity hand exercises, otherwise it will be taken off again. You should rest well and consider it next year."
Chapter completed!