The next day I joined the training of the soldiers. The life of the recruits camp is simple and monotonous, and the work and rest time is very strict, so our life is also very regular. This life is a bit like the life of a school, always getting up, going to class, eating, and sleeping at the prescribed time... The difference is that reading tends to be mentally active, while training for recruits tends to be physically training.

Of course, the biggest difference is that we can violate the rules of the school, but we cannot in the barracks. Otherwise, we will suffer a lot from it.

The training subjects have not changed much, and they are still practicing military postures, queuing, and physical fitness. Because I have had experience in high school, I am familiar with these things. But these things are no longer new to me, a "veteran", and I can't help but feel energetic and often attract scolding from instructors. If I hadn't considered my "amnesia", I would have been punished.

There are many ways for instructors to punish people. If you don’t move properly, you’ll kick them twice, which is normal, and it’s not considered a punishment. If you don’t have a standard military posture, you just stand upright in the sun. Sometimes you will hold a bunch of keys between your legs and knees. It’s like practicing a bowl, and you’ll be able to get rid of a belt. If you don’t walk properly, you’ll be allowed to walk back and forth on the *** field until your legs become stiff and you get used to it. I’ve seen a soldier who is punished and step out in a daze at night...

If you fail to pass the punishment like this, then there is no way to go to the communication class! This does not mean that the communication class has poor requirements. On the contrary, the communication class has higher physical requirements. It is said that the communication team must be trained to the point where they can climb to the point where they are injured and can climb to the wire and rod. So, they hang upside down with push-ups, high-intensity off-road... Anyway, they practice as much as they feel uncomfortable. When we are lying on the bed, we can faintly hear the whipping, scolding and screaming of the belt from the communication class. We are also recruits, and we will inevitably feel a little sad and sad. We think in our hearts that we must step up our practice tomorrow so as not to be thrown into the communication class... I think this is also the purpose of those instructors!

However, for me, whose injuries have not yet healed, it is indeed difficult to go on the five-kilometer off-road. As Alziri said, every time, Alziri and I are two people running at the end. I know my own affairs, and my physical fitness is not that bad, I just don’t want to show off my strength and affect my injury.

At the same time, I can also see that Al Ziri is not as indifferent as he shows, because I found that he often can drink water while running, which is hard to imagine for a person who seems to be out of breath.

Sometimes I asked in confusion, and Al Ziri replied mysteriously, "Is the situation wrong?"

"Why is it wrong?" I was asking knowingly.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you!" Alziri looked around and replied in a low voice: "It's time to fight, shoot the first bird! Try to be a little bitchy, it won't be our turn to fight!"

I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Al Ziri was a smart man and very cunning. When the whole world was speculating whether China dared to attack Vietnam, he had already seen something wrong! But what he couldn't imagine was that once this battle started, no matter how bad the soldiers were, they would all be on the front line!

Shunzi is exactly the opposite of Al Ziri. Although he is also a soldier who doesn't want to fight, he can't think of these. And although he is as thin as a monkey, he runs as fast as a monkey when he runs, and his equipment is gone with nothing on his back. If he really wants to select elite soldiers to go to the battlefield, I'm afraid this Shunzi will be the first one.

In fact, if there are not many soldiers who really want to go to the battlefield to fight, they are all desperate. Who is not afraid? Who has no family or parents? Who doesn’t want to sleep peacefully at home with his wife in his arms? Who is willing to run to this battlefield to fight the enemy to the death?

I won't look down on them because I know that it's fake to say that it's not afraid. Even I, a veteran who has fought for so many years, is afraid!

However, there may be someone in our team who is not afraid. To a certain extent, he should still be looking forward to it. This person is Li Shuibo. It can be seen that he is the worst physically intensive among us. After running five kilometers every time, he almost collapsed on the ground. His pale face and beads of sweat are not something he can pretend. But he can always persevere until the end with his willpower.

And sometimes he was a little unkind. Yang Songjian, who was tall and big, had difficulty walking when he was running. He silently refused several times when he wanted to help him carry a gun. The last time he even glared at Yang Songjian fiercely, which made Yang Songjian very uninterested.

In our class, Yang Songjian is the most stable. Maybe his name is good! Yang Songjian and Yang Songjian are really as strong as poplar trees and pine trees. Although the speed is not fast, they are moving forward slowly. This is the case when they set off. When they run to the finish line, everyone is almost exhausted. He is still like this. And he is carrying a Type 56 machine gun... That thing weighs seven kilograms!

"Cui Wei! Hold the Feng Ji Kuang!" The person who spoke was the squad leader Wu Haiguo. He was the most serious person in our class. His quality was not good. He always spoke positively and strictly followed the instructor's orders. I think this is also the reason why he became the squad leader. However, his meticulous personality often makes the soldiers uncomfortable. For example, this will be the time when I finish practicing the queue and resting, so I can't help but untie the Feng Ji Kuang!

