Special Years

Chapter 514: 3 swollen 3 go to the blue sky

Zhuang Yan soon tasted the bitterness of "Golden Rooster Independence".

At this time, it is actually close to the end of the year. In the late autumn, the weather turns cold. However, wearing camouflage uniforms on the concrete playground, the "Golden Rooster Independence" stands for an hour. Even though the soldiers of the hunter team have undergone strict physical training, they stood for dozens of minutes. , the sweat was still dripping down his chin to the ground.

When I first started stationary training, everyone was very interested in this kind of training similar to children's games, and it was quite fresh.

But it didn't take long for this novelty to turn into disgust.

Every day, as long as we gather together and do two-hour stereotype training in the morning, everyone's faces will immediately grow and wrinkle like a bitter gourd.

The most terrible thing is the soldiers of the ground crew, which is in stark contrast to the hunter detachment.

As the saying goes, there are specialties in the arts.

In addition to the common subjects, everyone in the army has the same subjects, and everything else is their own cultivation, each with their own strengths.

The ground crews are not like the solemn ones, who need to be ashamed every day like a chicken, and all they do is technical work.

In addition to being responsible for the daily maintenance of the aircraft, the inspection before take-off, and the maintenance after the flight, there is a saying in the ground crew that there are seven companies and eight teams.

The so-called seven companies refer to the guards, communications, navigation, field operations, and four stations.

Just by hearing the name, you can tell that it is a technical arm.

So every day, in addition to getting up and exercising according to the regulations, physical training is carried out symbolically for three kilometers, and then come back to wash, and then start to return to their own posts to be on duty.

Since the hunter detachment has been stationed here, the soldiers of this ground service company have had more entertainment than usual.

In the past, washing was done in the washing room, but now all the washbasins are brought to the flower bed in front of the barracks, and placed on the brick fence, while washing their faces and watching the soldiers of the hunter detachment toss.

Every time the local soldiers wash their hands, the hunter detachment usually does not stop.

After all, the nature is different, and the training task of the hunter detachment is much more intense than that of the soldiers of the "Red Arrow" brigade.

Zhuang Yan and the others were recruited in the second half of the year. At that time, the recruits of the "Red Arrow" brigade had already started professional training.

The soldiers recruited from each group army are excellent in terms of military or physical fitness, but there is still a gap in professional training.

Therefore, in order to make a name for himself in the team assessment at the beginning of next year, and to make Han's self-proclaimed training method more forward-looking and effective than others, he must have good results for others to see.

Otherwise, this experimental squad will face the fate of disbanding.

After all, since the funding is skewed, it is not for nothing.

Once you get the funds, you have to show the results.

When the soldiers of the hunter detachment used the last time to practice the exchange of rapid rifles before the morning exercise, the ground crew washed their white faces with soap not far away, while commenting on these training lunatics. Good enough.

A soldier shook his head and said in a half-sympathetic, half-hearted tone, "Look, look, it's been more than thirty minutes for a gun-changing move, and they're not tired of it, right?"

"Special forces!" The other held two handfuls of water, poured it on his face to wash off the foam, and shook his body exaggeratedly as if shivering, and said, "Fortunately, I didn't go to this kind of force, otherwise I would guess myself Gotta die there."

"Wang San, with your level of training, don't say go to other special forces, I don't think you can even get in the door if you go to our airborne troops!" Some people laughed at this soldier surnamed Wang, who was the third oldest at home.

Wang San said, "If you let me go, I won't go, special forces..."

Speaking of which, I got stuck, and I lost my words all of a sudden.

The people next to him burst into laughter: "What happened to the special forces? Don't you think that Wang San doesn't like it?"

Wang San's face flushed red.

In fact, he really admired those soldiers, and to be honest, he was quite envious of them.

Look at others in the army, and look at yourself.

But a man's self-esteem makes him unable to admit himself?

"Aren't the special forces the same as us!? Aren't we serving as soldiers to defend the country? Aren't we dedicating our youth?"

After listening to Wang San's words, the big guy laughed again.

Days go by like this.

The weather is getting colder and colder.

winter is here.

The boring training is still going on every day.

Since this time, the proportion of physical training has started to decline.

All physical training is basically squeezed into the morning exercise time, and then the skydiving ground training in the morning.

In the paratroopers, there is such a jingle - three swellings and three eliminations go to the blue sky.

Of course, its meaning is self-evident—every recruit from the parachute training on the ground to the actual jump, the thighs and the whole body should be swollen and subsided more than three times. Develop the physique of a qualified paratrooper.

After two weeks of stereotype training, Zhuang Yan finally found his long-cherished parachute.

Early this morning, a military vehicle stopped in front of the building in the camp.

