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Most of them were sweating on their heads.

The sound of three people stepping out of the office building, which was clearly different from the buildings of this era, and the sound of leather boots on the ground was very heavy and shocking at this time.

The instructors remained motionless.

The thugs didn't know why, no one looked back, they all stared at the instructor in front of them. It's about the power of atmosphere.

The footsteps stopped more than a dozen meters away from the crowd, and then silence again.

Time passed little by little, these people were tired and sleepy, and they were still hungry, and gradually some people couldn't hold on, their bodies began to shake, and two buddies sat directly on the ground with their heads in their hands.

When most of the thugs felt that their eyes were dark, a faint but majestic voice came from the side: "It's time." Knocked out of the ground, sent back.

This is the Silver Shield training base, when you enter here, you are a Silver Shield soldier, I don't care what you did before, what you have done, I just look at your performance from this moment on. There is no quota for this training, and all those who pass will stay, and those who do not pass will be eliminated.

The platoon commanders will lead the team to change their uniforms, assign bunks, visit the base, and start formal training tomorrow. ”

The instructor standing in front gave a neat military salute: "Yes." ”

An inexplicable thing in the chests of the gangsters was stimulated, it was the iron-blooded plot that men were born with in their bones.

The instructors began to give orders.

"Stand still, go. "The thugs are moving like they are in gym class, listening to orders.

"Stand. Walk in unison, walk. ”

"Left turn, one, two, three, four. ”

"One, two, three, four. ”

"One, one, one, two, one, turn right. ”

The gangsters lined up in a queue, walking more and more together, and at this time everyone forgot about themselves, only the blood surged.

The instructor demonstrated many things in the bath, which they had never seen or used, and then moved freely.

The sound of rushing water sounded, and the heat surged up and filled the bathroom, and no one spoke, silently washing themselves in platoons.

After taking a shower, you can change your clothes directly. New clothes from the inside out, the original old clothes are neatly put aside.

Wearing the new clothes, everyone felt that they had become a different person, looking at each other, there was no longer that feeling between bastards, and they couldn't help but give each other a smile.

The instructor told them to take out the money and some things from their old clothes, and then lined up out of the bath and cut their hair.

A large group of bald scoops appeared on the playground of the base, and some of them reached out to touch other people's, and then touched their own, laughing.

Many of them have been in prison, and this shaved bald scoop can't help but bring back some memories, but it also improves discipline.

The dormitory is divided into dormitories, according to the way of the old army, one class and one room, one iron frame marching bed with one water, and military luggage items, which are numbered.

After sorting out the dormitories and sorting out the items, a whistle sounded, and everyone ran out to gather, and then lined up into the cafeteria.

There are a lot of large photos posted on the walls of the dormitory, basically real photos on the battlefield of the Vietnam War, which Zhang Xingming arranged for these veterans to collect with a lot of painstaking efforts.

On the largest wall of the canteen are the national flag and the military flag, which are so eye-catching under the clean and tidy white walls.

Sitting in class, the instructor started and sang the national anthem, and then began to eat.

Zhang Xingming just wants to use this kind of memory day after day to engrave the imprint of the country and the army in the minds of these people.

The canteen on the security side is also completely based on the troops, but the chef is not a soldier, but invited from outside.

Big pot vegetables, big pot rice, and more soup and small pickles than the troops.

At least half of the more than 100 people usually don't eat much oily, and at this time they are facing a bowl full of meat, plus they are tired and hungry, and they take a bath, and what they eat is called a hi, and the cafeteria is full of the sound of eating in the cafeteria.

After eating, everyone washes their own dishes, puts them in a bowl bag, puts them in the designated position, and then walks slowly on the playground.

After a few laps, you are free to move. The crowd dispersed at once, and groups of three or five wandered around the playground, talking one after another.

The training life that the thugs call going to hell began so simply.

The entire gangster team was called the training camp, and the battalion commander Wang Sheng, the deputy battalion commander Li Wenxue, Lao Ga and Lao Bao trembled. However, this name is false, the instructor has the final say, and they have to follow the practice, and the treatment must be much better.

The first item of training in the Chinese military is always the queue, which is the best way to quickly form a sense of collectivity and obedience.

Don't underestimate walking in the queue, this is considered heavy physical work, and I can't lift my legs for a few hours, and I am sweating profusely one by one.

During the break, Lao Ga and Lao Bao stretched their arms while walking slowly along the playground, Lao Ga was fine, Lao Bao sweated like taking a bath.

Lao Ga looked at Lao Bao and said: "Your physique is really not good, this is like a chicken cub, walking two steps and sweating, if you run a few laps, you will not die? ”

Lao Bao crossed his waist, rolled his eyes at Lao Ga while taking a deep breath, and said: "I'm engaged in technology, do you think everyone is like you with a head full of muscles, besides, this is not suitable at the beginning, okay? ”

Lao Ga looked up to the sky and laughed twice, and said, "Okay, when the time comes, you will be better than me, I will be your secretary, and I will listen to whatever you say." ”

Lao Bao glanced at him without squeaking.

Gangzi and the two students walked over from the side and said, "Oh, I'm grass, how have I gotten these days, my feet are blistered, and it hurts when I leave." ”

Lao Ga looked back at him and said, "Who didn't get up? ”

Gangzi scratched Baggi's head and said, "I dare to go and say it earlier." ”

You are not allowed to sit or lie down during the training break, you can only walk slowly like this.

When the whistle blew, the crowd that shook all over the playground quickly formed four neat squares.

The instructors are two people per team and take turns.

In the afternoon, it was foreign language training, English and Russian, and surprisingly, there were four people in this group of gangsters who spoke Japanese quite slippery, so a group of people had another Japanese language, and the instructor was the four gangsters, exactly one in a row.

Half a month later, a foreign language test was conducted, and according to the test results, the foreign language learning was re-divided, so that when the foreign language was learned, there were four classes, three classes only learned one, and the other small class learned three kinds of English, Russian and Japanese at the same time.

Genius is available at any time, and it has nothing to do with origin.

Two months later, the queue became a morning exercise, physical training began in the morning, and there were more firearms training in the afternoon, and the gangsters started to lift and touch their guns.

The entire underground of the base has been almost hollowed out, half of which is room storage, and half is an indoor shooting range.

Every afternoon at half past three o'clock, the students began to learn firearms knowledge and practice marksmanship here.

Lao Bao held a pistol, tied his hands with a bandage and the handle of the gun, and concentrated on shooting.

He had little strength, and he was afraid that the recoil of the gun would shake the gun out of his hand and hurt people, so he had to tie it up like this, and wait for his body and arms to get used to it.

Lao Ga is playing a rifle.

He has good physical fitness, firearms training and physical fitness are very related, and the musculature can effectively relieve the impact of recoil.