Wen Xi quickly tidied up the housekeeping of the room after getting up, and waited at the door of the squad leader's room to go to the morning exercise.

"Wen Xi, did you sleep at the company commander's place last night?" said that the plan of the day lies in the morning, and the special squad leader is hurrying to read a book.

"Yes!"

"Oh, there's still ten minutes until the meeting time, so if you still have the stamina, go down and run a few laps. The squad leader waved his hand at Wen Xi and lowered his head and remained silent.

Wen Xi could only turn around and go back, and when he took a shower last night, he found several blisters on the soles of his feet, and the blisters would burst and become inflamed after running a few laps.

Those who have been in the army know that boring training is repeated every day, and the special forces can go out on missions a few times a month, and when they are bored, they can do a few red and blue confrontations, and most of the rest of the time is at the same pace.

The content of today's training is the same as yesterday, except that the blisters on the soles of Wen Xi's feet have finally burst, and he has only run five kilometers with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and his white socks have been dyed red when he arrives at the shooting range.

Yimao San's mouth was talking about how a man could be so scorched, and he still wore white socks when he came to the army, but he held ointment in his hand to bandage Wen Xi.

Probably poor Wen Xi's feet were wrapped into zongzi, maybe it was because Wen Xi's target shooting results today finally exceeded 40 rings, and he mercifully gave up his position on the cross-country motorcycle to let Wen Xi sit, and ran back with the team.

When his body hurts, he has no appetite for eating, Wen Xi is extremely eager to cook at this time, and the system has only reached level 1 to have such an energy value, and he can just cook two dishes casually and reach the standard!

It's a pity that the food of the special forces is obviously more nutrition-oriented, and it is still far from Wenxi's usual dietary standards!

In the afternoon, when he was studying theory, Wen Xi felt a little struggling for the first time. Calculation methods such as ballistic trajectory are not something that a junior high school student can understand, and Wen Xi was not very good at math in his previous life, and he could only ask the teacher during recess after listening to the class in a fog.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand it, you won't need it in the future. After the teacher explained, Wen Xi was still confused, and barely memorized the calculation formula, as for how the formula was derived, Wen Xi was not clear at all.

From the third day onwards, Wen Xi was exposed to a very different theoretical knowledge from before, to be precise, this is the patriotic education that is commonplace in the army. Loving the country, loving the party, loving the people, and where there is a need is a program that military personnel need to adhere to.

Wen Xi watched one patriotic movie after another, and before he had time to feel the strength of the motherland, he was woken up by a walkie-talkie at about 0:00 on the fourth night.

"01 call 02, 01 call 02, there is an urgent task, please gather in the conference room immediately! If there is an urgent task, please gather in the conference room immediately!"

"02 received!" Yimaosan lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and in less than a minute, he got dressed and went out.

Wen Xi couldn't sleep at this time, since there was an urgent mission, maybe the troops would gather urgently when they met, so it was better for him to prepare early.

"Lao Wang, hurry up, I'll send you. The door to the conference room was open, and dozens of small windows on the big screen indicated the scale of the meeting.

According to the requirements of the Ministry of Education, we should provide students with at least one patriotic education activity. In times of peace, war is too far away from children, and propaganda methods such as film and television cannot impress them. So, I decided to organize a military exercise. Ten minutes later, the troops will march to the border!"

The boss is different from the crowd as soon as he strikes, according to the previous routine, while the troops are fighting the enemy on the border, the fighters of the special forces will pretend to be the enemy and capture the students who are dragging their feet.

Of course, the treatment of the hostages will not be much better, and if they are not given food and drink for a day, they will not die, and the key is to highlight that the state will not abandon or give up rescuing them. Only when they feel the strength of the country with their own eyes will the students be proud of being a Chinese from the bottom of their hearts, and will they work hard to safeguard the honor of the famous Chinese people in thought and action! This is the purpose of the boss organizing this activity.

"Report!" raised his hand, in previous years, they were the hunters, but they even had two students, could it be difficult to take them to arrest people?

"Speak!" the boss's searchlight-like gaze swept over, and he honestly explained his confusion, and the two of them looked serious as if it were just an ordinary superior-subordinate relationship.

"What to do with the two students in our company, please ask the chief for instructions!"

"I'll make arrangements for your two students later. Does anyone still have any questions? If not, the meeting will be dismissed, the document has been sent to the troops, and I hope to receive the news of your departure in ten minutes!" the boss opened the cigarette case and shook out a cigarette, and everyone walked out of the conference room one by one, and not long after, the phone rang.

"Hello chief!" stopped on the steps.

"Bunny, are you still resentful of me stuffing the martial family's children with you?" the boss's voice was much softer than before.

"Everything is subject to the organization!" Yi Mao San resolutely refused to admit it.

"Let you go...... Fart, I don't know what you kid thinks? The martial artist personally came to the door to take care of me, and I don't feel at ease when I let others go. In this exercise, your two students were transferred to the logistics department, and you organized the language yourself. When you get to the border, someone will come to meet you, so be careful not to show your stuff. "After the boss finished speaking, he cut off the phone, a large-scale exercise, and it is also related to the participation of students in the finals of the big competition, and there are many places where the boss needs to communicate in person!

Yimaosan put on his hat and blew the emergency assembly whistle as soon as possible, and Wen Xi was the first soldier to rush down to gather.

There are only two squads in a special company, Wen Xi stood in the front row and waited for his teammates to come to gather, and he inadvertently saw a somewhat familiar face.

didn't wait for Wen Xi to confirm again, the strong bodies of the soldiers blocked Wen Xi's vision like a mountain, and Wen Xi could only follow the large army to the troop carrier.

During the carriage, Yimaosan explained the reason for the emergency assembly through the horn, the atmosphere on the car was very serious, and the squad leader's eyes drifted to Wen Xi from time to time, and after thinking for a long time, he finally spoke.

"Wen Xi, going to the border this time may not be as simple as a drill. Have you read this week's military report, tell me what you think. It was pitch black in the carriage, and the squad leader couldn't see Wen Xi's expression, so he could only remind Wen Xi in a tactful way.

"The exercise is also a deterrent. Wen Xi swallowed his saliva, he didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to contact the real battlefield, Mother Fu and Cai Rong might go crazy when they found out!

"It's good that you can think like this, when the time comes, you must obey the organization's arrangement, you must ensure the safety of your own life, and don't drag your comrades-in-arms back. The squad leader stopped talking after speaking, Wen Xi held the steel gun in his hand tightly, although there were no bullets, Wen Xi held the cold gun body to calm down.

Yes, Moon Hee was excited, excited with boiling blood.