Special Years

Just when Zhuang Yan was in a state of confusion, Yin Xiancong suddenly laughed.

"Come on, I'm just joking with you, I'll scare you."

He stood up, raised his chin and said, "Hurry up and finish your meal. When someone comes back and sees you eating sick noodles here alone, it's going to be bad."

Zhuang Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he was still a little confused.

Did Yin Xiancong know that he was really going to run away?

Now since the squad leader doesn't ask, Zhuang Yan doesn't plan to say anything.

This is not a glorious thing, let him rot in his stomach for the rest of his life.

The platoon competition arranged by the battalion commander finally arrived as scheduled.

In the middle of the night, when Zhuang Yan was still in a daze, the battalion commander, accompanied by the deputy battalion commander and the correspondent, made an emergency call at two o'clock in the morning without any notice.

Battalion Commander Teng Wenji's competition rules are very simple. The third recruit battalion has only two recruit companies, eight and nine, for a total of six platoons.

Scores are calculated in ranking units.

Set the top three rewards.

The first place will be counted as three points, the second place will be awarded two points, the third place will be awarded one point, and the rest will not be awarded.

There are a total of five assessments—emergency assembly, bomb dropping, equipment practice, push-ups, and five-kilometer cross-country.

For the emergency set and the five-kilometer cross-country, the final score is calculated, and the average score is calculated for the rest.

The results of the second row were neither good nor bad.

The time for the last place in the second row of this emergency rally was two minutes, forty-five seconds, twenty-four, ranking third in the sixth row.

Platoon leader Adai was not satisfied with this result. After disbanding, he brought the entire platoon to the platoon for a training session, and by the way, he poured some blood.

"...If we only let the platoon leaders compete, and only look at the results of our platoon leaders, I, Dedeham, guarantee that we will take the first place in the second platoon! In this recruit battalion... no! In the entire regiment's recruit battalion! There is no one The platoon leader is my Dedham's opponent! Believe it or not!?"

A bell-like sound burst out from Adai's short body, resounding through the sky.

"Believe!" The recruits had to believe.

The platoon leader Adai is really awesome.

"All the soldiers are bristling, and the generals are bristling. I admit that I'm fine, why can't you? Be a soldier under me, even if you can't! Do you understand?!"

"Understood!" The recruits cried out after being beaten with blood.

Everyone knows that Adai is awesome, so when he is a soldier under the awesome people, he feels that he must be awesome.

"Now that you understand, are we going to take back the points we lost tomorrow!? Do we want to!?"

"want!"

The new recruits in the team began to gear up, and they all wanted to fight immediately.

"They're all good! They're all men! If that's the case, let's show them on the training ground tomorrow! Let them know that our soldiers in the second platoon are as good as me! Okay!"

"Okay!" The recruits raised their voices and expressed their determination with the greatest decibel.

Early the next morning, before the wake-up horn sounded, solemnly woke up early.

He got out of bed and moved his hands and feet, and there seemed to be no problem.

After all, he is a young man, and his body recovers very quickly.

Yin Xiancong also got up when he heard the movement. Seeing Zhuang Yan twisting his waist and wringing his hands beside his bed, he said, "Why are you getting up?"

"Competition!" Standing solemnly in the dark, he could see clearly that it was Yin Xiancong by the weak light at the door, and whispered, "Squad leader, I didn't joke with you yesterday, I want to be a good soldier, not a coward, and be let down. People look down on it."

Yin Xiancong couldn't help grinning.

He thought the soldier Zhuang Yan was really interesting.

"You just fainted once yesterday. The hygienist said that he allowed you to take a day off, so there is no need to participate in the game today."

When Zhuang Yan heard this, he became anxious: "That won't work, I must participate..."

In fact, there is no reason why Zhuang Yan is so active.

A few days ago, he was at ease.

Due to the injury on his foot, Zhuang Yan just stood in a military position and walked in line every day, and basically did not need to participate in any strenuous physical training.

But this comfortable feeling turned into an uncomfortable burden unknowingly.

Every time he sits in the row room and hears the hot training slogans outside, it always makes him feel like he is on pins and needles.

It's fine if you're really sick, but Zhuang Yan has been pretending to be sick these days.

Every day I see other comrades returning to the row house full of stinky sweat, and the solemn heart is actually not a good feeling, as if he is a traitor, as if he has taken advantage of the comrades who slept in the same row and ate a pot of rice. .

This feeling is very uncomfortable.

Especially when Niu Dali was despised by Niu Dali yesterday at the equipment yard, and Xu Xingguo's humiliation, his solemn self-esteem was shattered like glass.

He felt that he had to find some face.

When you are not a good soldier, you say it with your mouth, but you have to say it in your heart. Wherever you lost your face, you have to pick it up.

After serving in the army for more than a month, Zhuang Yan has never been so excited.

During the summer vacation when I was a child, Zhuang Yan went back to his grandmother's house with his mother to visit relatives. My grandmother lives in the mountains of Guangxi Province, where there is a custom of cockfighting during festivals~www.novelmt.com~ cockfights are specially raised and specially trained.

On the day of the festival, villagers from all villages and villages will form a big circle around a certain grain drying field, and then the two owners of the cockfighting **** will carry their favorite **** into the field.

The cockfighting **** often have their feathers standing up and clucking before they even get on the field, hoping to rush up and peck their opponents to death.

Before officially letting go of their hands to fight, the owner would take out a bottle of home-brewed rice wine from his pocket, put it in his mouth, squeeze the chicken's mouth with one hand, and spray it on the chicken's head.

The wine got into the throat of the chicken, and the cockfight became very brave until the last breath.

Zhuang Yan now feels that he is no different from the cockfighting cockfight that only plays, and the eight meridians in his body are full of high fighting spirit.

My feet are healed and I have enough rest. I am full of energy and energetic.

There is no better time than the present state.

Bomb-dropping, gymnastics-exercise and push-ups are held in the morning.

Including the results of last night's emergency assembly, when the morning exercise is over, the battalion commander, several company commanders, and the battalion staff will add up to calculate the total score.

When Dedeham took the results in his hands, he was dumbfounded.

On the score sheet, it clearly stated the scores of the six platoons of the two recruits and the calculated scores of the temporary four.

Eight consecutive two-row scoring: emergency rally 1, push-up 3, equipment 2, bombing 2...

Scores for nine consecutive rows: emergency rally 3, push-up 2, equipment 1, bomb 2...

Scores in eight consecutive rows: emergency rally 2, push-ups 3, equipment 3, bombing 0...

"Fuck! Three equal points!?"

He couldn't help shouting.

"I've seen a ghost!"