Special Years

For an old man in his fifties and a man in his thirties to overtake his team, Zhuang Yan felt very ashamed.

Although he was running with a load and others were barehanded, how could a soldier not even be able to run away from a local old man?

He shouted loudly: "Han Xiaobei! Zeng Jian! Run for me! At least let me surpass the old man in front of me. Even an old man can't run away. You are all soldiers for nothing!"

These two are the slowest in the class.

But you can't leave them alone.

Zeng Jian was pretty good. Although he was not running fast and was half dead, he didn't say a word.

Han Xiaobei is different.

Along the way, he could be heard screaming like a pig.

Zhuang Yan forced himself to go into battle in person, dragging his backpack and dragging Han Xiaobei to run wildly.

Seeing that he was about to catch up with the old man in front, Han Xiaobei stumbled again and fell directly to the ground.

"...I...I...I..."

Lying on the ground, Han Xiaobei was like a pig that was stabbed with a knife, screaming sadly, unable to speak.

"My ass!" Zhuang Yan said to Zuo Xiaoheng, "Second class, come and run with me on his back!"

Zuo Xiaoheng came over, and the two dragged Han Xiaobei on the ground, one left and one right, almost overhead Han Xiaobei, and ran all the way.

This kind of physical exhaustion is enormous. Even if the solemn training is good, three guns are hung on the body, a rucksack, and a tactical vest, etc., and now I have to hold a corpse without any strength. Han Xiaobei, can't run fast no matter what.

When they reached the finish line in front of the company gate, they saw the old man in Jiefang shoes standing with Zhang Jianxing from a distance, as if they were chatting about something.

Seeing the third shift coming back, the old man said with a smile: "Young man, no! How can a soldier be so physically weak? In a war, there is a position waiting for you to occupy and you can't run!"

After saying that, he smiled and continued running along the road towards the town of N with the man in his thirties.

Zhang Jianxing stood next to Dadehan, who looked at the seconds of the watch, shook his head and smiled, and handed the stopwatch to Zhang Jianxing to let him check the time.

Zhang Jianxing's face darkened: "28 minutes and 40 seconds..."

He suddenly pointed to the back of the old man who had gone away, and said, "The veterans who have been discharged from the army for more than 20 years run faster than you! It's not ashamed!"

After he finished speaking, he dropped a word and left.

"Go back to wash your face and brush your teeth! The other classes are all ready to eat breakfast!"

Dai Dehan came over and said to Zhuang Yan, "The grades are too bad..."

Zhuang Yan was also very helpless and said, "I know, give me some time, platoon leader..."

Deadham said, "I don't mean to blame you."

After he finished speaking, he thought about it and said: "I originally planned to go to the shooting range in Houshan this morning to shoot live ammunition. The company commander said that your class is in a special situation, so you don't have to go to live ammunition shooting for the time being. You should practice aiming and holding guns first. , let's talk about the next step."

Zhuang Yan knew the meaning in Dadehan's words.

Zhang Jianxing may think that people like Han Xiaobei and Zeng Jian can't even shoot guns well, so he simply asked the third shift to aim the gun directly, so as not to continue to make a fool of himself like this morning.

He is also not good at scolding solemn.

Because this class Zhuang Yan just took over, not to mention that two immortal soldiers have been stuffed into it, Zhuang Yan is a big cauldron for the company anyway, and he can't be so sympathetic.

"Oh, yes..."

Dedham, who had just turned around and walked a few steps, suddenly turned his head and said to Zhuang Yan, "One more thing, in the morning, I went to the company to pick up some lawn mowers to mow the company's lawn. The company commander said that the grass is too long. nothing to do..."

The grass is too long...

nothing to do...

An indescribable feeling in the solemn heart.

Looking back at the soldiers in his class, he watched for a while.

Han Xiaobei was still lying on the ground.

He didn't want to get up even if he was out of breath.

Zeng Jian sat aside and said nothing.

This time, he finally realized what it was like to run five kilometers.

Being a soldier in a combat squad is really different from the headquarters.

And this is just the beginning. He is very confused right now, and he is judging whether his choice is too impulsive.

"gather!"

Solemnly ordered the three squadrons of soldiers who were slumped.

After they were assembled, solemnly looked at the eleven sweaty soldiers standing in front of him, and his heart was full of fire.

I want to say something, but I don't know what to say.

What to say?

He thinks this class is really ridiculous and hateful.

Only now does he realize that being a squad leader is really not easy.

You have brought a good class, that is called one Shun, one Shun Bai Shun.

With such a class, you just want to watch a hedgehog, but you don't know how to start.

Soldiers, fairy soldiers, parallel imports, cowards...

All kinds of bad words jumped from here to there.

Don't they all say that the army is a melting pot?

But after all, only a piece of iron can be put in to make good steel. Is this one iron? It's not even a broken tile, I don't want to use it as firewood to burn others...

He raised his head and sighed, solemnly gritted his teeth, but still made up his mind.

Aren't you the head coach?

Students can bring them, so are you afraid of this group of soldiers?

Everyone lowered their heads and looked at Zhuang Yan from time to time.

Everyone knows that if you are the squad leader, your face will be shattered on the ground, and everyone will be angry.

Zhuang Yan walked up slowly, walked to the front row, and in front of Zhao Fugui, reached out and gently pulled the rank on his shoulder.

"Senior Soldier..."

He walked to the next Fang Dabao.

"Senior Soldier..."

Then one by one pull the ranks.

Pull once, read once.

At the end, Zhuang Yan returned to the commanding position of the queue, and suddenly smiled: "Look at you, including myself, there are nine first-class soldiers, two private soldiers, and one sergeant... But one of our company retired more than 20 years ago. Even the old soldiers can't run, let me ask you, do you feel ashamed?"

Eleven soldiers are standing in the queue, you sneak a look at me, I sneak a look at you.

No one spoke.

They all know shame, but they are unwilling to admit their shame.

That morning ~www.novelmt.com~ The news that the third shift could not run an old man spread like wings throughout the entire Eighth Company.

When breakfast entered the dining hall, everyone covered their mouths and laughed while eating steamed buns.

The entire dining room was filled with suppressed laughter.

During the day, everyone took guns and live ammunition, carried them on their shoulders, and headed towards the back mountain shooting range with their small chests raised.

The people from Class 3 stood in front of the row room, dumbfoundedly watching others shoot.

Everyone passed in front of Class Three and couldn't help covering their mouths and laughing...

That morning, according to the order of company commander Zhang Jianxing, Zhuang Yan went to the company to get scissors, and gave each person a pair of scissors.

Twelve soldiers in three squads, scattered on several large lawns of the company, mow the grass.

After cutting for an hour, Fang Dabao suddenly threw the scissors heavily on the ground, stood up, and said solemnly, "Squad leader! I don't want to mow the grass!"

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