Special Years

Zhuang Yan had no idea how far he had run.

ten kilometers?

Fifteen kilometers?

Zhuang Yan felt that his shoes were always slippery, and the inside of the wet shoes did not touch his feet at all, and it took more effort than usual to march.

Zhuang Yan wanted to stop now and put on camouflage shoes, at least to be lighter.

The sound of breathing in the team came from the silhouette of Diezhang, and it became more and more intense.

Fortunately, the rain was getting lighter, and God finally took pity on these young soldiers.

By the time we reached our destination, the rain had basically stopped.

Everyone could not care about the water everywhere and sat on the ground.

Zhuang Yan felt that he was hot inside, cold outside, ice and fire, and he took off his heavy steel helmet, and the hair on his head actually curled up with white steam.

Wang Dazui lay beside Majestic, his belly turned upside down like a toad that had only been overturned, and he was breathing the air with big mouthfuls.

"I knew...the headquarters assessment is not going to be good..."

"It's four o'clock in the morning. Let's set up camp here today, with each platoon leading away, and camping in a triangular formation based on the east."

Zhou Huping was carrying a rucksack, and he got out from nowhere, and explained to Zhang Heping in a low voice: "This is an orchard, although there is no fruit now, but you should be careful when setting up your tent, go to other places to chop stakes, don't If you cut down the fruit trees of the common people, whoever dares to cut a branch, I will punish you!"

He was so savage that he even dared to chop down the pine trees in the back garden of the teacher. If he didn't explain it specifically, it would be difficult to be sued by the common people.

Zhuang Yan began to look up and look around, but now the visibility is extremely low, and it is impossible to tell that this is an orchard, only some tree shadows can be seen.

Everyone took out the rain cloth one after another, a few people went to the hillside in front to chop wood stakes, and a few people dug and set up drainage ditches on the demarcated camp. It was noisy for more than half an hour, and finally everything was properly managed.

The clothes were wet, and it was late at night. No one wanted to take it off. Fatigue finally came at this calm moment.

Lying on the wet tarpaulin, the tickling raindrops on the leaves are like a moving second hand, constantly counting the passage of minutes and seconds.

Solemnly pillowed on the camouflage bag and thought: Tomorrow, it should be a good weather, right?

In the early morning of the next day, everyone got up early, prepared everything, and was ready to meet the headquarters assessment at any time.

In the opinion of many students, the teaching team is the best trained unit in the division. Since the headquarters is assessed, how can the teaching team be less?

Not to mention being a vanguard, at least being a main force is no problem.

Zhang Heping didn't do anything early in the morning, he didn't even pack his rucksack. He took a toothbrush and a toothbrush to a nearby river to fetch water. He squatted under the fruit tree and brushed his teeth leisurely.

Zhuang Yan couldn't help but ask him: "Old Zhang, are you not afraid that you will pull at any time?"

Zhang Heping snorted and said vaguely: "What are you afraid of, didn't I tell you? This assessment has nothing to do with us, so you can stay here with peace of mind, maybe you can get some logistics. tolerances."

"Aren't you joking?" Zhuang Yan recalled the conversation with Zhang Heping in the bathroom that day.

Even now, he doesn't believe it's true.

However, God made a big joke with the pre-provisioning squad leaders of the teaching team who had gathered enough energy to show their talents. Zhang Heping's prediction unfortunately came true!

On the first day, the weather was calm and there was nothing to do except dig some defensive positions on the nearby mountains;

The next day, except for the guard post, other students received orders to rest on the spot.

On the third day, still resting...

Day 4, rest...

The pretentious class leaders of the teaching team experienced a process from self-confidence to doubt, from doubt to hope, from hope to disappointment, and then to despair in the endless rest.

And the following three infantry regiments have been fully mobilized, and they sweated like rain on the assessment field. These soldiers of the teaching team who thought they were good steel were like being abandoned in the scrap iron pile. No choice.

The most irritating thing is that the division headquarters often send these soldiers to nearby cities and towns to collect supplies and support the troops' exercises; they also send them to set up shooting ranges and set up imaginary enemy defensive positions.

It was really a thousand miles of horses thrown into the big farm, the shepherd dog became a watchdog, and the students of the teaching team screamed and screamed.

Every day, there are many Type 62 light tanks and Type 63 armored personnel carriers on the dirt road near the camp.

The armor roared, the iron stream rolled, and the yellow dust that was set off made the students of the teaching team who were eagerly looking forward to the roadside smashed their heads.

The big-headed soldiers stood on the side of the road, starting when they heard the roar of the engine, and stood until the roar of the engine disappeared, like a group of abandoned children.

After more than a week, the assessment of the infantry regiment gradually came to an end. Various gossip about exercises and assessments became a topic of discussion among the soldiers of the training team. Interspersed successfully, which regiment did Luhang cooperate with to land successfully today, the effect of the newly issued missiles is not bad, and so on.

The campsites of the three squadrons were not far apart, and since there was no combat mission, it was not too much to congregate in the trenches of the defensive positions at leisure to brag.

The three squadrons are all from different infantry regiments. A mother without a son is not beautiful. Everyone praised their old troops for their outstanding performance, how brave they were, how they cooperated well, how they commanded well, and how they praised each other. depreciate each other.

It wasn't until the sixth day of the exercise that a message was suddenly sent back from the exercise area in front. This news was like a bomb, which made the boring training team boil like a frying pan.

The news was solemnly learned from the mouth of the cook of the third squadron.

This is an old comrade who is about to become a volunteer in the fifth year of the army, with a simple and honest face.

At lunch time that day, Zhuang Yan stood in line beside the 91-style cooking car to receive his lunch as usual, and stood for a while.

He found something out of the ordinary on the cook's face.

The solemn life background makes him have an instinct to be good at observing words, and he is extremely curious. He spends more energy on paying attention to the people around him than on training. "Yo, old monitor, which ignorant guy is messing with you today?"

About to graduate, the soldier is also a bit oily, solemnly and boldly asked.

The cooking squad leader ignored him~www.novelmt.com~ When he was spooning vegetables into a rice bowl, his hand was obviously heavy. Boom!

The soldier stuck out his tongue and hurried away.

"Old monitor, what's so maddening?" The curious and solemn persisted.

"Boy, don't mind your own business!" The cooking squad leader lowered his head and kept his head down and just divided the dishes. He suddenly got angry and threw the big vegetable spoon back into the aluminum bucket with a bang. Pointing at the team behind, he scolded: "All of you who learn mortars are listening, study hard, don't be embarrassed to go back here if you can't study here!"

The entire squadron more than 100 people were stunned, and everyone raised their heads and looked towards the cooking squad leader.

The latter was still angry and scolded.

"Being an artilleryman can't even serve the artillery well, you're eating the country's food for nothing!"

After scolding, he took a handful of rice from the bucket and threw it back into the bucket.

Zhou Huping watched from a distance, shook his head, and sighed with a wry smile.