After dinner, the devil certainly continued to dance.

Hehe, the cute ideological education class has gone far away from us. I heard that it is amazing once a week, and all the time for political workers to study is affected by physical training.

Then you will be honored to hear the beast roar of "King Qiao Yan" at night again. That sound may still be fresh in your memory when you dreamed of countless nights.

Seeing you idle, that was my greatest pain. This sentence of gritting teeth was finally perfectly reflected in his hands.

Five kilometers of off-roading are not enough, so let’s go for ten kilometers. The road outside our camp gate is not peaceful, so it may be better if someone suppresses it. Anyway, it’s free labor!

It's too dark at night? It may be a bit dangerous to do equipment training and four hundred obstacles. So do push-ups and sit-ups. At least you haven't heard of these two items. If someone cries out during this kind of training, I think "King Qiao Yan" will be very happy to hear this brilliant "record"!

Such torture will last until nine o'clock in the evening. When he blew the whistle and told everyone that when he returned to the dormitory to wash and turn off the lights after training, you will fall into bed like a mud on your dormitory. Many soldiers were so tired that they cried and cried, and they fell asleep.

And all this may not be over yet. Do you know if there will be an emergency meeting after sleeping...

Few people would wash up again. Most of them were already lying on the bed, and they had not even had time to take off their clothes, so they fell on the bed. Then you could hear a huge snoring sound throughout the dormitory. I dare say that they could hear it very clearly within a radius of twenty meters.

Peng Zheng and I were the only ones who could drag us to the end. After all, we had suffered too much torture before, which greatly improved our physical fitness. And I found that the biggest effect seemed to come from the method taught by "King Qiao Yan" to us. Whenever our physical energy consumption reaches the limit, we will tighten and relax quickly, which will make our muscles particularly developed and have a much higher physical load than other comrades.

When we dragged our bodies that were about to collapse and walked into the dormitory with a snoring sound, we strangely saw a figure wearing a flashlight, walking around the dormitory. Who is the hell? Our physical fitness is even stronger than ours. Peng Zheng and I were stunned and we really have to admire this powerful buddy.

"What are you doing? You can't sleep even if you want to have five kilometers?"

I was scolded, and when I stood there, I found that even though the figure turned into ashes, we would know the "King of Hell" that we would know. His low voice sounded in our ears, which was enough to make us feel extremely disappointed when we heard it.

But what is this demon doing? Is he still unwilling to torture me to death? The four words "emergency set" flashed in our minds immediately. When we both looked at each other, we could see that their faces were suddenly pale and scary.

However, after glaring at us, "King Qiao Yan" ignored us. We saw him walking between various bunks. Did he want to check who was not wearing clothes and be afraid that someone would cheat during an emergency meeting? It really cost us a lot of life. We just felt that our legs were weak, so how dare we go to bed?

However, it was a bit abnormal. When the comrade Qiao Yan Wang saw that he had not taken off his clothes, he would pat him first, ask him to get up and take off his clothes before going to bed. If he really saw that he was not awake, he would gently take off his clothes. If he saw that someone was not covered with a quilt, he would also help him gently pull it up.

Damn, is this their illusion? It's too weird? The evil devils will have a good intention?!

Peng Zheng and I looked at each other. Although we knew each other even if this figure turned into ashes, how could such a kind-hearted person be Qiao Chunnan, who is known as "King of Hell"? We really can't believe our eyes!

"Be gentle, go to bed!"

Oh, this sound is really not wrong. Is he really helping these comrades cover the quilt?

Hallucination must be hallucinations. After excessive training, we forced ourselves to comfort ourselves, but we pinched our bodies hard and said, "I'm going to torture it!" Mom's pain, it's not a dream?"

"Let's help!"

Peng Zheng and I looked at each other and saw that "King Qiao Yan" was struggling to pull up Zhang Fengbao, the biggest man in the row, which was really challenging. I felt a fever in my heart and couldn't help but walk up with Peng Zheng.

"Thingsome!" Our passion only brought us a fierce roll of eyes.

However, with our concerted efforts, we finally dragged Zhang Fengbao's clothes off. The boy turned over and muttered and didn't know what to say. Only then did I realize that he was sleeping and his face was full of childishness. He was actually still a child, and only a tear from the corners of his eyes had not yet faded, and he seemed so helpless and desolate.

This scene will never be forgotten by me. Peng Zheng and I immediately swept over one by one. I don’t know why I did this at that time, but I just felt that I should do this. Maybe because they are my comrades-in-arms, maybe they are my brothers who share the joys and sorrows and hardships. What’s more, it is that under their sleep like this, I seem to see ourselves.

It was at this time that Peng Zheng and I discovered that the demons were gentle, and he would treat every comrades very carefully and carefully. He would carefully help them take off their socks. Even if they smell bad, he would gently wipe away their tears and let them have a good night's sleep.

Looking at his still rigid face, the expression in his eyes was no longer fierce. My mind was once again confused by him. Who is this person? My heart couldn't help but twitch, I wonder what it felt like at that time.

With complex emotions, I swept the entire dormitory with "King Qiao Yan" and I were still not used to facing someone who was abnormal. We just looked at him with strange eyes and said nothing.

But "King Qiao Yan" doesn't care about so much? His stinky face is still so inhumane. Under his forced order, we still got onto the bed.

Sitting in front of the upper bunk, I heard the snoring sounds in my ears, and those tired faces flashed through my mind. Although Peng Zheng and I slept for more than twenty minutes less, we felt extremely fulfilled in our hearts.

I suddenly remember a picture I had seen in an art exhibition. I remember that the name of the picture was coal workers after working hard for a day, and the scene there was a bit similar to the scene in our current dormitory.

But now when compared, I feel that the extent of our involvement is far more than theirs.
Chapter completed!