Special Years

The mysterious veil of the teaching team was finally torn apart in a faint sound of braking.

This is a barracks built at the foot of the mountain, with four neat three-story barracks lined up on a sloping open ground.

The first building on the left is the brigade headquarters, followed by the first squadron, the second squadron, and the third squadron. In front of each building, there is a neat and uniform piece of turf, which is cut into pieces by the cement path, like green blankets covering it. on the land.

There is a basketball court in front of each squadron’s turf. The basketball court is surrounded by a wide concrete road. To the south, there are a large playground, a shooting range, and a tactical training field. Every place is set up according to strict planning. A large-scale training base.

This strictness even makes the solemn feel a little suffocated.

When you first see the training ground of this teaching brigade, you will feel that everything is planned step by step, everything is set up according to the regulations, the soldier is just a small worker ant here, and completes everything according to the inherent process. Everything, including your food, clothing, shelter, and travel orders are prohibited.

On the large playground, there are several cement boards with a height of three meters and a width of three meters, with the words "Strictly Formal, Solid and Strong" written in huge red bold letters; a wall newspaper column is erected in front of each squadron's basketball court.

Zhuang Yan finally saw the legendary principles about the squad leader-the back of each wall newspaper column is still white on a red background, the first squadron is "the squad leader is an excellent soldier", the second squadron is "the squad leader is the mother of the army", The third squadron is "the squad leader is the officer's assistant".

Zhuang Yan, who is used to the narrow camp in N town, has a sense of rigor as soon as he gets off the bus. He doesn't need to wait for the training to start. This is enough to make every scholar feel the formal, strict and harshness of the training team.

Looking around, the basketball courts and turf of the three squadrons are filled with students who have just arrived. The front racks of the squadrons are full of Type 81 rifles, light machine guns, Type 85 heavy machine guns, 12.7 anti-aircraft machine guns, 82 recoilless guns, and 82 forced Shotguns, 40 bazooka, 85 type sniper rifles, everyone was wearing camouflage uniforms, carrying their own quilts and backpacks. From those dark skin and vigorous posture, it can be seen that these are definitely well-trained soldiers.

A kind of pressure gradually builds up in the solemn heart - the next six months, the cruel six months, the uncertain six months, the challenging six months.

You may be doing well in the company, but here, you're not a fart!

"The third district team! The third district team! Hurry up and gather here!"

A tall, thin sergeant in summer uniform shouted as he stood on the turf with a roster.

When Zhuang Yan was assembled at the camp headquarters, he was told that he was going to the third district team to participate in the training camp. He patted his shoulder seriously and said, "Old Zhuang, call us."

Coming to a strange place, even if they were enemies in the past, they will temporarily become back-to-back friends. The relationship between Xu Xingguo and Zhuang Yan has reached an unprecedented harmony.

"Old Zhuang, seems to be calling us." Xu Xingguo said.

At this time, Zhuang Yan also lost interest in fighting with Xu Xingguo.

When I came to an unfamiliar place, the three people around me were my closest brothers.

Circumstances can definitely change an individual.

Zhuang Yan seems to despise this somewhat thin squad leader. It seems that he is not as powerful as his own squad leader Yin Xiancong, let alone that demonic veteran Zhu Dekang.

He asked, "That's our new monitor?"

Seriously: "Yes, we are the third district team, that's right!"

The three quickly called Liu Ruiyong, and the four trotted to the sergeant.

The sergeant asked, "Which unit?"

Xu Xingguo straightened his military posture, standing like a pine tree, and said loudly: "The 273rd regiment, the three battalions and eight companies!"

Sergeant Gao didn't even raise his eyebrows, but he took a pen and ticked a few times with a ballpoint pen on the roster.

"Stand up! Wait here!"

The four of them could only stand obediently on the lawn and wait.

The sergeant began to shout loudly, and kept reuniting the troops.

Soon, nearly a platoon of soldiers gathered in front of him.

The sergeant looked at his watch and said coldly, "Assemble!"

The team automatically assembled again and stood in front of the sergeant.

"Look at these **** soldiers, what team are you standing on?!" The sergeant was obviously dissatisfied with the queue in front of him.

"How did your squad leader teach you to line up?" The sergeant yelled at the students and soldiers in front of him as if he had eaten gunpowder: "Why did you mention the squad leader in advance? Are all the people in your company dead? Why did you send me the disabled and mentally handicapped? How can you be a monitor when you go back?!”

Looking around solemnly, sure enough, as the sergeant said, because it is a temporary team, the current queue is all messed up, high and low, and the queue is uneven.

After being yelled at by the sergeant, everyone quickly changed positions and sent a neat queue from high to low.

The sergeant looked at the new formation and was finally satisfied.

He flipped through the roster in his hand, without looking up, assigning class members while calling.

"solemn!"

"arrive!"

"Seven classes!"

"Xu Xingguo!"

"arrive!"

"Seven classes!"

"serious!"

"arrive!"

"Class eight!"

"Liu Ruiyong!"

"arrive!"

"Class eight!"

...

A solemn black line.

It's a thousand-year-old injustice to actually be assigned to the same class as Xu Xingguo!

After the sergeant named his name, he raised his head, glanced at the students in front of him with satisfaction, pointed to the two sergeants next to him and said, "Okay, welcome everyone to the teaching team, my name is Luo Xiaoming, the seventh squad leader; this is Qian. The middle army, the eighth squad leader; this is Pei Quan, the ninth squad leader. Welcome to the most difficult part of our 1st division. From now on, no matter what rank you are, whether you are a private or a private, it will be the same here. With the same name, it's called a student!"

The two corporals standing beside Luo Xiaoming smiled and nodded at the group as a greeting.

Luo Xiaoming continued: "We don't have a district captain here for the time being~www.novelmt.com~ So, after receiving the assignment of the squadron, the district captain will be represented by me for the time being. You will receive the pre-reported squad leader training here in the next six months. Months, two months of professional training, and one month of field training. Our teaching team is an excellent teaching team in the whole army. The training is very cruel. Your squad leader also went out from here. Go back to your room and put away your luggage immediately, grab your rice plate and come out to gather for dinner!"

Just as he turned around, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head around again, and shouted, "Dissolve!"

Zhuang Yan's head was still drowsy, and he was unable to recover from the situation in the new environment. He pushed him seriously and said, "Hurry up, the coaching team is no joke!"

Zhuang Yan picked up his guns and equipment, as well as backpacks and other supplies, and followed everyone into the row room on the first floor.

The three-district team is on the first floor. The row houses are large, clean and tidy, which are completely different concepts from the old bungalows of the Eighth Company.

Standing beside the neat iron frame bed, solemnly felt that he had entered a new world.