Special Years

The next day was Saturday, the weather was fine and the sea breeze was refreshing and pleasant.

However, it was not a good day for Class 3, and there was no time to see the scenery.

Because today, the Eighth Company organized a five-kilometer investigation.

It didn't take long for the recruits to be in the lower company. Although they had already passed the exam in the recruit battalion, they were assigned to the grass-roots platoon.

For other classes, it may be an ordinary assessment.

But for Class Three, this was a torture.

The training was already at the bottom, but this time with Han Xiaobei and Zeng Jian, the whole class couldn't run.

Zhuang Yan had already taken the guns of the two and asked Zhao Fugui and several other veterans to take care of Han Xiaobei and Zeng Jian.

Knowing that the grades of these two people must be very poor, after receiving the assessment notice last night, Zhuang Yan had gathered the three classes together and held a shift meeting to assign key targets and personnel.

I know it's bad, but I don't know it's that bad.

After running two kilometers, the other classes disappeared in front of the road.

Even the cooking class with the cooking utensils on its back disappeared.

But Class 3 was still stumbling along the coastal road.

In addition to a few second-year veterans, the third class also received a new recruit Liang Hao before Han Xiaobei and the increase.

Liang Hao's training level has never been seen before, but this time it was an experience.

Those who can be divided into three classes will not be good soldiers, it is estimated that they are the bottom of the whole company.

However, compared to Han Xiaobei, Liang Hao is really an excellent soldier.

Under the push and pull of Zhao Fugui and Fang Dabao, Han Xiaobei actually ran as if he was drunk. Not to mention the slow speed, he was swaying as if he was drunk. It was like being fished out of the water, his face was terrifyingly blue, and his breathing sounded like he was about to die at any moment.

"Squad leader..."

Finally, Han Xiaobei screamed and sat on the ground without running away.

"I can't run... I can't run..."

Zhuang Yan looked at the time, thirteen minutes had passed, and it was only a little over two kilometers. To run the entire distance, wouldn't it take thirty minutes?

Not to mention comparing recruits, not even local youths!

"stand up!"

Going up solemnly, he stretched out his hand and pulled up Han Xiaobei who was on the ground.

But as soon as he pulled it up and let go, Han Xiaobei fell to the ground like a soft-baked candy man.

"No...I'm not running...I'm going to die..."

Han Xiaobei screamed like killing a pig, which surprised Zhuang Yan.

What did this guy get through recruit company training?

He suddenly discovered that the reason why deputy political commissar Xiong Guohan sent Han Xiaobei to the Eighth Company was not simply because Han Xiaobei could sneak out to play games at the regimental headquarters, but because this guy was a complete parallel importer.

Not only did the spy even want to kick Han Xiaobei away because he slipped out to play a game and delayed the roll call, he was determined to kick him away. After all, he was the nephew of the deputy political commissar. If it could be saved, everyone would do their best.

Han Xiaobei belongs to the kind of person who is almost helpless.

For a moment, Zhuang Yan doubted that he had taken a wrong look.

Does this guy really care about skin?

Speaking of sailors, it's not that Zhuang Yan has never seen a parallel soldier, but it's the first time I've seen such a sailor!

It was my first time running 5 kilometers in the army that year, maybe even better than Han Xiaobei!

"Put him up!" Zhuang Yanhuo jumped up, "Drag and run!"

Zhao Fugui said with a bitter face: "Squad leader, it's not that we won't drag it, it's that we can't drag a guy who is unwilling to run away!"

Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, he mistakenly thought that this was the coaching team.

If you can't do it in the coaching team, everyone else will run fast while you are on your back.

Even in other classes of the Eighth Company, maybe a few veterans with better training can be found to do this.

But there are three classes here.

The veterans of Zhao Fugui, running by themselves, can take care of themselves and keep up with the big team of the Eighth Company, but asking them to help others and continue to run five kilometers with a new soldier who is not willing to run, I really think too much. now...

Fang Dabao stood beside him, bent over and panted, looking at Han Xiaobei who was lying on the ground, howling and refusing to get up, his pupils began to burn with anger.

He seemed to see himself in Han Xiaobei who was laughed at yesterday.

He suddenly felt that the original soldier was so hateful and contemptuous when he played a trick.

Han Xiaobei was like a mirror, reflecting Fang Dabao himself.

Today's humiliation comes from the laziness of the past.

Fate is fair, and so is being a soldier.

One minute of laziness today will make up for it in ten minutes tomorrow.

Shameless today, shameless tomorrow.

Fang Dabao suddenly hated himself. In addition, he was a little stimulated yesterday, and there was nowhere to vent the evil fire in his heart. Now, seeing Han Xiaobei's bear-like appearance, a small volcano in his heart erupted.

He rushed up, grabbed Han Xiaobei's collar with both hands, and almost lifted him from the ground.

"Get up! You bastard! You bastard! What the **** are you pretending to be! Look at yourself, look at yourself like a soldier? Shit! Do you want a face! Do you want a face!?"

As he said that, he raised his fist and smashed it on Han Xiaobei's head.

While smashing, while cursing.

All the humiliation was squeezed into two fists.

Fang Dabao's outbreak shocked the rest of the third class.

After being stunned for two or three seconds, Zhuang Yan rushed forward and pulled Fang Dabao away from Han Xiaobei.

Han Xiaobei hugged his head and screamed, and got behind Zhuang Yan.

"Squad leader, he hit someone!"

Zhuang Yan pushed Fang Dabao away, turned around and said viciously to Han Xiaobei, "Run!"

Han Xiaobei was so frightened that he took three steps back.

Zhuang Yan said angrily: "If you don't run, I will beat you!"

Han Xiaobei really didn't dare to make a sound this time.

These veterans were full of anger, and they all looked like they had eaten enough gun medicine. If they didn’t run away, they might be beaten up and thrown into the sea by the roadside to feed the fish.

The team of Class 3 ran slowly along the seaside road again.

Soon ~www.novelmt.com~ the most humiliating scenario appeared.

An old man, accompanied by a thirty-year-old young man, ran past the third class.

N Town is a seaside town with a remote location and pleasant scenery. In recent years, it has gradually become a leisure place for urban office workers to hike.

Occasionally on weekends, it will be relatively lively here.

Tourists who come here from the city stay in a nearby homestay, and then go to the beach in the morning to watch the sunrise.

The old man was wearing a pair of black cotton sweatpants, a white vest, and the most surprising thing was that he was wearing a pair of Jiefang shoes!

Seeing the soldiers of the third squad, the old man turned his face and looked a few more times.

The young man in his thirties next to him smiled and said, "Come on, little comrades!"

After speaking, the two actually ran to the front of the third class.

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