"If there is no other problem, then you can run away and run until I am satisfied, otherwise don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!"

After saying the above, a cold light flashed in the eyes of "King Qiao Yan" and he began to rush our "waste" to run over the four hundred meters obstacle. He was ruthless to what he said. In addition to corporal punishment, of course I also knew that the stick he had never left was not vegetarian.

The army said that it is true that the soldiers cannot be physically punished and that they cannot be beaten. But you should not understand it too wrong. My understanding is that if the veteran is so idle that he is tired and has nothing to do, he will definitely not be able to beat the new recruits.

But what if we talk about training? I think if there are no strict requirements and no real hard training, it is absolutely not a strong soldier. It is said that human nature is lazy and good people are made from the stick. Only in this way can a strong team that is trusted by the people and reassures the motherland.

Some people say that the troops are a strange furnace.

He can make a good person become a bad person in it, and he can also make a bad person into a good person.

He can make a person who looks glorious in the place and become a person who is nothing but mediocre in the army, but he can also make a person who is cowardly and helpless in the place and become a real man.

I don’t know what I have become, but I feel that I have become silent than before. Not to mention that we don’t have the part to speak during training, even when I communicate with my fellow villagers in private, I speak much less, and my eyes become more and more sharp, so sharp that the little head Peng Zheng said that when he saw my eyes, he shone cold light.

I felt particularly satisfied with his above discoveries, and there was a little vanity, because I knew that I was starting to become stronger, and this cold light was hard to come by. In martial arts novels, this kind of gaze was murderous, and in the iron-blooded military camp, it should be blood.

I would usually glar at him more vividly, and this kid would cooperate with the ground with a surprised expression, as if he was scared to take two steps back.

"Brother Dahai, your eyes... are so big fucking big eyes!"

The above conversations usually appear in many forms, and generally I would cooperate with him to sniff his head, and then he ran away, and I would immediately chase after him with a scream, so that in this joking mentality, we often trained on the five-kilometer road to emergency stops and sprints, which was surprisingly effective. "King Qiao Yan" would rarely stop us. It seemed that as long as you did not affect the training and would not fall at the end of the team, he would also adopt a conniving attitude.

As for the little ghost Peng Zheng, since he caused me to have a conflict with "King Qiao Yan" that night and challenged him, he was the one who knew the changes best, and he actually adopted a method of silently supporting me. His internal affairs were getting better and better, and even he even got a red flag in his later internal affairs evaluations.

Military physical fitness has always been a weakness for him, but he has gradually become stronger in my almost crazy training. When "King Qiao Yan" said that we were listed as a unity and mutual assistance group on the day, we abide by this agreement with great tacit understanding. In every training, I never thought of throwing him down.

If he can't run five kilometers, even if his lungs turn like windmills and his tongue spits like a big wolfdog in the hot summer, I will drag him to the finish line. After several extreme physical loads, even a stone will certainly squeeze out oil for me. It would be strange if his physical strength does not grow.

When I insist on doing push-ups or sit-ups, if he couldn't insist on following me, I would stare at him with a silent look until he was so warm that his eyes were filled with warmth and I was afraid of being killed by me, so of course I had to do it with me.

Peng Zheng actually survived all this with me silently. In fact, I knew it was because he knew me too much. He knew that I was a very competitive person. That night, the insult of "King Qiao Yan" to me personally challenged the most precious thing deep in my brain, that is self-esteem.

In his heart, he thought that he caused the direct conflict between me and "King Qiao Yan", so he felt guilty. What he was willing to listen to me was that after I repeated these exercises day after day, he saw his body gradually becoming stronger, and his performance in the entire recruit company also increased, allowing himself to be recognized by his comrades next to him, and he was gradually willing to immerse himself in the guilt.

‘Bang’ I was very depressed and hit the low wall, because when I was rushing towards the low wall, I originally wanted to learn from ‘King Qiao Yan’ to pass through the low wall, but once the matter came, when I was about to ‘pass’, the pressure in my heart suddenly increased. I slowed down my speed by mistake and hit the low wall.

Alas, fortunately, the speed slowed down, otherwise I would become the first recruit to rest due to a concussion. I gritted my teeth, rubbed my head or leaped through the low wall, and then ran quickly. The last fish jumped and dived, and I fell under the wire crawling forward.

‘Correct!’ I let out a muffled groan, took a bite of sand, and my nose was covered with dust. It was so depressing that I had to raise my head and try to breathe fresh air.

However, before I could lift my head, I was hit hard on my head with a "splash", forcing me to make intimate contact with the ground again, and then I heard the 'King of Yan Qiao' roar: "Damn it, you kid don't want to live anymore. If it's a barbed wire, it will definitely make you lose a piece of meat!"

I fuck, can't the damn "King Qiao Yan" be gentle? It hurts so much. Isn't it the thick rope you made? Is it necessary for me to have such strict requirements in training now? Even so, I still know that I am in the wrong, so I could only glar in the direction of him. I closed my breath and covered my dust, and crawled out quickly with both hands.

"One minute and forty-eight seconds! So fucking slow!"

Seeing me leaping, holding my knees with both hands and panting, finally passing the finish line, "King Qiao Yan" glanced at me coldly and said without any angrily.

Fuck, is it still slow for one minute and forty-eight seconds? This is the first time we have officially practiced a 400-meter obstacle. Why don’t you look at the guy running at the end now? He is still competing with that high wall? I think that guy can’t climb up anymore. After all, I’m the first in the recruits.

To be honest, I realized that the push-ups and sit-ups we did were the role of. Now my physical strength is much stronger than that of "King Qiao Yan" in every obstacle, but I was more than ten times more relaxed when I was on high and low stools, over high walls, and leaping deep pits. My strong arms and abdominal muscles allowed me to easily fly these obstacles.
Chapter completed!