"Squad Leader!" I put Feng Ji buckle helplessly and asked casually: "When do you think you will start practicing shooting?"

After training like this for a few days, I felt a little impatient. I grabbed the gun in my hand for several years. It would be fine if I didn’t touch the gun. Now I have been grabbing 56 and a half without bullets all day long, and it feels like I’m half hung up and down, and it hurts so hard.

"This... needs to be arranged by the instructor!"

Khan, I have known that Wu Haigong had answered this long ago. To be honest, I don’t think the squad leader has the ability to lead. Everything must be followed by the instructions of superiors and strictly enforce orders, and it will not be flexible. If such a person becomes a cadre, the army will suffer unnecessary losses. However, it seems that such people are popular in this era, and they are called high ideological awareness...

"Why? Someone wants to shoot a gun?" The instructor was cold and caught from somewhere, and his eyes looked at me slanted. This was the instructor's habitual movement. Shunzi's explanation was that if there were too many recruits, he would be used to not looking at people with direct eyes!

"Report to the instructor!" I hurriedly stood up and said, "Become a soldier! I just want to defend my country. How can I not shoot..."

"Oh! It's not bad, you can sing high-profile?" The instructor interrupted me without hesitation: "I said you boy, you will be enlightened after being hit like this? When will I really want other people to be enlightened like this!"

The soldiers were so happy that they heard this.

In fact, we still like instructors quite a bit. The instructor’s surname is Chen, and he is from Hunan. The sentence he always says is: “Chairman Mao is from my hometown!” So ​​we secretly gave him a nickname: “Hometown”.

The people in my hometown are a little different from other instructors. They also look fierce on the surface. We usually hate him for being so domineering and yelling at us, but there is one thing that completely changed our view of him.

The day before yesterday, a soldier in our company somehow messed with an instructor, and he was fucked. It was a very ordinary thing, but the people in my hometown turned a blind eye to him. But he just refused to give up and took the soldier to judge the instructor. I heard that he had a fight...

Not to mention, since that fight, we new recruits have begun to obey his orders from the bottom of our hearts. What is the plan for joining the army? The plan is such a cadre who is willing to stand up for his subordinates and considers his subordinates!

"Get together!" The hometown *** shouted, and the soldiers jumped up from the ground like conditioned reflexes, standing in front of the people in the middle.

"Standing attentive!", "Looking to the right...aligning!", "Looking forward!", "Suspending!"

One by one, the commands popped out of the mouths of the hometown people, and the soldiers made corresponding movements like puppets holding threads in his hand. Then the hometown people raised their volume and shouted to us in his slightly hoarse voice: "Some comrades reacted to practice shooting! Do you want to?"

"I want to!" the soldiers replied in unison.

Being a recruit hasn't shot for so long, he always touches it and walks in the queue all day long, or runs with it on his back. No matter who it is, he will be irritated to desire!

"You can practice shooting!" A strange flashed across the corner of your hometown man's mouth and continued to shout: "If you arrive five kilometers a minute earlier, it will start tomorrow! Do you dare?"

"Dare!" I was alone calling, and the soldiers all stared at me with a look of "hate you" in their eyes. You know, we had been training for a day and were exhausted. At this time, we had to go five kilometers, and we had to be one minute in advance...

"Very good!" The people in my hometown didn't care about that many people. They took out their watches and returned to their positions, and then shouted: "Prepare! Run!"

The soldiers set out with a whine, complaining along the way:

"I said brother, don't you want to exhaust us?"

"What's the difference between shooting one day earlier and shooting one day later? Why are you doing so urgently?"

Even the squad leader with high ideological awareness did not say anything at this time.

When I heard the soldiers complain, I felt angry. The fierceness of the war suddenly rushed to my forehead, turned my head and scolded the complaining soldiers: "Damn it! I can't stand this little pain, so why do you think of a bird soldier? Isn't it just five kilometers? Follow me..."

As he said that, he rushed to the front and gritted his teeth and secretly hated: "Mom! When I was the commander, I was not as powerful as a commander, and all the arrogant and powerful generals under him were obedient. Now even these new recruits can point at me and say irresponsible!"

I felt unhappy and quickened my pace again. My feet were running forward like I was stepping on the wind. As I ran, scenes flashed through my mind about the soldiers charging on the Korean battlefield: blood, corpses, bullets, shells and smoke seemed to appear in front of me, and there were also those comrades who died on the battlefield, those who rushed towards me fiercely. Then I unconsciously untouched the rifle on my back in my hand, shouted "Kill!" and rushed forward...

"Kill!" I don't know if I infected the soldiers or my roar aroused their blood, the soldiers rushed forward with a loud roar.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a very strange feeling. I felt that behind me were my comrades who had lived and died together, and those brothers who could trust their lives. At this time, I was leading them to the enemy's position, finding all the enemies that could be found to kill them, smash them, and trampling their military flags under my feet...

