Although the secretary was angry, he couldn't help Luo Xiaoming.

There is only one squadron leader Zhou Huping in the whole team who can put this acting captain of the third district in his eyes, and even in front of the captain, his tone is as rushing as eating garlic, in the words of the troops, he is a dick.

But he has a dick style, and his grades are enough to be a dick, as a coach squad leader for two years, as long as the class trained in his hands does not pull the next outstanding, these excellent are all hard erection and resounding training results, and they can't be mixed with any water.

Even after the solemn help cook, he wanted to find him to thank him, Luo Xiaoming still has the virtue of not pulling his dick, thank you? If you really thank me, you can go and run 10 kilometers for me, or if you throw a bomb on me and immediately drop it to 55 meters, it will be regarded as repaying me.

Look at! Even talking is so choking, it's just such a dick!

In one sentence, he said solemnly and blinked, without a little temper.

At noon, Zhuang Yan and Liu Ruiyong sat on the small steps in front of the kitchen of the cooking class, watching people come and go.

Today's pork knuckle is fat enough and big, and the amount is also sufficient, and the students of the third squadron are all full of oil and satisfied.

Everyone who passed by felt strange when they saw Zhuang Yan and Liu Ruiyong, and those who knew the students in the same district team.

"Huh? Won't you go in and eat? ”

"No, no......" Zhuang Yan and Liu Ruiyong touched their bellies awkwardly, "I'm full, I'm full." ”

"It's good to help the cook, are you having enough to eat when you just come out of the pot?"

“…… Be...... yes......"

The two of them couldn't do anything but look embarrassed.

On this day, the chef solemnly broke a lifetime record of meal volume, ate a full sixteen big steamed buns, and was full for a day.

Until the evening meal, those steamed buns still showed signs of not being digested, and he cursed the secretary in his heart thousands of times, but no matter how he cursed in his heart, he couldn't change the pain of watching others eat dried meat and stare at noon.

On this day, it was the most depressing day since he became a soldier, the big elbow of the fragrant fat flowing meat was in front of him, and the coveted oil and water were within reach, he could have torn them wantonly in annoyance, but the stomach that was usually like a famine was now swollen and solid, full of starch and porridge, and there was no room for pork knuckles.

Wang Datong took a pot full of rice, walked to the solemn side and sat down.

"Solemn, don't you try to stuff a little?"

Stop up?

How well the word Wang Dazui is used, he solemnly feels that this guy can become a writer.

"You know it's called a stopper?" Zhuang Zhuang couldn't help but ridicule him, as a second-year veteran, a senior soldier with a military rank one level higher than himself, escaped from the battle, and could not share weal and woe, this is where Wang Dazui should not be.

In the morning, the secretary smashed Wang Dazui's rice bowl, but let him escape the most fatal punishment - eating steamed buns.

As a result, the secretary walked on his heels, and the heels of this guy jumped out of the cooking class, and hurriedly went to the grocery store near the camp that specialized in military business to buy a new rice bowl, and happily jumped back to the cooking class.

At noon, when the elbows came out of the pot, this guy took the lead, dazzled a pair of chopsticks, and pulled a bowl of elbows to eat.

solemnly glanced at Wang's big mouth rice bowl, which was full of rice.

So I couldn't help but wonder: "Where's your meat?" ”

Wang smiled cunningly, and used chopsticks to pull open the upper layer of rice, revealing the sauce elbow on the ground.

"Big mouth, I have a sentence in my heart, I don't know if to say it or not." Majestically licked his lips and sucked back the saliva that was about to be cut out of his mouth.

Wang took two mouthfuls, stuffed an elbow into his mouth, and said vaguely, "What are you talking about?" ”

"I'm drafting uncle!" Solemnly said.

"Got it." Wang Dazui didn't even pause at all, as if he didn't say anything solemnly, and continued to eat meat.

Zhuang Zhuang was really angry, and said: "I said big mouth, can you have a face?" Let's help the cook together, we were caught together, you kid flinched from the battle, slipped away alone, you are still a soldier, can you force your face? ”

Wang Dazui raised his head from the rice bowl, like Bajie, who had been interrupted for no reason like only eating food, and said with a sincere face: "Face? I'm shameless! I want this! You can make me eat this every day, I can be shameless every day! ”

After speaking, he picked up a pig's elbow, held it in front of his solemn eyes, and shook it proudly, almost rolling his eyes in anger.

The life of the teaching brigade is becoming regular day by day, and the almost rigorous training of the Chinese People's Liberation Army Army advance squad leader has brought solemnity to the brink of collapse.

When he was in the recruit company, Zhuang Zheng once thought that this was the greatest suffering he had suffered in his life, but after coming to the teaching team, he realized that there is still a mountain high, and in the dictionary of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, there is no most suffering, only more suffering.

Yan Yan couldn't imagine where he could continue to increase the intensity, from morning to night, almost every minute and every moment, the training seemed to be a stitch, a little gap, no chance to breathe.

In the morning, it is usually the start of the five-kilometer cross-country race of the whole squadron, and then the district teams organize their own training after taking it away, and the first month is almost all physical training, and they run twice in the morning and run three kilometers at a time, and in the end they almost crawl back to the row house.

Needless to say, in the morning, according to the training plan of the teaching brigade, the common subjects were one after another.

Sometimes, Solemnity finds this repetitive training simply torturous.

These subjects, which had long been trained in the recruit company, were retrained here again.

At noon, Zhuang Yan is two commando members, and the trainees with excellent grades can take a nap, and the commandos don't even think about this kind of treatment.

After three swollen arms, he finally threw a distance of 55 meters, successfully leaving the bomb throwing commando team and meeting the excellent standards of the teaching team.

The most terrible thing is the night, and the torture of the day does not reach the peak of life until the night.

Only then did he know that human potential could be so great.

When I was in the company, doing one or two hundred push-ups was considered a relatively strict training intensity, but when I came to the teaching brigade, this kind of training intensity was simply insignificant.

In Luo Xiaoming's words, this is called "plugging the teeth is not qualified"......

In particular, Zhuang Yan saw a student of the second district team running out of the toilet in a panic when he was assembling one morning, and reported to his squad leader, saying: "Squad leader, squad leader, I have blood in my urine ......"

The squad leader didn't blink his eyelids, and directly wrote lightly: "It's nothing, it's nothing, it's just that the amount of exercise is less, the urethra is blocked, and it's okay to run five kilometers once!" ”

The solemnity is almost not scared of peeing in a single game.

This urine is bloody, but it is still not enough activity?

Oh, my God!

If you still don't exercise enough to practice until you have blood in your urine, shouldn't you throw it into the garbage recycling station and destroy it humanely?

This is simply perverted!

Of course, there is more than one place where the solemn feeling of the teaching team is perverted.

This is where the potential of the soldier is brought to the forefront.