Special Years

Zhu Dekang wasn't in the cooking class. He had a special status, so he didn't participate in the assessment. In fact, it was a blank test. Any guy who was a second person would end up as a hang-up.

He silently stood on the sidelines watching all this without saying a word.

In his opinion, it is not a bad thing for soldiers to be humiliated a little.

As the saying goes, know shame and then be brave.

The cooking class is used to living a comfortable life, so it's time for them to have a taste of being looked down upon.

Today's assessment subjects cover almost all the training content, and even the cohort has to be tested.

Zhu Dekang really didn't hold out much hope for the queue of the cooking class, but except for the five kilometers, the others were calculated by personal results, which had no effect on the solemn.

Now, for Zhu Dekang, the most important thing is not to lose too ugly in the cooking class.

It was I who told Zhang Jianxing that the cooking class was going to participate in the assessment and selection. It was also that I was arrogantly boasting to Chen Qingming on the sidelines of the training ground. They told Chen Qingming that the cooking class was not unmanned. The cracked dates were dragged into the water.

Win, I really didn't think about it. Zhu Dekang is not a romantic idealist, and of course he is not naive enough to rely on the assault training time of less than a month to make the cooking class surpass the performance of the combat class.

Losing is certain. He only hoped that at least the cooking team would not lose too badly, as long as they were not at the bottom of the company, even if it was a little bit more than the last one, it was already a victory.

The two invigilators in the regiment arrived soon. Company commander Zhang Jianxing asked Li Ding to assemble the team, announced the content and schedule of today's assessment, and then took them away.

The annual selection has finally kicked off.

This is a test of chickens and dogs.

Zhu Dekang still overestimated the military level of the cooking class.

I knew it could be bad, but I didn't expect it to be that bad.

Only worse, not worst.

The first subject to be assessed is the cohort.

It stands to reason that this is the most basic training subject in the army, and it is the first basic training every soldier receives when he enters the army.

The assessment queue is actually very simple. It is the most basic three steps - walking in step, running and walking.

The cooking class made a grand debut in the much-anticipated way like animals in a circus.

The chaos started from Tong Yibo.

Tong Yibo is the famous "big trouble" of the recruit company.

This guy is born with a very poor coordination of limbs, that is, the kind of person whose two arms and two legs can not be coordinated by the brain at the same time, and there is a great error in neural reflexes.

In the case of electronics, this is definitely going to be thrown into the waste bin on the assembly line.

After less than five seconds after the squad leader Li Chuangcheng's command of "walk together", when the entire cooking class had walked less than ten meters, Tong Yibo started his performance.

"Look! Tong Yibo has the same hands and feet!"

"Damn it! Yes!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The recruits surrounding the assessment field began to boo.

The same hand and foot is a mistake that many recruits will encounter when they practice in the queue. This situation also happens to many college students during military training.

If I had to use one adjective to describe this slightly comical action, it would be mechanical dance.

That's right, when a person walks with hands and feet, it's like a toddler walking with a robot that is not very advanced in manufacturing technology.

That kind of stiff and slightly coquettish, bizarre and very funny, the hands and feet of the god-like synchronization will always make the onlookers laugh like a gourd.

Zhu Dekang's face turned green.

Li Chuangcheng's face was ten times darker than the bottom of the cauldron in the cooking class.

"One-two-one!"

He kept trying to use the password rhythm to correct Tong Yibo, but the latter heard the password and understood what the squad leader meant. He wanted to make the last struggle, but the more he tried to struggle, the more mistakes he made, and the soldiers around were laughing. As soon as he panicked, the whole person became a big mechanical crab, walking almost sideways on the playground.

At this moment, all the people laughed miserably.

Even the two staff officers from the regiment couldn't help covering their mouths and bent their waists several times. If I hadn't thought that as an officer, laughing like this was detrimental to my image, I would have laughed out loud on the spot.

The next running and walking are even more appalling, and the entire serious queue assessment subject has become a circus performance.

After the end of the field, Li Chuangcheng was already sweating profusely, even more embarrassed than running a five-kilometer trip.

"Tong Yibo ah Tong Yibo, I knew you were not good in this subject. I even gave you a small stove two days ago. Wasn't it fine when I asked you to leave the queue yesterday? Can't get through, right?"

The cooking class returned to the sidelines, and Li Chuang set up Ma Xingshi to question him.

Tong Yibo was ashamed of himself at this time, so he almost found a shovel to dig a hole and bury himself.

"Squad leader, I'm just nervous... When they smile, I'm even more nervous... When I'm nervous, I'm going to mess up..."

Xu Xingxing put his arms around Tong Yibo's shoulder and comforted him: "Yibo, it's okay, it's okay, what's the matter!"

In order to make Tong Yibo feel better, Zhuang Yan also repeatedly comforted: "Xingxing is right, isn't it just a queue! You don't go to a queue when you fight, right?"

"Yeah!" Xu Xingxing nodded his head vigorously, and said, "One wave, we can form a team or something after we are discharged from the army, and perform tours everywhere. With your unique skill of being hand-in-hand, our childhood will definitely be prosperous. What is a dual-use talent? This is called a dual-use talent!"

Tong Yibo was comforted and his mood was just better, but when Xu Xingxing said this, he almost didn't cry.

"It's a shame that I'm still your brother, you..."

After speaking, he buried his head in his knees, his shoulders twitched, looking pitiful.

To say that the performance of the queue assessment cooking class has already set off the audience, then the 400-meter obstacle is even more hilarious.

The obstacle course of the Eighth Company has two runways. Each time, two people run together. Although they have undergone assault training for more than half a month, when they actually run, there is still a big gap between them and the squad.

Zhu Dekang ran with him almost all the time, dancing and roaring at every recruit in the cooking class.

"Luo Jia! Stay strong! Don't run like a fool for the first 100 meters!"

"Ma Ermao! The high wall bounces! Bounce! Push the board hard!"

"Xu Xingxing! Three steps over the one-plank bridge! Three steps! Are you walking!?"

Chen Qingming and Niu Dali stood together, the former wringing his hands, covering his mouth and laughing, he turned to ask Niu Dali: "Tell me, are our old monitor asking for trouble!? Can the cooking class win the platoon? Then We can even get pigs in the pigsty up a tree!"

Niu Dali agreed with Chen Qingming's words very much. He laughed and said, "Don't talk about winning, as long as they have one single event to win, I will be in charge of two cases of beer for dinner tonight."

Yin Xiancong has been silent, he is waiting for the solemn appearance.

He knew that this was solemn's only chance.

The solemn military quality is not as average as Xu Xingguo~www.novelmt.com~ has been thrown into the cooking class for so long. Although Zhu Dekang taught him personally, it is incomparable with the planned unified training of the class. I haven't seen it for a long time recently. Solemnly came out to train, I don't know what level it is now.

"solemn!"

"Xu Xingguo!"

Deputy company commander Li Ding held the roster and called out two names.

"The runway is in place!"

Zhuang Yan and Xu Xingguo stood up from their resting place almost at the same time.

The two glanced in each other's direction almost at the same time.

As soon as the eyes meet, sparks are scattered.

Xu Xingguo thought to himself: "Humph! What a coincidence!"

Zhuang Yan cursed inwardly: "Paralysis! Miserable!"