The 38th Group Army has too many glorious histories, many meritorious achievements, from the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea to the self-defense counterattack, creating countless iron-blooded troops, the Iron Fist Regiment belongs to one of them, and many combat heroes have emerged, and it seems that it is the honor of soldiers to enter the Iron Fist Regiment, in fact, the recruits don't think so.

The Iron Fist Regiment's boot camp is equal to the beginning of a nightmare.

Strictly believe in the creed of sweating more in peacetime and less bloodshed in wartime.

The soldiers of the Iron Fist Regiment often say that the second artillery is bitter, and the Iron Fist Regiment is even more bitter, which is by no means an exaggeration.

In the open training ground, the 300 recruits who had been trained in the recruit battalion for two months gathered for a meeting, and the number of recruits was smaller than that of the regular battalion level, and most of the commanders of the recruit battalion were cadres at the company level, and there were 300 people, except that there were no epaulettes and collar badges, and it was difficult for outsiders to distinguish the difference between recruits and veterans.

"I am announcing that we have a new member in our boot camp, and everyone applauds." The commander of the new barracks had a loud voice and was the first to applaud, and the three hundred people immediately applauded rhythmically, thinking that a new cadre had come to the new barracks, but the one who wanted to come to the stage was actually a recruit wearing a training uniform.

Yang Chen walked onto the stage and faced three hundred people.

The next moment he will be one of them, he saw the confusion in their eyes, thinking that it was surprising that he was transferred, in fact, there was another point, he didn't expect that most of the recruits below were gloating, and the master who could transfer must have a background, but he came to the Iron Fist Regiment, stupid?

"Company Commander, this soldier is handed over to you."

The battalion commander of the recruit battalion pointed to the position of the first company, signaling that Yang Chen could go down, Yang Chen calmly walked to the first company, the second lieutenant of the first company, Jiang Enyao, was full of unhappiness, and he worked hard to lead the recruits for two months, and the results were remarkable.

"You stand at the end!" Jiang Enyao didn't have a good airway, he was as uncomfortable as eating flies, and the recruits of the whole company focused their eyes on the new "refugee friend", they knew that in the next few days, this unlucky guy would be the object of special care from the company commander, and most of them would lose their skin if they didn't die.

Yang Chen's face did not change and stood at the end of the company.

The commander of the recruit battalion summed up the training in the previous two months and put forward the requirements for the next training.

Yang Chen was finally divided into a company and a platoon, the recruit battalion was organized into a platoon, the platoon leader was served by a non-commissioned officer, the recruit battalion dormitory, office, leisure and even the canteen were concentrated in a four-story building, Yang Chen followed the platoon of people into a room about the size of a classroom on the second floor, and neatly arranged seventeen groups of bunk beds.

The platoon commander is a good person, leaving the lower bunk that he had slept on to Yang Chen, and instructed the two recruits who were the best in housekeeping to teach Yang Chen to fold the quilt, Yang Chen looked at the quilt that had been thinned, and said that I would, so he started to do it, and he was trained by his father since he was a child, and the technique of folding the quilt into tofu blocks was perfect.

The recruits in the room gathered around, staring wide-eyed, mostly in disbelief, wondering if this was a veteran or a recruit? Jiang Enyao, the commander of the first company who quietly walked in, witnessed the whole process of Yang Chen's folding quilt, he was stunned for a moment, his face changed slightly, not as ugly as before, and he thought to himself, this kid is okay, and he may not drag down the whole company if he does a good job.

And in the next month, Yang Chen's performance became more and more terrifying.

Class B troops are ordinary troops, recruit training can be summarized into four categories: internal affairs, political education, physical fitness, queues, later plus live shooting and bombing, live ammunition shooting three out of ten will pass, the Iron Fist Regiment is the elite in Class A, the training is extremely large, the requirements are strict, almost twice that of ordinary troops, the recruits are compared to survival can not seek death, every day to empty your physical fitness, but do not let you get injured or collapsed.

It can be said that the recruits of the Iron Fist Regiment are hovering miserably at the critical point of physical and mental collapse.

Yang Chen, a transfer soldier who is often opened a "small stove", has endured several times the amount of training of others, and has become a dazzling benchmark among recruits in the last month of training.

One person in a row, one in a row, one in a row, one in a row, one in a row, one in a

Yang Chen, Wu Jie, and Ding Hao occupy the top three in turn.