"Stop!" It took me a lot of time, but it was not until I heard the shouts of the people in my hometown that I realized that I had reached the finish line, and fell to the ground as soon as my feet were weak. The soldiers behind me also followed one after another, and fell to the ground like dominoes, all of whom had to vent their breath but not intake.

The hometown people walked towards me, their faces full of surprise. After a while, they came back to their senses and said, "You have met your requirements and start practicing shooting tomorrow!"

Later I realized that we were not just meeting the requirements, but we were two minutes ahead of our previous results. And we also broke the record of five kilometers in the recruits camp...

"I'm talking about Cui Wei!" Al Ziri said breathlessly: "Why are you so scary when you are cruel?"

"That's it!" Shunzi said in a piss off his breath: "This...it's all like a war..."

"War?" I don't agree with this. If the war is just like this, then the world will be peaceful!

The next day, we got our wish and entered the shooting class, but to our disappointment, the people in my hometown seemed to be sucking our appetite and did not send bullets into our hands, but slowly took a demonstration with an empty gun in front of us:

"Today, we will explain the shooting posture of the rifle. Rifle shooting is divided into three types: lying, standing, and kneeling. Let's talk about the standing posture first..."

Then there were a lot of people, talking about key points and demonstrating them. Then we asked us to do it, and he corrected our posture one by one. Not to mention, although I was shooting accurately, the shooting posture was not standard.

This is a common problem among the volunteer soldiers. A considerable number of volunteer soldiers have not undergone formal military training, and some even touch the gun after going to the battlefield. But even so, there are still many sharpshooters among them. This is probably the contribution of the battlefield! There is a lot of pressure on the battlefield! If you don’t try your best to learn how to shoot, and if you don’t kill the opponent with the best of your ability, you will have to wait for death. In this case, do you say they are not learning quickly?

After doing it for a while, I suddenly felt a little upset for no reason!

Could it be that all I can do in this world is this? Becoming a recruit on the battlefield? I feel like I am wasting my time!

I looked at Shunzi, Yang Songjian, Wu Haiguo, and the cold Li Shuibo around me, and then looked at the many new recruits I knew and didn't know. I said to myself: No, I must not do this! I knew they were going to the battlefield soon, and I knew that if I continued like this, they might not be able to come back alive. I should do something now.

But...what can I do? I am just an ordinary soldier now...

This thought made me frustrated, and the gun in my hand couldn't help but hang down.

"Cui Wei! What's the point?" The hometown man scolded me from a distance and said, "Is it a shot to the ground? The enemy is lying on the ground and let you hit me, right?"

"Report to the instructor!" I blurted out: "I think it's useless to practice like this..."

"What? It's useless?" The hometown man was stunned for a moment, and looked at me incredibly and said, "You said it's useless to practice like this? You have a high tail over the sky, right? You said you can shoot without practicing?"

"Report to the instructor! That's not what I mean..."

"What does it mean if it doesn't mean?" The hometown person raised his head: "Get out!"

I stood up helplessly. The hometown man took out a magazine from the bullet bag and threw it to me. He pointed to the chest ring target two hundred meters away and said, "I won't take advantage of you. After ten rounds of bullets, one round can be above the eighth ring, so you can not practice it!"

"Instructor, I'll still not fight!" Actually, I don't want to let the people in my hometown lose face again.

"What? Don't you dare?" The eyes of the hometown people were full of provocation.

I quickly understood that he wanted to use me to make a living textbook and a negative textbook so that other recruits could know that this was the end of not practicing the shooting posture well.

I sighed helplessly, pressed the bullet skillfully, pulled the bolt down, then raised the gun and pointed it at the chest ring target. The people in my hometown underestimated me too much. Even if I used 56 and a half I had never used before, I was still confident that I could get a good result. But after thinking about it, I still put down the gun.

"What?" asked the hometown man, his tone no longer as arrogant as before. I think that's because he saw from my posture of pressing bullets and loading them, I'm not a rookie anymore.

"Report to the instructor!" I put away my rifle and stood up in front of the people in my hometown: "I want to have a bet with you!"

A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the people in my hometown, and soon returned to peace and asked, "How to bet?"

"Each person has ten bullets, who has better shooting skills!" I replied loudly.

With a coaxing sound, these words caused quite a stir among the warriors, and there was a little laughing, as if I felt that I was overestimating my abilities.

The people from my hometown obviously didn't expect that I would dare to challenge him like this. After being stunned, they smiled and said, "What are you betting on?"

"I won, you give the recruits to me to practice!" I said unstoppable and said, "I lost, you can do whatever you want!"

This bet is not fair at all, so what can I do if I can do it with him? I am a new recruit, and it is not good for the people in my hometown to deal with it. But I know that people in my hometown will definitely agree because he can't afford to lose this person!
Chapter completed!