Han Zi boasted that he went up to chat with the cadre who brought the car, then waved his hand and said to Luo Ping'an, "Luo Ping'an, call everyone over and follow the car to the airport to unload the umbrella."

"Yes!"

Luo Ping'an ran downstairs and called out to everyone.

"Wait here, we will take the other two cars later, and follow this car to the airport to unload the goods."

"Unloading what? Squad leader?" Zhuang Yan glanced in the direction of the truck and asked Luo Pingan, "Are you going to take it out for training again?"

"No!" Luo Pingan said, "We are currently training outside. Where else do you want to go? Zhuang Yan, do you think it's too relaxing here, and want to go to the jungle or the mountains to relax? Or do you want to go to an uninhabited island?"

"Then where are we going?"

"Why are you asking so many questions?"

"Curious!"

"..." Luo Pingan had seen direct, but he had never seen such a direct person.

So I can only say: "I went to the airport to unload the umbrella bag from the car. The venue here is not suitable for training. The airport gave us a large warehouse, enough for twenty of us."

"Get a parachute!?"

When I heard that there was a parachute pickup, my solemn mood was similar to when my brother Zhuang Buping bought him that Honda Black Shark motorcycle when he was at home, and he was even more excited.

Honda Black Sharks are everywhere in the solemn hometown, but parachutes are not everywhere. Many people have never seen a serious military parachute in their lives.

"Squad leader, are we going to skydive so soon?" Zhuang Yan asked Luo Ping'an a little excitedly.

Luo Pingan said, "Do you know how to open a parachute? Do you know how to control a parachute?"

He solemnly shook his head.

Because he really won't.

Luo Pingan said, "Do you think skydiving is just taking a parachute up to the sky and jumping down with it on your back?"

Solemnly rejoiced, he said, "It's almost the same. I used to watch TV like this. The hatches were opened, the soldiers lined up, and then they jumped down one by one, and the umbrellas opened."

Luo Pingan was actually in a bad mood recently, but Zhuang Yan's shameless appearance really made him very happy.

In Luo Ping'an's eyes, Zhuang Yan is a good soldier.

Good toughness, strong competitive spirit, strong coordination and organization ability, in the team, in addition to the general relationship with Xu Xingguo, everyone else can mix with Zhuang Yan.

This is a quality that a grass-roots commander must possess. It can be seen that Zhuang Yan is a good seedling.

Of course, Luo Pingan had to know that it was too much for him to think so.

Zhuang Yan himself is the coach and squad leader of the 1st Division's coaching team.

Soon, the hunter team's own truck came over, loaded the people, and followed the car with the parachute all the way to the nearby military airport.

"Get in the car and remove the umbrella bag and all the gear!"

When the car stopped at the gate of a temporarily idle warehouse, everyone just got out of the car.

Zhuang Yan glanced around and sighed with emotion: "I heard that the air force eats the best, but I didn't expect other people's stations to be good. Look at this warehouse, it's repaired as well as our barracks."

Luo Ping'an kicked the solemn buttocks gently.

"It's just you bastard! Take off your umbrella bag!"

"Yes! Squad leader!"

He ran towards the truck solemnly and cheerfully, stood under the car, and looked out, Su Huikai was standing in the carriage, turning over and over, as if checking the umbrella bag or the points or something.

"Old Su, what are you doing?" he shouted.

Su Hui didn't reply at first, "Check the umbrella bag!"

He said solemnly, "Choose a good one for me!"

Su Huikai looked back at Zhuang Yan and asked, "I said Lao Zhuang, are you serious?"

"I'm joking!" Zhuang Yan laughed and said, "Umbrella buns are umbrella buns, not meat buns, and there are more meat and less meat inside, hurry up! Don't look at it, take it off first, the squad leader just kicked my ass. "

Su Huikai held an umbrella bag and handed it to the comrades under the car.

Soon, two more people got on board to help Su Huikai.

Within twenty minutes, 20 people unloaded the umbrella bag and accessories of the entire vehicle, as well as some large rolls of green canvas.

After the handover, Han Zi boasted that he had gathered everyone, pointed to the umbrella bag on the ground and asked, "Before today's training starts, I would like to ask, what is the most important thing in skydiving?"

The queue was silent.

The 20 team members stared wide-eyed.

What is the most important thing about skydiving?

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"Can anyone give me a correct answer?" Han asked himself.

"Report!"

Someone is calling for a report.

Han Zizuo turned his head and looked at the source of the sound.

It was Zhang Yaoyi's report.

"Zhang Yaoyi, tell me." Han arrogantly pointed to Zhang Yaoyi.

Zhang Yaoyi stood at attention, cleared her throat, and said, "The most important thing is the umbrella bag."

Han Zibo's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Tell me, why?!"