The head of the regiment personally inspected the assessment of the recruits, and personally put on the collar badges, epaulettes and cockades for the three of them, and the three of them became real soldiers.

Yang Chen stood up and saluted, staring at the figure of the head of the regiment and the political commissar walking in front of him, his mood was like taking the high school admission letter, not to mention excited, knowing that another life stepped on his feet, after so many ups and downs, he couldn't help but pray secretly, hoping that the bitch of fate would stop raping him.

It's not that Yang Chen is afraid.

has been teased by fate again and again, and it is inevitable to be worried.

"Any of you who are interested in competing with the few soldiers I brought, shooting and fighting, don't be embarrassed, whoever wants to show his face, hurry up." On the training ground, Wang Guoxing, the head of the Iron Fist Regiment, condescendingly looked at all the recruits, and finally his eyes fell on the top three recruits in the assessment.

At the same time, in the front row of the recruit phalanx, Yang Chen, Wu Jie, and Ding Hao all took a step forward and came out of the ranks!

Pretending to be coercive is by no means, in the special environment of the barracks, there must be the ambition to be the top in order to win more respect and glory.

Wang Guoxing nodded slightly, the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, the few soldiers who came with him are the top in the whole regiment's competition, the three recruits are fearless, and their courage is commendable, he didn't think about winning or losing at all, no matter how much potential the recruits have, it is difficult to win the top soldiers of the Iron Fist Regiment who have been tempered for thousands of years.

What's more, shooting, grappling, and fighting are all subjects that are superficial in recruit training.

"Go, stay with them." Wang Guoxing glanced at a few soldiers behind him, and immediately three people stepped out of the queue and walked off the stage, first comparing live ammunition shooting, and then fighting, whether it was the cadres from the regimental headquarters on the stage, or the recruits present, everyone held their breath and concentrated.

Yang Chen came first, the opponent was a veteran with a frosty face, operating a Type 95 assault rifle, a half-squatting shooting posture, Yang Chen, who had only played live ammunition on his stomach, had the same example, and did not show weakness, many recruits were dumbfounded, half-squatting shooting is more difficult than lying on his stomach, and the huge recoil is enough to make novices suffer.

This kid really dares to learn.

The head of the regiment, Wang Guoxing, and the political commissar looked at each other and smiled.

When the crisp gunshots rang out continuously, the smiles on the faces of the two gradually froze, and they couldn't hide the surprise in their hearts, and finally saw the importance of talent.

Ten rounds of ammunition per person were fired, and the gunfire fell silent.

Yang Chen lost, but in the eyes of everyone, this guy was still glorious even though he was defeated!

Enlisting in the army is a full moon, and the gap with the veterans of the Iron Fist Regiment is only six rings, which is unbelievable, how do they know that Yang Chen is not satisfied with his results, half-squat shooting, and his unfamiliar grasp of the recoil of the gun leads to defeat, and he is more or less unwilling.

He laughed at himself, unloaded the magazine, gently put down the gun, and looked sideways at the veteran beside him, the veteran was stunned with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and the two got up with a sense of heart, standing opposite each other three meters apart.

"This recruit named Yang Chen is not simple, he looks like a master." Wang Guoxing, who had led the reconnaissance platoon to infiltrate behind enemy lines in the Southern Xinjiang Campaign, was a master of martial arts, and at a glance he saw that Yang Chen at this moment was extraordinary, and as soon as his voice fell, a scene that surprised everyone even more happened.

The veteran quickly approached, wanting to put down Yang Chen with his head with lightning speed, but Yang Chen reacted faster, skillfully turned around and fell over the shoulder, and threw the person almost three meters away, winning with one move.

There was a dead silence.

Loud applause ensued.

This time, the applause was very messy, and the sense of rhythm was lost, but the surprise and admiration in the recruit's heart were revealed.

Yang Chen walked over, pulled up the grinning veteran, the veteran was also generous, patted Yang Chen on the shoulder, and even said that it was good.

Yang Chen calmly entered the ranks, pampered and not surprised.

On the review stand, the regiment commander Wang Guoxing stared at it for a long time, keeping this recruit firmly in his heart.

Next, Wu Jie and Ding Hao tied with the veterans respectively, pushing the atmosphere of the audience to the first, the applause was thunderous, and Wang Guoxing, who was in a complicated mood on the stage, had to sigh: This batch of recruits is Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger.