Special Years

Early in the morning, there were several platoon leaders standing outside the gate of the Eighth Company. A large group of soldiers had just finished running five kilometers, relaxing their muscles by moving their hands and feet.

Zhang Jianxing, who had just returned from training in the regiment, walked to the gate of the company, stood beside platoon leader Dadehan, glanced at his stopwatch, and then looked at the soldiers around him.

"The bottom of the third shift again?"

Dedeham nodded and said, "Yes, it's still class three."

"I hope I don't encounter any retired veterans this time, otherwise I don't know where to put my face." Zhang Jianxing shook his head in disappointment.

It has been a month since Zhuang Yan coached the third class, and Zhang Jianxing was expecting him to change the situation of the third class.

It seems that he still thinks highly of this coach and squad leader.

The third class is the cancer of the eighth company. It seems that before these soldiers are discharged, it is impossible to completely reverse their appearance.

Leading a soldier is like leading a child. You can still teach it when you are young. When you grow up and take shape, you will definitely get twice the result with half the effort to correct it.

Dai Dehan looked back at Zhang Jianxing and said, "Company commander, the third shift ran with sandbags on their backs."

"What?" Zhang Jianxing almost thought he heard it wrong.

Sandbags?

Eight companies do not have strict requirements.

"Yes, company commander, you went to the regiment for training recently. When you came back, you were late. You didn't watch their training." Deadham said, "The third class is in good spirits now. They all made sand leggings and sand vests for themselves. Every day is weight training.”

"Is it a solemn idea?" Zhang Jianxing couldn't figure it out. "What does he want? I'm satisfied that the third class can reach the level of the ordinary class. What is he doing?"

In the eyes of company commander Zhang Jianxing, it is not that he does not want the third class to forge ahead, but that there is a degree of forging ahead.

If nothing else, the two "special" soldiers in the third class, Han Xiaobei and Zeng Jian, don't look like they can be trained.

To put it bluntly, from the day Han Xiaobei and Zeng Jian joined the Balian big family, Zhang Jianxing refused from the bottom of his heart, but he could not refuse the request of the head of the regiment Wei Xuefeng and the deputy political commissar Xiong Guohan.

They are all their superiors, and they have all come to the company to beg themselves, and I, the little company commander, can't always give the superiors no face.

However, Zhang Jianxing's expectations for these two people are not high. As long as they reach the normal level of the recruits, then everything will be fine for Amitabha.

Tying sandbags is something only the elites like to do. Ordinary veterans generally don't ask for hardships.

Can those two "immortals" stand it?

He is now worried that Zhuang Yan is young and energetic, and if he uses the training team's suit on the third class, something will happen.

After all, the members of the training team are all selected elite soldiers, all of whom have excellent military foundations.

Nothing!

"It's back!" Deadham looked down at the stopwatch, his eyes lit up.

When the third shift crossed the finish line, he was stuck on time.

Then, he turned around and said to Zhang Jianxing, "It's better than the time two days ago."

Zhang Jianxing glanced at the time on the stopwatch, 23 minutes and 45 seconds.

"Not bad..." Zhang Jianxing was greatly surprised by this result.

You can run this time with the help of the sandbag, take off the sandbag and raise it for a minute or two without any problem.

It's only been half a month, so God?

Majestic stood beside the finish line, shuttled beside every soldier in his squad, and kept explaining: "Don't stand still, walk! When you exercise, your muscles will become stiff, and cramps will hurt you later! Walk, Activity!"

Zhang Jianxing observed it carefully and said to Dedeham, "The mental outlook of the third class seems to be good."

Dai Dehan said: "Of course, now the third shift is awake. They say they want to turn the salted fish over."

"The salted fish turned over?" Zhang Jianxing was unfamiliar with this Cantonese saying.

Dai Dehan's hometown was originally from Southern Guangdong Province, so he understood it very well.

"It just means to fight over and change his appearance." He explained a little to Zhang Jianxing.

Zhang Jianxing never left Zhuang Yan's third class. After watching for a while, he said to Dedeham, "It seems that this person must have a goal. This boy Zhuang Yan is not bad, he can find a goal for them and make them go all out. Realized. Yes, the salted fish turns over... the salted fish turns over..."

After nagging a few times, he suddenly said, "I will organize live ammunition training during the day. I want to see the results."

"You can't believe Majestic? He's a top shooter. When it comes to shooting, Quanlian has no one to match him." Dedeham was quite satisfied with his disciple, saying, "I've checked their shooting training, and I think it's okay. ."

"You can tell if it's okay or not, I see it is believing." Zhang Jianxing took the belt, turned and walked into the company. After a few steps, he turned around and said to Dedeham, "Go to the company later and talk to the clerk, Organise live ammunition tests during the day."

Back in the row house, Zhuang Yan asked Zhao Fugui and Guo Xiaoli to go to the cooking class, brought back two buckets of hot water, and then let everyone wash their faces with some cold water, and immediately took off the sandbags and soaked their feet in the remaining water. .

He ran to the room of platoon leader Deadham himself and knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

Deadham's voice rang out.

He walked in solemnly and asked the platoon leader, "Platoon leader, where is my potion?"

"Here." Deadham said, pointing to a bucket on the ground, "here."

Zhuang Yan unplugged the plug from the wall and took the heating wire out of the potion—for the past half month, Zhuang Yan has been doing the same thing every day.

These potions are the formulas given by Yang Songlin for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and solemnly asked Li Chuangcheng, the cooking squad leader, to catch them from the pharmacy when he went to buy vegetables with his boss.

Private use of electrical appliances is not allowed in the platoon, but the platoon leader, Dedeham, has a single room. Soldiers have their own way of being a soldier, which is to buy a heating wire with a plug installed and put it in a bowl. Plug the heating wire into the yellow bucket filled with herbs and water.

A bucket of potion can be cooked in half an hour.

When leaving, Dedeham said: "The company commander said that we will go out in the morning to organize a one-two practice live-fire shooting. You are ready to go."

"Shooting?" Zhuang Yan thought for a while and said, "Okay, whatever!"

When you're done, turn around and leave.

It took Dadehan a long time to react, "Hey", and said to himself, "This kid seems to be quite sure."

Back in the row room, Zhuang Yan divided the water into twelve parts and poured one part into the bucket.

This has been a sideshow for Class Three after training every morning and evening for the last few days—foot soaking.

Not only the feet, but also part of it will be used to wipe the joints of the hands.

Because they have been practicing the second practice recently, the soldiers of the third class were screaming and screaming with their guns, and it was difficult to hold chopsticks in their hands.

This is a stage that every soldier must go through.

In the past, Zhao Fugui and Fang Dabao were lazy~www.novelmt.com~ Now they are soldiers in their second year, they still have to return them.

Zhuang Yan remembered the formula Yang Songlin gave him. He used it in boxing practice all the time, and the effect was very good, so he simply found Li Chuangcheng and bought more than a dozen payments each time, enough for a week.

Fortunately, Yang Songlin's formula medicinal materials are not expensive, they are all cheap and high-quality things. If you have a house, you can go directly to the pharmacy to get it according to the weight, and you can make it in a while.

The treatment of the third class made the soldiers of the first and second classes envied.

Yang Xinfeng, a recruit from the second class, dared to go up to ask Zhuang Yan, "Squad leader three, can you share some of my bubbles?"

Solemnly said: "Okay, come here, I'll give you half the water."

Yang Xinfeng had originally planned to wash his face, but this time he heard that he had foot blister, so he immediately ran to the bed of the third shift with a bucket in joy.

Xu Xingguo suddenly shouted: "Yang Xinfeng, you kid, come back to me!"

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