The next day was Saturday and the weather was nice and the sea breeze was refreshing and pleasant.

However, it was not a good day for the third class, and there was no time to see the scenery.

Because today, the Eighth Company organized a five-kilometer survey.

Not long after the recruits left the company, although they had already passed the examination in the new barracks, they were assigned to the grassroots squad platoon, and the chief officer still had to organize the overall training to see how well the recruits and veterans of the new company had run in.

For other classes, it may be an ordinary assessment.

But for Class 3, it was a torture.

Originally, the training was already at the bottom, but this time with Han Xiaobei and Zeng Jian, the whole class couldn't run.

Zhuang Yan had already taken the guns of the two of them, and also asked Zhao Fugui and several other veterans to take care of Han Xiaobei and Zeng Jian.

Because I knew that the results of these two people must be very poor, so I received the assessment notice last night, and Zhuang Zheng had already put the people of the third class together to hold a class meeting, and assigned the objects and personnel of key assistance.

I know it's bad, but I don't know it's that bad.

After running two kilometers, the other classes disappeared in front of the road.

Even the cooking class with cooking utensils on their backs is gone.

But the third class was still stumbling on the coastal road.

In addition to a few second-year veterans, the third class also accepted a new recruit Liang Hao before Han Xiaobei and Zeng didn't come.

Liang Hao's training level has never been seen solemnly, but this time it can be regarded as insight.

Those who can be assigned to three shifts are really not good soldiers, and it is estimated that they are also at the bottom of the company.

However, compared to Han Xiaobei, Liang Hao is really an excellent soldier.

Under the push and pull of Zhao Fugui and Fang Dabao, Han Xiaobei actually ran as if he was drunk, not to mention the slow speed, the person was like he was drunk, swaying, the whole person was like being fished out of the water, his face was terrifyingly blue, and his breathing sounded like he was going to die at any time.

"Squad Leader......"

Finally, Han Xiaobei screamed, sat on the ground, and stopped running.

"I can't run...... I can't run......"

Looking at the time, thirteen minutes have passed, and it has only been more than two kilometers, and it will take thirty minutes to complete the race.

Not to mention the comparison of recruits, even local youths can't compare!

"Get up!"

solemnly went up and stretched out his hand to pull up Han Xiaobei on the ground.

But as soon as he let go after pulling it up, Han Xiaobei softened to the ground like a soft sugar man.

"No...... I'm not running...... I'm going to die......"

Han Xiaobei screamed like a pig, which made Zhuang Zheng extremely surprised.

What did this guy train through a recruit company?

He suddenly discovered that the reason why Deputy Political Commissar Xiong Guohan sent Han Xiaobei to the Eighth Company was not simply because Han Xiaobei was able to sneak out to play games at the regiment headquarters, but because this guy was a complete parallel import.

The spy company didn't just want to kick Han Xiaobei away because he slipped out to play a game and delayed the roll call, after all, he was the nephew of the deputy political commissar, and if he could save it, everyone would do their best.

Han Xiaobei belongs to the kind of people who are almost hopeless.

For a moment, he doubted that he had looked away.

Does this guy really care about cheeks?

Speaking of sailors, it's not that Yan Yan hasn't seen parallel soldiers, but it's the first time I've seen such water!

When I enlisted in the army and ran five kilometers for the first time, I was probably better than Han Xiaobei!

"Rack him up!" The solemn fire swooped up, "Drag and run!" ”

Zhao Fugui said with a bitter face: "Squad leader, it's not that you don't want to drag, it's that we can't drag a guy who doesn't want to run!" ”

Zhuang Zhuang was stunned for a moment, he mistakenly thought that this was the teaching team.

If you can't do it in the teaching team, everyone else will run fast with you.

Even in other squads of the Eighth Company, it may be possible to find a few veterans with better training to do this.

But here is the third class.

Zhao Fugui's veterans, they can probably take care of themselves and keep up with the big team of the Eighth Company, but if they want to help others, they will continue to run five kilometers with a recruit egg who is not willing to run, and he really thinks a little too much......

Fang Dabao stood aside, bent over and panting, looking at Han Xiaobei who was howling on the ground and refused to get up, his pupils began to gradually ignite with rage.

He seemed to see in Han Xiaobei that he was ridiculed for yesterday.

He suddenly felt that it turned out that a soldier was so hateful and despicable when he played Lai.

Han Xiaobei is like a mirror, reflecting Fang Dabao himself.

Today's humiliation comes from the laziness of the past.

Fate is fair, and so is being a soldier.

If you are lazy for a minute today, you will have to make up for it in ten minutes tomorrow.

Shameless today, shameless tomorrow.

Fang Dabao suddenly hated himself, and he was a little stimulated yesterday, and he had nowhere to vent the evil fire in his heart, but when he saw Han Xiaobei's bear-like appearance, the small volcano in his heart exploded.

He rushed up and grabbed Han Xiaobei's collar with both hands, almost lifting him off the ground.

"Get up! You son of a bitch! You son of a bitch! What the are you pretending to be a bear! Do you look at yourself, do you look at yourself like a soldier? You're a piece of shit, a stinking piece of shit! You still have to face no! Do you want to face it!? ”

As he spoke, he swung his fist and smashed it on Han Xiaobei's head.

While smashing, scolding.

All the humiliation was clenched into two fists.

Fang Dabao's outburst stunned the rest of the third class.

After being stunned for two or three seconds, he solemnly rushed forward and pulled Fang Dabao away from Han Xiaobei's body.

Han Xiaobei hugged his head and screamed, and got behind the solemn body.

"Squad leader, he beats people!"

solemnly pushed Fang Dabao away, turned around and said viciously to Han Xiaobei: "Run!" ”

Han Xiaobei was so frightened that he took three steps back.

solemnly said angrily: "If you don't run, I'll beat you!" ”

Han Xiaobei really didn't dare to squeak this time.

These veterans were all full of anger, and they all looked like they had eaten enough gunpowder, and if they didn't run, they might be beaten up and thrown into the sea on the side of the road to feed the fish.

The team of the third class once again slowly ran along the road by the sea.

Soon, the most humiliating scenario emerged.

An old man, accompanied by a young man of thirty, ran past the third class.

N Town is a seaside town with a remote location and pleasant scenery, and over the years it has gradually become a leisure place for urban office workers to hike.

Occasionally, on Saturdays and Sundays, it will be relatively lively.

Visitors from the city stay at a nearby guesthouse and then go to the beach in the morning to watch the sunrise.

The old man was wearing a pair of black cotton sweatpants, a white vest, and the most surprising thing was that he was actually wearing a pair of liberation shoes!

Seeing the soldiers of the third squad, the old man turned his face sideways and looked at it a few more times.

The young man in his thirties next to him smiled and said, "Come on, little comrades! ”

After saying that, the two actually ran to the front of the third class.