What shocked Zhuang Zhuang was that Fang Dabao would be so persistent and desperate to complete the 400-meter hurdle, he didn't expect such a veteran Youzi to have such a strong sense of self-esteem.

In the crater, Fang Dabao, who was like a trapped beast, jumped up again and again, his jumping movements were even a little funny, not to mention clumsy, and he was soft and had no strength, just doing the same action repeatedly, in vain and useless.

The last time, half of the palms of his hands actually hooked the cement edge of the crater, and his feet desperately rubbed against the mossy brick wall, trying to climb up with the strength of the wall.

It's a pity that he doesn't have the stamina to do all this anymore.

The solemn man who had been standing on the edge of the crater watched Fang Dabao's fingers loosen one by one because he couldn't bear the weight, and the person finally fell back into the pit.

When Fang Dabao was still struggling in the crater, Xu Xingxing had already finished the race, and he had already started to do relaxation exercises at the finish line.

Fang Dabao was still stubbornly dealing with the crater.

The surrounding soldiers stopped laughing, shook their heads one by one, and looked at the embarrassed third squad standing on the edge of the training ground with various eyes.

"It's time to eat!"

I don't know who shouted.

Everyone turned and left, leaving only the third class still standing.

The cold wind blew, the sky was gloomy, and a feeling of loneliness passed over everyone's heart.

The soldiers of the third class are like abandoned children, standing alone on the edge of the training ground.

In fact, being a soldier is not something to be proud of, let alone really make yourself feel confident.

I think I'm awesome, but I don't know that others are nothing in their hearts.

Those who belong to the so-called shelves, the so-called faces, and the qualifications of the veterans can't withstand a 400-meter hurdle and return to their original shape.

When he tore off his disguise in front of the new and veteran soldiers, revealing the unbearable ability inside, no one would look at it.

Fang Dabao was scared for ten minutes.

solemn in his heart couldn't bear it, stretched out his hand and said, "Grab my hand, I'll pull it up." ”

Fang Dabao suddenly stopped jumping, and the person slowly sat down on the ground against the brick wall, buried his head in his knees, and sobbed silently.

At lunchtime, Fang Dabao went to the hygienist to apply some medicine, returned to the row room, curled up on his bed, and lay silent all afternoon.

In the evening, Yin Xiancong came over to find a solemn one, and the two had a conversation on the side of the training ground.

This is a dialogue between the old and new squad leaders in a platoon, and it is also a dialogue between the old squad leaders and their own soldiers.

"I heard that something happened to our cooking class today?"

Yin Xiancong didn't mention the fight, but solemnly knew what he was talking about.

"Yes, Fang Dabao and Xu Xingxing almost fought, and then the two of them competed against obstacles, and Dabao lost a little badly."

Yin Xiancong smiled bitterly and said: "Chen Qingming is not a qualified squad leader, in fact, if Fang Dabao and they had entered the first class back then, maybe today's situation would be different." ”

Nodding solemnly, acquiescing to this fact.

If he had been a soldier under Chen Qingming back then, the consequences would have been really disastrous.

Sometimes, there is luck in being a soldier, and when you meet a good squad leader, you will benefit for life, and when you meet an unqualified squad leader, the three-year military service may have gone a fork in the road from the beginning.

"Fang Dabao is not the kind of hopeless soldier." Yin Xiancong said: "I don't think the third class is as bad as others think, it's just that they gave up on themselves, plus they don't have a good class leader." ”

"Some things can't be changed, and sometimes we soldiers have to admit that there is such a thing as fate. ”

"Planning to give up Class 3?" Yin Xiancong asked.

Solemnly shook his head: "Of course not, giving up Class 3 is equivalent to giving up on myself, I think Class 3 has many indescribable similarities with me......"

The soldiers of the third class, such as Han Xiaobei, or the fate of the third class, in the eighth company, he is the most unpopular squad.

And don't you too?

Yin Xiancong said: "If I don't come back, maybe I will be the third squad leader." ”

Solemnly stunned, he said, "Huh? ”

He didn't react for a while, and he didn't understand the meaning of Yin Xiancong's words.

Yin Xiancong said: "That's the case, I'm in my fourth year, and I'm going to take the military academy, when the second squad leader was Xu Xingguo, and the third squad leader was Chen Qingming's class that Niu Dali took over. ”

Zhuang Zhuang didn't expect Yin Xiancong to have such thoughts.

"So, here, I gave way and became the third squad leader, so I have this responsibility." He finally nodded solemnly towards the solemn and said, "Solemn, you owe me a favor!" If you want to pay it back, help me take the third shift, I know I have the ability. ”

solemnly smiled: "The old squad leader has said this, can I still refuse?" Don't worry, I will definitely return this favor. ”

"That's good." Yin Xiancong said: "There is one more thing I have to tell. ”

Solemnly asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Yin Xiancong said: "When I called the fellow of the division headquarters that day, I inquired about it by the way. The teaching brigade has been asking the division to go back, and I don't think it will stay here for long. Remember, don't give up on yourself, there will be a top training camp in three months, and you have to take the third class well, and the time is only these three months, and I'm not sure if I will be in the eighth company after that. ”

After listening to Yin Xiancong's words, solemn and a little surprised.

I thought I would come back, but suddenly I heard this kind of news again.

"Thank you, old squad leader, for your concern."

Zhuang Zheng no longer seems to have any passion for the Hui Teaching Brigade now, as if this matter is just a matter of fate.

He didn't even know if he would agree to go back there as a coach when he had the opportunity to return to the coaching team in the future.

After all, from the beginning, I didn't want to stay there.

Everything is just a mistake.

Now that they have all returned to the old company, the so-called good horses don't eat back grass, and then go back to teach the team?

It doesn't seem necessary to do that.

Thinking about this now, it seems a bit redundant.

There are too many things to do in front of him, although the third class suffered a shame today, but in a solemn view, it is a good thing, at least the mourning soldiers will win, the mood of the third class is currently low to the extreme, since it is low to the extreme, it means that there is no room for decline, and it is very easy to motivate it.

are all soldiers, who doesn't have a little ruthlessness in their hearts? As long as the fire in the hearts of the soldiers of the third class is rekindled, they will not lose to any soldier of the Eighth Company.

However, what Zheng Zheng didn't expect was that this was certainly not the time when the morale of the third class was at its lowest.

Early the next morning, Class 3 really became everyone's laughing stock.